You Stole My Husband, So I Seduced Your Son - Chapter 29

Baizhi, who had just finished making the bed, looked utterly bewildered. Do I snore in my sleep? I’ve never heard that before!

But Madam’s orders were like an Imperial Edict. She swiftly gathered her bedding and vanished from the room.

On the bed, Song Xuwan remained tightly embraced by Ji Moyang, sobbing softly in fear. Ji Moyang comforted her with tender concern, “Don’t worry, no one will ever know.”

“Heaven knows, earth knows, you know, and I know,” Song Xuwan finally cried out. “How can I possibly live with myself?”

Ji Moyang froze, realizing the weight of societal norms. How could she not be afraid, even if no one else knew?

Everyone’s psychological resilience differed. Perhaps one day, the woman in his arms would break under the strain and confess everything.

He tightened his embrace, his voice low and firm. “Think of your child. Say nothing, and don’t be afraid.”

“I can’t do it,” Song Xuwan sobbed. “I’m afraid to sleep every night, terrified I’ll blurt something out in my dreams. My husband still suspects me, and he often sends me to the Annex with errands. We see each other frequently, and I fear I’ll slip up one day. It would be better to die and find peace.”

As she spoke, a sudden thunderclap shook the room. Ji Moyang saw a deathly pallor spread across Song Xuwan’s face, and he imagined her hanging lifeless. His heart trembled uncontrollably.

“You’re not allowed to die!”

Feeling the woman in his arms leaning weakly against him, clinging to him as if he were her only lifeline, Ji Moyang’s heart melted completely.

“I won’t let you die. If you dare, I’ll reveal everything, ensuring your reputation is ruined even in death.”

Song Xuwan secretly smirked, but her lips trembled with feigned terror. “No, please don’t tell anyone! I beg you, please…”

“Alright, I won’t tell anyone, but you must obey me,” Ji Moyang coaxed.

Song Xuwan nodded frantically, her entire body pressed weakly against Ji Moyang, like a drowning person clinging to a piece of driftwood.

Her voice shook with fear. “I’ll obey, I’ll do anything you say, Young Master. Just please don’t tell anyone. I… I’m so scared, sob…”

As Ji Moyang held Song Xuwan close, comforting her, he whispered in her ear, “First, you’re not allowed to die. Second…”

Outside, the storm raged with howling winds, flashing lightning, and thunderous roars, as if a hundred ghosts were marching through the night, demons dancing wildly. And within his own heart, the demon he had long suppressed had finally broken free from its cage.

He leaned down, pressing close to her ear, and threatened, “Don’t say a word!”

“Young Master, you mustn’t!” the beauty whispered.

“If you speak, you’ll do as I say.”

These were the last words Ji Moyang spoke before losing all reason.

He then proceeded to do what he did every night—those hazy scenes from his dreams now unfolding in vivid reality.

The soft body, the smooth, slippery touch, and the beauty’s soft moans of surrender made Ji Moyang forget what day it was.

To die beneath the peony, even as a ghost, remains a romantic fate. The ancients spoke truly.

After a night of feverish entanglement, Ji Moyang repeated his threat to Song Xuwan—Don’t say a word!—before tenderly promising to bear all consequences. He slipped out the window before dawn.

Song Xuwan savored the memory of this unprecedented madness, sighing softly.

The best hunters always appear as prey!

She had lured Ji Moyang into this entanglement, yet he believed he had forced himself upon her. How amusing.

With the Autumn Provincial Exam drawing near, and Ji Moyang at such a virile, cat-like age, she knew she would soon find an opportunity for Min Rongxue to discover them.

The day of vengeance was drawing near.

As dawn barely broke, Baizhi couldn’t sleep any longer. Fearing she had failed in her mission the previous night and would be replaced by Song Xuwan, she hurriedly dressed and rushed to beg forgiveness.

Song Xuwan lay in a groggy daze, every inch of her body aching. But urgent matters demanded attention. She needed to understand what had gone wrong the night before, so she instructed Baizhi to enter.

“Speak. What went wrong last night?”

Baizhi hesitated, unsure of herself. “Madam, as you instructed, I kept watch over your room. As soon as the lamp went out, I took an umbrella and went to Madam Min’s quarters.”

“I knocked repeatedly, but there was no response. Thinking she might not have heard me over the heavy rain, I forced the door open and went inside. Still, I couldn’t wake her. Only after lighting a lamp did I see Madam Min fast asleep, completely unresponsive no matter how hard I shook her.”

As she spoke, Baizhi’s face paled slightly. “Madam,” she whispered, “do you think there might actually be a ghost possessing Madam Min?”

Song Xuwan felt a chill run down her spine. Could there really be a ghost? This was the foot of Fuyun Temple, and in all these years, she had never heard any rumors of ghosts.

As the mistress and servant exchanged worried glances, Nanny Yun pushed the door open. “Madam, it rained all night, and the night air was quite cold. Did you kick off your blankets and catch a chill?”

“No,” Song Xuwan replied. She had been sweating all night; there hadn’t been a chance to cover herself with a blanket. The memory of Ji Moyang’s frenzied state brought a blush to her cheeks.

“Nanny, what are you saying? I’m old enough to take care of myself. Please focus on looking after Ningning instead.”

“Ah,” Nanny Yun sighed, puzzled by Song Xuwan’s habit of sitting on the bed with only her head visible. “It’s getting late, Madam. You should get up.”

Noticing Song Xuwan’s flushed face, she exclaimed in alarm, “Could you have a fever? Let me check your forehead.”

“Nonsense, Nanny. Don’t worry. Just go look after Ningning. It’s raining, and I don’t want her running around outside.”

Song Xuwan hurriedly threw off the bed curtains and scrambled to dress, instructing Baizhi to fetch a high-necked undergarment to conceal the marks on her neck.

When Baizhi parted the curtains to hand over the clothes, her eyes immediately fell upon the livid bruises and welts marring Song Xuwan’s skin. In that instant, she understood everything.

Madam was violated last night. It was almost certainly Ji Moyang. No wonder she sent me to Madam Min—she wants to resolve this discreetly, without anyone finding out.

Who would have thought Ji Moyang, who acts like a virtuous gentleman in public, could be so vile, shameless, and depraved behind closed doors? What a waste of his handsome appearance—he’s nothing but a wolf in sheep’s clothing.

I must guard this secret with my life. I won’t let Madam’s reputation be tarnished.

After dressing, Song Xuwan noticed Baizhi’s reddened eyes and indignant expression. She suspected the maid had jumped to the wrong conclusion, but she chose not to explain.

“Baizhi, you know what happened at Fuyun Temple last time. I still can’t figure out whose fault it was. Just keep your mouth shut, or we’ll both suffer the consequences.”

“Yes, this servant understands.”

After breakfast, feeling utterly exhausted, she drifted back into a drowsy sleep.

In the nearby guest room, Ji Moyang had also risen after only an hour. The sky was bright; no matter how tired he was, he couldn’t sleep any longer.

Ever since the incident at Fuyun Temple, he had questioned his own character, feeling he had wasted his time studying the Sages’ teachings and was unworthy of being called human. He had been drowning in self-reproach ever since.

Yet last night, when he forced himself upon Song Xuwan, he had expected even greater remorse. But after returning to his room, he felt surprisingly calm.

He finally realized he was never truly a virtuous gentleman; that was all Min Rongxue’s doing, her insistence that he be a man of noble character.

Now, having openly embraced his role as a shameless rogue, he felt strangely liberated. Perhaps fate had never intended him to be a gentleman after all.

“Mo’er, are you awake?”

Before Ji Moyang could answer, Min Rongxue pushed the door open. Madam Ma, Feng Shi’s wife, followed behind, folding her umbrella and handing over a food box.