You Stole My Husband, So I Seduced Your Son - Chapter 54

No way, Song Xuwan thought. I just wanted to tease him a little, not actually do anything. I’m still exhausted from last night.

She turned to leave, but Ji Moyang grabbed her by the arm and pulled her back into his embrace.

“I got some grapes—a palace gift. They’re not even available on the market yet. Want to try some?” Song Xuwan said, wriggling free from his arms and hurrying toward the basket of grapes.

Behind her, Ji Moyang leaned back slightly, a confident smile playing on his lips as he watched how long she could resist.

Picking up a small bunch of grapes, Song Xuwan offered them to Ji Moyang with a grin. “Try these? They’re the first harvest of early autumn.”

Ji Moyang remained leaning back, motionless, his gaze burning into Song Xuwan as he mouthed silently, “Feed me.”

Flushing crimson under his intense stare, Song Xuwan pretended to turn away, popping a grape into her own mouth and muttering, “If you want them, eat them yourself. This Madam doesn’t serve.”

The standoff lasted a moment before Ji Moyang suddenly hooked his foot around hers. Losing her balance, Song Xuwan tumbled directly into his arms.

Ji Moyang lowered his head, gazing tenderly at her. “Is it really so hard to feed me a grape?” he teased.

As Ji Moyang’s head dipped lower and lower, Song Xuwan, feeling embarrassed, quickly turned her head away. Unexpectedly, Ji Moyang followed her movement, his lips tracing a downward path.

A tingling sensation ran through her fingers, and Song Xuwan hastily withdrew her hand, only to realize Ji Moyang had been trying to eat the grape she was holding.

He had refused it earlier, but now that she didn’t want to give it, she playfully scolded, “If you want one, take it yourself. Don’t eat my grape.”

“Yours are sweeter,” Ji Moyang mumbled, reaching for another bite.

As they playfully struggled, their clothes gradually slipped off. Seeing herself about to fall into his clutches, Song Xuwan began to plead.

“Great Scholar Ji, please spare me! They say ‘one who stays near ink becomes black, one who stays near vermilion becomes red.’ We’ve been together so long—we can’t just indulge in romance all the time. Why don’t you teach me music, chess, calligraphy, and painting?”

She needed to rest her body to prepare for the coming days, when she planned to engage Ji Moyang in three hundred rounds of passionate battles.

Seeing Song Xuwan’s persistent reluctance, Ji Moyang didn’t press further. After a moment’s thought, he said seriously, “I’m not very familiar with music. Calligraphy and painting require years of practice. How about I teach you chess instead?”

“Okay!”

As long as she could keep Ji Moyang from his books, she considered it a victory. Besides, with chess, they would sit opposite each other, preventing any… complications.

Holding a chess piece, Ji Moyang pointed to the board and began teaching, “Go is played with white and black stones. Black moves first, and the players alternate turns, placing one stone at a time.”

As he spoke, he placed a black stone on the board and pointed to it. “See? A stone on the board has ‘liberties,’ which are the empty points directly adjacent to it—like these.”

He explained with utmost seriousness, but when he saw Song Xuwan across from him, her innocent eyes wide as she nodded with a mixture of understanding and confusion, he suddenly felt utterly lacking in romance.

Why am I teaching this so earnestly? When playing against such a beauty, does winning or losing even matter?

Besides, Song Xuwan’s clumsy earnestness only made her more endearing. He could barely resist…

“What’s wrong? I understand now. Can we start playing?” Song Xuwan asked, puzzled by Ji Moyang’s silent staring.

Ji Moyang blinked, then lowered his head to chuckle quietly. Soon, the two were engrossed in the game. Naturally, Song Xuwan played poorly, resorting to cheating after just a few moves.

“I want to switch to white stones! Black always loses!”

Ji Moyang laughed, casually exchanging the pieces and continuing the game.

Seeing her white piece about to be captured by Ji Moyang, she grabbed a grape and placed it in place of his black piece. “You wanted to eat grapes, right? Go ahead,” she said with a smile.

Ji Moyang was speechless. He pointed at the grape. “That’s my black piece.”

If he ate the grape, wouldn’t he be eating his own piece? Seeing Song Xuwan’s brazen cheating, Ji Moyang knew she had no intention of playing properly.

Fine, he thought. We’ve been playing around long enough. It’s time to get down to business.

The moment Ji Moyang’s smile turned sly, Song Xuwan knew she was in trouble. But before she could escape, he reached out and pulled her close.

“I’ve been craving these grapes all day, Young Master Xia. I intend to savor every bite.”

As Song Xuwan struggled, her robe slipped halfway off. The grape in her hand was lost as Ji Moyang took it in his mouth. The sweet and sour juice burst across his tongue, leaving him feeling utterly satisfied, as if he could die without regret.

Slightly suggestive content omitted…

To die beneath a peony blossom, even as a ghost, is still a romantic fate. The ancients truly spoke the truth!

After their moment of indulgence, Song Xuwan noticed the sun was already setting outside the window. She hurriedly nudged Ji Moyang, who was still sleeping beside her. “The city gates are about to close! You need to wake up!”

“I’m not going back today, and you’re not leaving either,” Ji Moyang said, pulling Song Xuwan back into his arms.

Song Xuwan considered her stamina. She needed to conserve her energy for the coming days; if she exhausted herself now, she wouldn’t be able to keep Ji Moyang occupied later, giving him time to recover.

While Ji Moyang slept soundly, Song Xuwan quietly dressed and slipped out of the Small Residence like a fugitive.

In the Annex, night had fallen completely. Min Rongxue still stood by the gate, waiting.

Madam Ma tried to reassure her, “Madam, please go back to your room and wait. Feng Shi will be back from the temple soon. The Young Master must have lost track of time while reading.”

This might have been plausible in the past. When Ji Moyang was at home, he often had to be reminded three or four times before he’d stop reading and go to bed.

But since arriving in the Capital, Ji Moyang had never stayed out so late while reading at Fuyun Temple.

After an agonizing wait, Feng Shi finally returned, panting. He wiped the sweat from his brow and reported, “Madam, Young Master Xia and the others said the Young Master went into town this afternoon to borrow books. He might have missed the curfew and is staying at Lord Zhou’s residence tonight.”

“Yes, Madam, he’ll definitely be back tomorrow. Let’s go have dinner now,” Madam Ma urged.

The explanation seemed plausible, but Min Rongxue knew better. Ji Moyang disliked staying out overnight, especially since Zhou Minghai wasn’t even at the Zhou Residence, and Song Xuwan had returned to her maiden home. There would be no one to host him there.

That left only one possibility: Xia Yongyan was lying.

The thought sent shivers down Min Rongxue’s spine. Last night, she had momentarily softened and neglected to keep an eye on Ji Moyang, allowing him to carouse all night. Now, he hadn’t returned at all.

She stared blankly at Feng Shi, hesitating whether to reveal the truth. Her only option was to send Feng Shi to Fuyun Temple in the middle of the night to intercept him.

That evening, lying in bed, Min Rongxue recalled Grand Academician Min and then the once obedient Ji Moyang. Finally, she couldn’t bear it any longer and ordered Madam Ma to summon Feng Shi.

“Go to Fuyun Temple and see if you can find the Young Master. If you do, tell him to come home.”

Feng Shi was puzzled. Why wouldn’t the Young Master return? He wanted to ask, but a sharp glare from his wife silenced him. He wisely replied, “Yes, Madam,” and immediately turned to carry out her orders.

Unfortunately, Feng Shi searched all night, until the first glimmer of dawn, but found no trace of Ji Moyang.