You Stole My Husband, So I Seduced Your Son - Chapter 27

Song Xuwan wanted nothing more than to return home and stab Zhou Minghai through the heart. Suppressing her anger, she said, “Everyone has their own strengths. Look at those generals who excel at riding and warfare—they might get dizzy just reading a book. And those scholars who are brilliant in literature might vomit the moment they mount a horse and flee at the sight of an enemy. So, Ningning, don’t underestimate yourself. You have your own unique talents.”

Sensing her mother’s displeasure, Ningning forced back her tears and managed a weak smile. “Don’t worry, Mother. When we go to the Annex, I won’t play around. I’ll study diligently with Sister Liyue. I’ll definitely learn to embroider as beautifully as she does and write as elegantly as she does.”

Looking at her obedient daughter, Song Xuwan’s heart softened. If someone else had been compared so unfavorably by their own father, they might have resented Liyue. But Ningning showed no such sensitivity, instead wanting to learn from her.

What a kind-hearted little girl.

It was a pity that Zhou Minghai couldn’t see his own daughter’s virtues, fixating instead on Min Rongxue and her son with admiration. Was he wishing Liyue and Moyang were his own children?

The thought made Song Xuwan feel utterly humiliated, her teeth grinding in anger.

“Mother, please don’t be angry anymore,” Ningning said, noticing her mother’s expression.

Song Xuwan quickly composed herself and smiled. “Alright, Mother believes in you, Ningning. You can do it.”

The carriage arrived at the Annex at dusk. Dark clouds blanketed the sky, and the air hung heavy and stifling.

Ningning, under Nanny Yun’s care, went to find Liyue. Song Xuwan, unwilling to interact with Min Rongxue, took Baizhi for a stroll outside the Annex.

A main road connected the Annex directly to Fuyun Temple, but the Annex staff reported that Ji Moyang preferred taking the side paths.

At that moment, Song Xuwan was lingering on one of these paths, where an “accidental” encounter with Ji Moyang was inevitable.

Ji Moyang glanced up at the sky. Sensing an impending downpour, and unable to focus on his studies anyway, he decided to return to the Annex.

As he hurried along the side path, his pace quickened, fearing he’d be caught in the rain.

Rounding a bend, a familiar silhouette suddenly appeared behind a tree.

How could she be here? Has her husband sent her with another delivery?

Just as he hesitated whether to take another route, Song Xuwan spotted him and recoiled in feigned alarm.

She stumbled over a tree root and cried out in pain.

Ignoring her was no longer an option. Ji Moyang strode forward, took a deep breath, and knelt down. “Where are you hurt? Did you twist your ankle?”

Song Xuwan stared at him, her face a mix of terror and pain.

“I’m fine,” she whispered. “You should leave quickly, before someone sees you.”

Ji Moyang hesitated. He knew he should leave, but as soon as he took a step, thunder roared overhead, and dark clouds threatened to unleash a torrential downpour.

His feet froze. He crouched down and said earnestly, “I know how to set bones. Let me help you…”

“No!” Song Xuwan sharply refused. Men and women should keep their distance. How could she let Ji Moyang touch her? If they were discovered, how would she explain?

As thunder rumbled nearby, Ji Moyang calmly explained, “It’s about to rain. If I return to the Annex and send your maid to fetch you, people will still suspect we met. They’ll find it strange that I didn’t help you.”

“If I go back without saying anything, how will your maid get you back to the Annex with your leg injured like this? Will she report back and leave you to wait in the rain?”

Song Xuwan’s delicate brows furrowed. Baizhi chimed in, “Madam, why don’t we let Young Master Ji help you to the Annex? We can call a doctor to set the bone there.”

Just as a flicker of hope rose in Song Xuwan’s eyes, Ji Moyang shook his head. “We’re far from the Capital, it’s getting late, and it’s about to pour. Where will you find a doctor? Do you want to endure the night like this?”

“Then tomorrow morning…”

“It hasn’t rained in ages. This downpour likely won’t stop for a day or two. How many doctors would risk the rain to set your bone?”

Indeed, it wasn’t a life-or-death matter. The doctors might well prefer to wait for the rain to stop before coming.

The thunder grew closer, and the torrential rain was about to begin. Baizhi said anxiously, “Madam, if you get soaked in this rain, your weak constitution will surely lead to days of illness.”

Song Xuwan hesitated, but Ji Moyang forcefully removed her shoes. Before she could react, he had already set the bone.

It was too late to protest. Song Xuwan turned her head away, pretending nothing had happened.

“Is there any other discomfort?” Ji Moyang asked.

Song Xuwan flexed her foot, still feeling some pain. She frowned. “My foot hurts. Did you set the bone wrong?”

Hearing this, Ji Moyang removed her socks. At a glance, he saw her snow-white skin was already red and swollen. After a gentle manipulation, he confirmed the bone was fine; it was just the soft tissue that was injured.

“It’s nothing serious. Rest for a few days, and you’ll be fine.”

Seeing Ji Moyang holding her foot, Song Xuwan quickly withdrew it, flustered. She hastily put on her shoes and socks, ready to leave.

But her foot still throbbed painfully, and she nearly lost her balance.

Ji Moyang instinctively reached out to steady her. With the rain about to pour down, he simply scooped her up and carried her forward.

“Have your maid go ahead to scout,” he instructed.

In case anyone appeared, he could quickly set Song Xuwan down and pretend they’d met by chance.

Baizhi obediently hurried ahead, leaving Ji Moyang’s figure striding through the dense forest, his footsteps crunching on fallen branches.

After the initial awkwardness and tension, Song Xuwan gradually relaxed—though she had been pretending all along.

Looking up, she noticed the stubble darkening Ji Moyang’s jawline. This boy had quietly transformed into a man.

Deliberately letting out a soft groan, she saw Ji Moyang’s throat tighten and his pace slow.

“What’s wrong?”

“It hurts!” Song Xuwan whispered.

Ji Moyang’s entire body tensed, his face flushing crimson. He continued forward stiffly, his arms locked around her.

“You should apply some medicinal wine. It will help reduce the swelling faster.”

“Mm, I’ll have someone buy some tomorrow.”

As they neared the Annex, Ji Moyang set Song Xuwan down and watched as a maid helped her into the courtyard. He stood there for a long moment, until the heavy rain began to soak him, before finally turning to walk toward the gate.

Fortunately, no one seemed to notice anything amiss.

After returning to his room to change out of his wet clothes and eat dinner, Ji Moyang couldn’t stop thinking about the day’s events. Women were so meticulous. He had touched her foot in front of her maid—would that cause her trouble?

And her foot… it seemed badly swollen.

The thunder had subsided, but the torrential rain continued to fall, as if blotting out the sky. One by one, the lights in the Annex went out, leaving only a faint, flickering glow in Song Xuwan’s room.

Should I go over and give her some medicinal wine? And maybe offer a few words of comfort?