You Stole My Husband, So I Seduced Your Son - Chapter 44

He had always believed Song Xuwan was being forced into this, unwilling and resisting fiercely at every turn.

Sometimes, he secretly cursed himself for being inhuman. But today, upon hearing that Song Xuwan had developed feelings for him, he suddenly realized how things had subtly changed.

Perhaps Song Xuwan had been unwilling before, but her actions—renting a house, giving him matching clothes, and now gifting him a belt—all pointed to one conclusion: Song Xuwan truly cared for him. They were mutually in love, and he was sharing joyful moments with the woman he loved.

With this thought, he felt an overwhelming urge to find Song Xuwan immediately, to tell her that he loved her too, that his entanglement with her wasn’t just lust.

Ji Moyang alternated between despondency and elation. Lu Zhengwen, observing this, surmised that the woman likely came from a noble family, and her marriage to Ji Moyang would likely face many obstacles. He felt too awkward to ask any further questions.

Meanwhile, at the Zhou Residence, when Song Xuwan learned that Ji Moyang had hidden the belt and Min Rongxue hadn’t noticed, she felt as if her soul had been drained.

It seemed fate was deliberately mocking her. Every time she desperately tried to please Ji Moyang, hoping he would become complacent and slip up at home, the evidence she had deliberately planted should have been obvious even to a blind man.

It was a pity that after waiting countless times in the small courtyard, she was always disappointed. Each meticulously planned scheme failed silently and invisibly.

Was fate mocking her? Could this charade possibly continue?

Now that things had come this far, was there any turning back?

To give up now would mean abandoning all her previous efforts.

After days of deliberation, the day of their secret rendezvous arrived. This time, Ji Moyang was unusually gentle, almost tender.

“Xuwan, do you… do you have feelings for me?”

Song Xuwan heard this question in a daze, utterly bewildered. Had she fallen in love with Ji Moyang?

“I know everything,” Ji Moyang continued. “If you’re too shy to say it, you don’t have to. I won’t pressure you anymore.”

Song Xuwan had no idea what Ji Moyang was playing at, but if letting him believe she loved him would serve her purposes, there seemed no harm in it.

She probed cautiously, “You really won’t pressure me? Can we… can we just do it once today?”

Afraid Ji Moyang might suddenly turn aggressive, she quickly added, “The Autumn Provincial Exam is only half a month away. I’m worried you’ll become too distracted by women and neglect your studies.”

She really does love me! Ji Moyang roared inwardly. Not only did she send him gifts and tend to his daily needs, but she also worried about his exams and cared about his future. Wasn’t this exactly what a young woman smitten with a man would do?

After his triumphant roar, an overwhelming tenderness welled up in his heart. “Don’t worry,” he said softly. “If I can’t make it in the Capital, no one can.”

“Huh?”

Song Xuwan had always thought Ji Moyang hadn’t read much since they met. Given his apparent lack of interest in books, she assumed his scholarly knowledge must have grown rusty. She never expected such unwavering confidence.

This must be sheer self-delusion, she thought. After all, countless candidates for the Imperial Examinations were so nervous they couldn’t sleep. How could Ji Moyang, who spent his days dallying with his lover, possibly be so assured? She asked softly, “Really?”

“If you don’t believe me, do you doubt the other scholars? Who among them doesn’t hold me in the highest regard?” Ji Moyang gazed deeply at Song Xuwan, his eyes blazing with ambition.

Song Xuwan blinked. If I can’t humble Ji Moyang through the Imperial Examinations—if he remains arrogant, looks down on other scholars, and fails to integrate into their ranks—that might not be so bad.

After all, they were all men of letters, and scholars had always been prone to mutual disdain. Many would likely resent Ji Moyang’s brash arrogance.

She immediately wrapped her arms around Ji Moyang’s neck, cooing shyly, “Of course I believe you. You’re the most talented scholar I’ve ever met.”

Song Xuwan spoke with genuine sincerity, her face radiating adoration and admiration. Ji Moyang became even more convinced that she had unconsciously fallen in love with him.

What could make a man more infatuated and driven mad than a woman’s adoration and admiration? At that moment, Ji Moyang felt like he was number one, and that position belonged to him alone.

“I will never disappoint you,” he vowed.

They lingered in each other’s arms for a long time, Song Xuwan showering Ji Moyang with endless praise, elevating him to divine status. Ji Moyang felt utterly convinced that she was desperately in love with him—a love so fervent, so blind.

Afterward, as they stood in the courtyard, Song Xuwan pointed to a horse and said, “I heard you’ve practiced martial arts. You must know how to ride.”

Even better if he doesn’t, she thought. A fall from the horse could break his arm or leg, ruining his chances at the Imperial Examinations.

“I bought you a horse,” she continued. “It will make your trips to the Capital much easier.”

And to Fuyun Temple too, she thought. The mountain roads are treacherous. A fall could cost him his life.

More importantly, where would he hide such a large gift?

She gazed at Ji Moyang with tender eyes, and as expected, the young man’s eyes lit up with excitement, eager to try it out.

Song Xuwan nestled against him, playfully teasing, “Now that you have a horse, you can come here sooner and won’t make me wait so long.”

Had he ever made her wait? Wasn’t it always him waiting for her?

But Song Xuwan’s words instantly made Ji Moyang interpret her desire to see him sooner. His heart had already melted completely.

“Xuwan, you truly understand me,” he murmured.

His mother had always forbidden him from touching such things—swords, spears, horses, bows, and arrows were all strictly off-limits.

Yet what young man doesn’t harbor a dream of becoming a wandering hero? Even a scholarly prodigy like him yearned to be both learned and martial.

Song Xuwan admired him, cared for him, understood him, and stayed by his side. Was she a divine gift—a guardian spirit sent by the heavens to decipher his heart?

To the world, he was merely Ji Moyang: a young prodigy, a man who needed to prove himself through the imperial examinations, a man whose dignity depended on success in those exams.

Sometimes, he felt like nothing more than a tool for the examinations, meticulously crafted by Min Rongxue.

But with Song Xuwan, he could be a reckless wanderer, a man who could act as he pleased and still be deeply loved, a man adored regardless of his talent or whether he passed the exams.

He embraced Song Xuwan, his voice thick with emotion. “Having you is all a man could ever ask for.”

Song Xuwan returned Ji Moyang’s embrace, though she couldn’t quite understand his sudden fervor. Could this horse have truly struck a chord with him?

She didn’t care about the reason, only wanting to stoke the flames of their passion. “I long to be with you every day, Young Master, and forget the rest of the world.”

“But… should we avoid seeing each other for a while, so you can focus on your Imperial Examinations?”

With only half a month until the Autumn Provincial Exam, she deliberately suggested a temporary separation for the sake of his studies, hoping to provoke Ji Moyang.

As expected, his cheerful expression immediately turned cold. “I’ve told you three times in three days, five times in five days.”

“But it might distract you from your studies.”

“No, not seeing you would be the real distraction.”

Good, Song Xuwan thought. She was waiting for Min Rongxue to see the horse, follow the trail, and catch them in the act. Imagine the drama of cornering her son in his mistress’s bed just days before the Imperial Examinations!