You Stole My Husband, So I Seduced Your Son - Chapter 28

Once the idea took root, Ji Moyang could no longer suppress it.

In Song Xuwan’s room, she was whispering instructions to Baizhi: “Light a lamp by my bedside tonight. After you return to your room, keep a close watch. If the lamp goes out, go to Madam Min’s room and tell her I’ve seen a ghost and need her to come and chant sutras to exorcise it.”

Baizhi didn’t understand Song Xuwan’s plan, but motivated by the promise of money, she didn’t question the order’s purpose, only caring about executing it flawlessly.

After Baizhi left the room, Song Xuwan slowly revealed a smile. Having bathed earlier, she wore a crimson silk bellyband covered only by a thin, sheer gauze robe.

If Ji Moyang came, she was confident she could keep him there. She would then blow out the lamp, and when Baizhi brought Min Rongxue over, it would be the climax of her revenge.

The relentless downpour outside meant no one in the annex would know what had happened, preserving her reputation. Meanwhile, Min Rongxue and her son would suffer endless torment.

After waiting for nearly an hour with no sign of Ji Moyang at the window, Song Xuwan began to worry. Could it be that he wouldn’t come tonight?

This shouldn’t be happening. She had spared no expense in sending a collection of erotic paintings to Fuyun Temple, and she’d heard that Ji Moyang had abandoned his usual indifference, studying them intently for hours.

Moreover, in the forest that evening, she had played hard to get, her feigned resistance only fueling his desire. Judging by his physical reactions, he had been on the verge of exploding.

The relentless rain outside rattled against the windowpanes. Song Xuwan’s anticipation gradually turned to disappointment. Just as she was about to give up and go to sleep, the window finally creaked open.

The moment her eyes met Ji Moyang’s, she immediately blew out the candle and retreated under the bed curtains.

Ji Moyang leaped through the window, carefully closed it behind him, and tiptoed to Song Xuwan’s bedside.

“Madam, I’ve brought you medicinal wine.”

“Hmm, just leave it there,” Song Xuwan replied, her voice cold and distant.

Having finally mustered the courage to come, Ji Moyang had no intention of leaving empty-handed. He lowered his voice and said, “This medicinal wine needs to be warmed in your palm before applying it to your feet for optimal effect.”

“Young Master, please leave now,” Song Xuwan’s soft voice drifted from behind the curtains, sending a ticklish sensation through Ji Moyang’s heart.

Ji Moyang couldn’t move a single step. He cursed himself inwardly, calling himself a beast, but another voice countered, “I only came to deliver medicine and offer her some comfort.”

“Madam, will your maid keep today’s events a secret?”

Before Song Xuwan could answer, Ji Moyang added, “Rest assured, no one will ever know I came here.”

Song Xuwan hesitated, wondering if she should throw herself into Ji Moyang’s arms, weeping, “Young Master, please don’t leave. I’m afraid.”

When she didn’t reply, Ji Moyang asked anxiously, “Last time at the temple, I may have left marks on your body. Did Lord Zhou discover anything when you returned home?”

Hearing Ji Moyang’s concern for her, Song Xuwan couldn’t fathom his true intentions. She decided to evade the question with vague words: “Everything is fate. I don’t blame you, Young Master.”

The desolation in her words struck Ji Moyang deeply. He recalled the women who had been abused and murdered by their husbands’ families after losing their virginity, and his worry intensified.

“This isn’t fate. It’s all my fault. If Lord Zhou discovers anything, just push me forward. You shouldn’t suffer any harm.”

Behind the bed curtains, Song Xuwan realized Ji Moyang was genuinely concerned about her. Seizing the opportunity, she feigned distress, saying, “After losing my chastity, I have no face to live in this world. I’m constantly on edge; it would be better to end it all.”

With that, Song Xuwan collapsed onto the bed, sobbing softly.

Ji Moyang’s heart clenched. He understood her anxiety all too well—he felt the same, and she was just a frail young woman.

Moreover, her words hinted at suicidal thoughts. What should I do? If anyone should die, it should be me.

“Don’t cry,” he urged. “Things haven’t come to that yet. Besides, I’ll handle everything.”

In his urgency, Ji Moyang yanked open the bed curtains. A flash of lightning illuminated the scene: Song Xuwan lay draped in a sheer gauze robe, patches of snow-white skin exposed. Startled by the curtain’s sudden movement, she turned to look.

One figure, tearful and vulnerable, lay prone on the bed; the other, his face etched with worry, leaned over her.

They were so close they could feel each other’s breath, and the intimate position they were in brought vivid images of the temple flooding into both their minds.

Ji Moyang’s Adam’s apple bobbed as he told himself to stop—this was a bottomless abyss. But…

“Madam!”

A knock echoed from outside, sounding surreal in the torrential rain of the dark night.

Ji Moyang turned to leave, but Song Xuwan grabbed his arm. “Hurry, get in!”

He glanced at the distant door, then at the even more distant window, and finally at the bed right beside him. Before he could react, Ji Moyang had jumped onto the bed.

As he lowered the bed curtains, another call came from outside: “Madam.”

Song Xuwan trembled with anxiety, but Ji Moyang remained calm. He whispered softly in her ear, “Breathe deeply. Don’t be afraid. Everything will be alright.”

With Ji Moyang’s reassurance, Song Xuwan finally steadied herself and calmly called out, “Come in.”

Baizhi entered, setting her umbrella aside before hurrying to light the candles. As the room brightened, Song Xuwan peeked out from behind the bed curtains, relieved to see only Baizhi.

“Where’s Min Rongxue?”

Seeing Song Xuwan’s expression, Baizhi immediately began to explain, “Madam, this servant followed your instructions…”

“Baizhi!”

Suddenly remembering that Ji Moyang was still present, Song Xuwan couldn’t allow Baizhi to reveal her scheme. It didn’t matter if she hadn’t managed to bring Min Rongxue today; there would be other opportunities. The most important thing was to avoid arousing Ji Moyang’s suspicions.

“I’m tired. We’ll discuss this tomorrow.”

Baizhi hesitated. She hadn’t completed her task successfully. Would Madam still honor her promise?

Nervously, she repeated, “This servant followed your instructions…”

“Baizhi, withdraw!” Song Xuwan commanded sharply.

Startled, Baizhi immediately fell silent. She remembered Madam’s instructions to bring Min Rongxue to exorcise ghosts.

Is Madam afraid tonight? Seeing the Madam’s pale complexion, Baizhi wondered if she should stay and keep her company, making up for her failure.

“Madam, the rain is heavy tonight, and you’ve always been afraid of thunder. Nanny Yun is with the Young Miss; let this servant stay with you.”

With that, Baizhi went to the cabinet to retrieve bedding, preparing to sleep on the floor.

Song Xuwan wanted Ji Moyang to stay longer, fearing that after driving Baizhi away, he might also jump out the window, making future seduction attempts more difficult.

She withdrew her head from behind the bed curtains and gazed at Ji Moyang with feigned helplessness and fear.

Seeing how visibly nervous Song Xuwan was, Ji Moyang, fearing she might give herself away, placed a reassuring hand on her back.

When Song Xuwan turned, their faces were inches apart, half her body nestled in the crook of his arm—an intensely intimate moment.

Ji Moyang quickly swallowed hard, pointed out the window, and shook his head, signaling her to send Baizhi away.

As Song Xuwan’s fear seemed to intensify, on the verge of tears, he swiftly pulled her into a silent, comforting embrace.

Pressed close together, Song Xuwan realized that even if Baizhi left, she could use her feigned fear as an excuse to keep Ji Moyang by her side.

“Baizhi, go back to your own room to sleep. You snore so loudly at night, it keeps me awake.”