You Stole My Husband, So I Seduced Your Son - Chapter 57

As he spoke, he suddenly noticed Song Xuwan had begun to cry, her soaring emotions plummeting to the depths.

“What’s wrong? Do you think I can’t make this happen for you?” Ji Moyang asked, his heart aching as he tenderly wiped away her tears.

Song Xuwan quickly stifled her tears, determined not to let Ji Moyang escape his arrogant mindset. She tilted her head, her voice laced with resentment. “Once you’ve achieved wealth and status, Young Master, you’ll likely forget all about me.”

“By then, you’ll surely have young, beautiful ladies by your side, having long forgotten your aging, faded concubine. Just thinking about it makes my heart ache terribly.”

In this relationship, Ji Moyang had always been the one plagued by insecurity. Hearing Song Xuwan’s tearful lament, he first felt a surge of elation, then grew flustered, unsure how to express his true feelings.

“How could I ever forget you?”

“Not now, but you will once you’re married!”

Ji Moyang shook his head vehemently. “With you by my side, I’ll never marry another.”

Song Xuwan refused to believe such empty words, pressing on relentlessly. “But Madam Min will never agree. She’ll undoubtedly arrange a prestigious marriage for you. By then, you’ll be surrounded by beautiful wives and concubines—where would there be room for me in your heart? Waaah…”

Desperate, Ji Moyang raised three fingers and swore solemnly, “Don’t cry. I swear, as long as you’re by my side, I’ll never betray you. I, Ji Moyang, swear before Heaven and Earth: if I ever betray Song Xuwan, may I be cursed with a lifetime of unhappiness, a bleak career, and a lonely, bitter end.”

Indulging in lust harms the body, while drowning in love wounds the spirit. Hearing Ji Moyang’s solemn vows, Song Xuwan finally felt she had planted a fuse in his heart. With a mere flick of her finger, she could throw his mind into chaos and drive him to despair.

Now, all that remained was to exhaust his mind and body until he collapsed in the Examination Compound.

Forcing a smile, she said, “Alright, no more swearing. I believe you.”

After their exchange of vows, their affection naturally grew even sweeter. Ji Moyang carried Song Xuwan back to their room and gently placed her on the bed.

This time, Song Xuwan didn’t resist as she had before. Sitting on the edge of the bed, she cast a sultry glance at Ji Moyang standing before her, then parted her lips and bit down on the sash already tied around his waist.

Slowly, deliberately, she tugged the sash loose. Her provocative movements made Ji Moyang’s entire body tense as if he were about to explode.

His muscular arms braced on either side of Song Xuwan, his remaining rationality warning him not to harm her.

“Can your body handle this?” he asked, remembering her fainting spell earlier that day. He feared that if they went too far tonight, she might demand to return home tomorrow.

But Song Xuwan showed no trace of embarrassment. She extended her jade-like foot and, with a gentle flick, kicked off his outer robe.

“Aren’t there a few more techniques you’d like to try, Young Master? I’ll risk my life to indulge you.”

“You said it! No getting angry!”

With those words, Ji Moyang pounced like a ravenous wolf, so embarrassing that even the moon hid behind the shadows of the trees.

Scene omitted for brevity.

The next day, several carriages swayed along the official road leading from the Imperial Mausoleum back to the Capital. Zhou Minghai sat in one, feigning sleep.

The construction of the Imperial Mausoleum had proceeded smoothly, leaving no major concerns. The pampered officials from the Capital, accustomed to luxury, couldn’t endure more than two days in the wilderness.

The poor food was bad enough, but the real horror lay in the mosquito swarms, as large as oxen, that kept them all awake at night.

Thus, they unanimously decided to return a day early and submit their reports ahead of schedule.

As they approached the outskirts of the Capital, Zhou Minghai finally opened his eyes and summoned a servant. “Madam has been staying at the Annex these past few days. She won’t know I’m returning early. Go inform her to either return home on her own or wait until tomorrow when I can fetch her.”

Zhou Minghai couldn’t possibly detour to pick up his wife while traveling with his colleagues. If they found out, they’d tease him relentlessly about being henpecked.

At that moment, Song Xuwan, who should have been at the annex, had just woken up. She had severely misjudged her physical limits, nearly costing her life.

Today, she absolutely had to return to the Song Residence to rest for a day. She would come back tomorrow to practice yang-replenishing yin with Ji Moyang.

“Young Master,” she said, “if I don’t return for two days, Ningning and Mother will worry. I’d like to go back and check on them later.”

This time, Ji Moyang wasn’t reading a book. He had just woken up, like Song Xuwan. Hearing her words, he chuckled, “Afraid? Want to run home and hide from me?”

Song Xuwan feigned anger and pinched Ji Moyang, scolding him, “Doesn’t the Young Master know the value of moderation? You’re pushing me to the brink!”

Knowing he had gone too far, Ji Moyang didn’t insist. He stood up by the bed, striking a commanding pose. “Serve your husband by helping me dress. If you do a good job, I’ll grant you permission to return home today.”

Seeing how difficult it was for Song Xuwan to even sit up, Ji Moyang dressed himself and handed her his belt. “My lady, your assistance is requested.”

Song Xuwan struggled to sit up and helped Ji Moyang fasten his belt. When she looked up, she found him staring at her, his expression unreadable.

“What’s wrong?”

Ji Moyang suddenly turned away, avoiding Song Xuwan’s gaze. A moment later, he nonchalantly looked back, feigning casualness as he asked, “Do you pamper him like this at home too?”

“What?” Song Xuwan was momentarily taken aback.

“Never mind. You must be hungry. I bought some cloud cakes.”

As Ji Moyang turned to retrieve breakfast, Song Xuwan finally detected a hint of bitterness in his forlorn figure.

When Ji Moyang turned back with the cloud cakes, Song Xuwan smiled. “With so many maids at home, there’s no need for me to serve anyone. They all serve me. You’re the only person in the world I’ve ever served like this.”

As Ji Moyang’s eyes gradually lit up, Song Xuwan lowered her head and bit into the cloud cake he held, casually licking his fingers as she did so.

“So delicious.”

The double entendre hung heavy in the air, dripping with ambiguity.

The gesture instantly reignited Ji Moyang’s primal instincts, which had been waning.

He reached out and lifted Song Xuwan’s chin, his voice husky. “How delicious? Let me taste.”

Their lips met, and Song Xuwan’s cloud cake was devoured in moments. Before she could protest, Ji Moyang murmured, “This time, you seduced me.”

“I want to go home!”

“Just one last time before you leave.”

This time, they parted ways, unsure when they would meet again. They needed to savor this moment to the fullest.

Meanwhile, at the Annex, Ji Moyang had been missing for two days and two nights. Madam Min was frantic, her lips ringed with fever blisters.

Even Feng Shi, who usually paid little attention to such matters, grew anxious. “Madam, should I go search for him in the city?” he suggested.

He remembered the Small Residence Ji Moyang had visited before. With the upcoming exams, the young master might be seeking solitude there.

But Min Rongxue calmly shook her head. She knew Ji Moyang was growing up and might confide more in his classmates than in her. Hadn’t he sent a message to Lu Zhengwen yesterday? His classmates might know his whereabouts better than she did.

“Go inquire at the temple,” she instructed. “Oh, and return Young Master Xia’s clothes and his horse. Assure him we’ll take good care of it.”

Feng Shi found this odd. Why return the clothes now? But this wasn’t the time for questions. He gathered the garments and headed to the temple.