You Stole My Husband, So I Seduced Your Son - Chapter 40

Zhou Minghai’s heart skipped a beat. His wife, Song Xuwan, was having an affair?

The moment this thought surfaced, Zhou Minghai swiftly banished it from his mind. Impossible. Years ago, Song Xuwan had been the darling of the heavens, choosing her husband with even greater care than a princess selecting her consort.

Why would she have chosen him? Wasn’t it because she admired him, was devoted to him? And after all these years, their marriage had been harmonious, Song Xuwan living better than anyone else. How could she possibly be having an affair?

Even if he doubted Song Xuwan’s character, he should trust his own masculine allure. Song Xuwan would never betray him.

Besides, he scrutinized the man before him. Though dressed as a waiter, the taut muscles beneath his uniform clearly marked him as a martial artist.

Why would a martial artist work as a waiter? Moreover, the Exquisite Pavilion was part of Song Xuwan’s dowry. How could its staff betray her by informing him of this?

Only one possibility remained: this “waiter” was an agent of his eldest or second eldest maternal uncle, deliberately posing as an Exquisite Pavilion employee to lure him into a trap.

If he had truly doubted Song Xuwan’s character today, he was certain his eldest brother-in-law would have thrown him into the Imperial Prison before he even reached the Exquisite Pavilion.

He might not have been released before the end of the year.

He knew his two brothers-in-law all too well. They constantly set traps for him, concocting schemes to lure him in before delivering harsh lessons, all to ensure Song Xuwan suffered not the slightest grievance.

The thought sent Zhou Minghai into a cold sweat. It had been years since his brothers-in-law had tormented him like this, nearly lulling him into complacency.

He absolutely couldn’t fall for their tricks.

Having sorted out his thoughts, Zhou Minghai’s expression turned icy as he rebuked the waiter: “You’re a waiter at the Exquisite Pavilion, yet you’d betray your own owner? Clearly, you’re a man of questionable character. How can I possibly trust your words?”

“Master, every word I’ve spoken is true,” the waiter insisted desperately.

“Silence! I understand my wife better than anyone else. If you dare slander her again, don’t think she’ll be the only one punishing you—I won’t spare you either! Get out!” Zhou Minghai roared.

He thought, if the waiter reported this reaction to his elder brother-in-law, he probably wouldn’t be targeted during the New Year celebrations.

“Master, I really…”

The waiter tried to speak again, but Zhou Minghai kicked him aside.

Brushing off his lower robes, Zhou Minghai turned and strode away without looking back.

Only after Zhou Minghai had been gone for a long time did Lu Yuan approach from another alleyway, frowning at the waiter. “Why did he leave?”

The waiter was on the verge of tears. “The master absolutely refused to believe me. He even threatened to deal with me personally if I dared speak of it again.”

Lu Yuan pressed a hand to his forehead. Had he botched this?

Inside the main room of the small courtyard, the afterglow of passion lingered. Ji Moyang ignored Song Xuwan’s resentful gaze and said casually, “You rented this place?”

“Good. I’ll come here every three days. You wait here. If I don’t see you, I’ll come to your house.”

“I won’t come,” Song Xuwan retorted stubbornly.

Ji Moyang left her no room to resist, smiling as he threatened, “We made an agreement at the annex. If you don’t comply, shall I tell Zhou Minghai?”

Even though Song Xuwan knew Ji Moyang was deliberately trying to scare her, she still pretended to be frightened. She needed to maintain her affair with him for now, so that she could later arrange for Zhou Minghai and Min Rongxue to catch them in the act.

The “virtuous and chaste woman” persona was easy enough to play. If she overacted, Ji Moyang might actually lose his lustful desires, and all her efforts would be for naught.

Feigning reluctance, she said, “But if I leave the house every three days, he might notice.”

Ji Moyang pondered seriously for a moment, then whispered in her ear, “Five days will work too. But three days three times or five days five times—you decide.”

Exhausted, Song Xuwan lacked the energy to argue. She merely rolled her beautiful eyes dramatically.

After about two hours, it was nearly time for Zhou Minghai to arrive. Song Xuwan nestled closer to Ji Moyang in his arms.

“This couch is so uncomfortable,” Ji Moyang said, rising to his feet. He noticed several bruises on Song Xuwan’s previously smooth back, unsure whether they were from his actions or the couch’s hard surface.

He bent down, scooped her up in his arms, and carried her into the inner room, chuckling softly. “There’s a bed in here. Tell your maid to put softer bedding on it next time.”

The lingering intimacy that had dissipated between the couch and the bed in the inner room now coiled back around them.

Ji Moyang laid Song Xuwan on the bed and immediately pressed down on her, grinning. “Let’s see if this bed is uncomfortable too.”

Song Xuwan was already exhausted, and part of her wanted to refuse. But with Zhou Minghai potentially bursting through the door at any moment, she found herself both resisting and yielding, drawn back into Ji Moyang’s embrace.

To achieve the desired effect of shattering Zhou Minghai’s spirit, Song Xuwan thought it best to make him believe Ji Moyang had forced himself on her.

What could be more soul-crushing than seeing the young man he favored forcing himself on his wife?

So, Song Xuwan played the part of a helpless victim with surprising enthusiasm. Breaking her usual silence, she repeatedly murmured, “Don’t… this isn’t right.”

“Young Master, please let me go!”

“Ah!”

Unexpectedly, Ji Moyang’s interest surged at Song Xuwan’s dramatic reaction, naturally intensifying her own response.

If Zhou Minghai had suddenly appeared at that moment, he would have mistaken this adulterer for a bandit—a beast who had never read a single page of the Sages’ teachings and had never been touched by any moral principles.

Alas, he was currently enjoying a leisurely evening, exchanging toasts with his colleagues.

After what felt like an eternity, Baizhi felt like she might take root outside the door. When Zhou Minghai still hadn’t arrived, she couldn’t resist knocking.

Just as she raised her hand, Ji Moyang emerged, fully dressed and looking as proper as a dog in human clothes.

“Go attend to your Madam’s dressing and grooming.”

“Ah?” Baizhi asked nervously, “I forgot to bring a comb.”

“Wait here.”

With that, Ji Moyang disappeared around the corner.

Trembling, Baizhi entered the main room. Seeing the disheveled soft couch, she quickly averted her eyes and glanced toward the inner chamber.

“Madam, are you there?”

Song Xuwan stared blankly at the ceiling beams, her mind already confirming the failure of her plan.

She sighed, resigned, and said, “Come in.”

Baizhi, her face flushed, helped Song Xuwan dress with trembling hands. She ventured, “Madam, why don’t you sit in the main hall for a while? It seems a bit warm in here.”

Thinking of the soft couch in the main hall, Song Xuwan snapped, “Baizhi, have you ever seen a soft couch in a main hall?”

If it weren’t for that couch, she wouldn’t have been subjected to Ji Moyang’s…

Baizhi, flustered, didn’t know what to say. Madam hadn’t specified the purpose of renting the house. If it were for Young Master Ji’s rendezvous, she would have prepared everything perfectly, even heating the bathwater in advance.

Fortunately, while they were dressing, Ji Moyang had already returned with a comb.

Song Xuwan, feeling utterly drained, let Baizhi comb her hair. Behind them, she heard a series of loud bangs. Turning around, she saw Ji Moyang repairing the broken bed leg.

Her face flushed crimson instantly.