You Stole My Husband, So I Seduced Your Son - Chapter 55

He returned to report to Min Rongxue, “Madam, how did you know Young Master was at Fuyun Temple? Young Masters Xia and Lu were sound asleep. Surely Young Master wouldn’t go out alone in the middle of the night to play?”

Min Rongxue’s eyes lit up. Xia Yongyan was sound asleep? That meant Ji Moyang hadn’t been out carousing but had genuinely gone into town to borrow books.

Her mood instantly brightened, and she smiled. “I just wanted you to check. It was a wild guess.”

Feng Shi dared not complain aloud, but inwardly he grumbled, If Madam ever gives such a reckless order again, I’ll find a place to get some proper sleep. Young Master doesn’t need this kind of worry. Chasing after him like a madman is just foolish.

At the Song Residence, Song Xuwan, who had slept soundly all night, woke early. Fearing that her abrupt departure might provoke Ji Moyang’s next outburst, she quickly concocted an excuse to slip out of the residence again.

After buying breakfast on the street, she carefully carried the meal to the small residence. When she pushed open the door to the inner room, she found Ji Moyang still asleep, and her worries instantly vanished.

In high spirits, she sat by the bed, scrutinizing Ji Moyang. Truth be told, he was remarkably handsome—a crane among chickens, standing out in any crowd.

If she were ten years younger, she might have truly fallen for him.

Having endured over a decade of marital hardship, she now only sought to drag the man before her into worldly ruin, forever clipping his wings and preventing him from soaring again.

She reached out to touch Ji Moyang’s cheek. Such a clean and refined face—soon it would be marred by a scraggly beard and a gloomy expression. What a pity!

“Ah!”

Suddenly, the sleeping man’s eyes snapped open. He flipped her over, pinning her beneath him, his hoarse voice laced with anger. “You snuck away again last night. How should I punish you?”

“Last night, I worried about disturbing Young Master’s studies. I came early this morning to bring you breakfast. Can’t Young Master forgive me just this once?”

As Song Xuwan blinked up at him, Ji Moyang saw his own feigned anger reflected in her dark pupils. He immediately felt a pang of guilt.

He should cherish her properly. She was so timid and fragile, and had only recently begun to open her heart to him, like a little animal he had nurtured for so long, finally willing to acknowledge him.

If he grew fierce and harsh, she might retreat into her shell again. He instantly softened his expression, gently wrapping Song Xuwan in his arms.

In truth, when he had woken up last night to find her side of the bed empty, he had been deeply disappointed—so disappointed he had almost disregarded the curfew to search for her.

He had tossed and turned half the night, unable to sleep, so that even when dawn broke, his head felt heavy and he didn’t want to get up.

When Song Xuwan arrived with breakfast, he immediately sensed her presence. Still nursing a silent resentment, he feigned sleep, unwilling to acknowledge her.

He felt her lingering gaze and the tender caress of her hand on his cheek. The lingering resentment in his heart instantly dissolved.

“I know you had your reasons for leaving, but please tell me next time. You can’t imagine how painful it was to wake up and find you gone—it felt like you had abandoned me.”

Feigning helplessness? Song Xuwan wasn’t buying it. She pushed Ji Moyang away. “Success comes from diligence, failure from idleness. Hurry up and eat your breakfast so you can study. If you fail the Imperial Examinations, it’ll be my fault.”

“Ten years of hard study—if I fail, it’s because my knowledge is lacking, not your fault.”

Ji Moyang finally sat up and began eating breakfast leisurely, not forgetting to pull Song Xuwan into his lap.

“Worried I’ll fail?”

Of course not. I’m more worried you’ll pass, Song Xuwan thought, shaking her head.

Unfortunately, Ji Moyang misinterpreted her gesture. He chuckled. “Exactly! You should have faith in me. I told you before, I have a photographic memory. I’ve already memorized all the necessary books for the Imperial Examinations. Now, I’m just studying the commentaries of famous scholars. Even if I stopped studying today, I’d still pass this time.”

“Don’t worry,” Ji Moyang said.

That’s exactly why I’m worried—because you’re guaranteed to win, Song Xuwan muttered inwardly. She began plotting how to drain Ji Moyang’s energy so he’d collapse from exhaustion during the imperial examination and have to be carried out.

After Ji Moyang finished breakfast, Song Xuwan feigned embarrassment and asked, “Young Master, Madam Min said you’re so focused on studying the Sages’ teachings that you wouldn’t even speak to a young lady who flirted with you. How do you know so much about the bedroom? Do the Sages’ teachings cover that too?”

“Hahaha, does that surprise you?” Ji Moyang chuckled suggestively, wrapping his arm around Song Xuwan. “The Sages’ teachings don’t, but I’ve acquired some rare texts. There are still many techniques I haven’t tried yet. Let’s try them all today.”

“Young Master, your health comes first,” Song Xuwan protested halfheartedly, retreating slightly.

“Don’t worry, this is much easier to learn than Go. Come, let me teach you properly.”

Ji Moyang cornered Song Xuwan against the bed, producing an erotic painting from who-knows-where. His smile was utterly licentious. “Come, pick one you like.”

Seeing the book she had personally discarded at Fuyun Temple, Song Xuwan felt like she had shot herself in the foot. With a swift kick, she sent the book flying.

“None of them,” Song Xuwan said.

Ji Moyang grabbed her kicking foot and gently tugged, pulling her down beneath him.

“Then we’ll start with the first pose,” he murmured, “and keep going until we find one you like.”

He buried his face in her neck, his voice thick with innuendo. “I, for one, adore every single one.”

The sun rose in the east and set in the west, and the day passed quickly. When Min Rongxue saw Feng Shi return alone, her heart fluttered with unease.

Before she could even ask, Feng Shi said cheerfully, “I saw Young Master Lu today. He was in town borrowing books and mentioned seeing our young master. Our young master went to visit Academician Zeng, who took a liking to him and invited him to stay at his residence to write essays. He said he’d personally tutor him.”

“Madam, rest assured, the young master will likely return tomorrow or the day after.”

Feng Shi’s lighthearted tone reassured Min Rongxue somewhat. Suppressing her lingering doubts, she said, “Go into town tomorrow and tell the young master to thank Academician Zeng properly. We mustn’t be impolite.”

“Understood, Madam,” Feng Shi replied, bowing his head.

In the Small Residence’s courtyard, Song Xuwan woke up groggily from a deep sleep to find Ji Moyang sitting by the window, completely absorbed in a book.

After such a ridiculous day, he still has the energy to read?

Song Xuwan struggled to sit up, then deliberately stumbled into his arms, blocking his view of the book. “Is that book more interesting than me?” she asked mischievously.

Ji Moyang chuckled, amused. Seeing Song Xuwan’s defiant gaze, he kindly reminded her, “Don’t push yourself if you’re not up to it.”

He gestured toward the darkening sky outside the window. “It’s already night. You barely have the strength to lift your leg. Should I carry you back to the Song Residence?”

He’s really rubbing it in, isn’t he? Song Xuwan knew she’d likely be staying the night. Feigning petulance, she replied, “Alright then. I’ll trouble you, Young Master.”

Ji Moyang stopped teasing her, smiling as he carried her to bed and tenderly helped her dress.

As he gazed at Song Xuwan’s porcelain-white skin, now marred with a riot of bruises—as if a paint bottle had been spilled across her—a sudden pang of tenderness struck his heart.