Lu Ziyuan’s gaze turned cold, his expression dark and frightening. Xie Wanqing did not look at his face but could feel the boiling anger of the person beside her.

She held her breath, subconsciously taking a step back, but soon her wrist tightened as she was pulled into his embrace.

The familiar scent enveloped her, and Xie Wanqing swallowed, her voice changing in fear, "Lu Ziyuan, don’t go crazy!"

His large palm grasped her delicate neck, gently curling, his fingers brushing her soft skin, causing a shiver.

Lu Ziyuan let out a laugh.

The laugh was short and cold, chilling to the listener.

Xie Wanqing’s whole body stiffened, suddenly, the hand on her neck used a bit more force, her vision going black, as her face was pressed into his chest.

As Lu Ziyuan looked down, holding her securely in his arms, a tide of regret surged within him.

How could he have allowed this girl to lie beneath another?

In those sleepless nights, she was held by that old man in their embrace.

Right on this bed!

Lu Ziyuan let out a short tremor from his throat, his tongue brushing her earlobe like a smooth jade bead, gently teasing.

Xie Wanqing couldn’t hold back anymore and began to struggle frantically.

She used quite some force, but to him, it was no different than a flirtation, unable to stop him at all, instead even rubbing out a reaction.

"Does he know how ticklish you are here?... Hm?" His voice was husky, laughing as if mocking, "Every time I kiss here, you go weak, does he know?"

They’ve been married for two years, this girl is so spoiled, too gentle yet too rough hurts her, he nearly engraved tolerance into his bones to not harm her on the bed.

He knows every inch of her inside and out.

Now?

Does that man know it clearly too?

Knowing they’d consummated the marriage, it was only now that Lu Ziyuan deeply felt that his unique treasure was touched by another man.

Hatred surged within him, his eyes red, almost losing his sanity.

Pressing his lips against her burning ear, he laughed with murderous intent, "Just wait, soon you’ll see him die with your own eyes!"

Coldness spread through her limbs, Xie Wanqing’s struggling stilled for a moment.

Lu Ziyuan was both bitter and angry, his boiling rage desperately wanting to tear the person in front of him to pieces, almost gritting his teeth, "What do you see in that old man after all!"

He could even accept her marrying someone else to retaliate against him!

But how could she give away her true heart!

"Didn’t you say you love me! Didn’t you say you’ll marry no one but me!" The suppressed jealousy broke open, and Lu Ziyuan lost his reason, glaring at the girl in front of him with red eyes, "How can you easily accept another man!"

The man’s current demeanor was really frightening, Xie Wanqing took a deep breath, pinching her palm, trying to calm down, not to argue with him.

She didn’t want to further enrage him, but being questioned so in her own home, she couldn’t bear it.

"Is it painful?" She glanced at the neatly made bed, softly saying, "You can’t stand such a clean bed? Then have you ever thought about what you’ve made me endure?"

She thought of the dream from her previous life, the warm room.

In the freezing winter, she stood outside the door where the cold wind howled, hearing the male and female voices inside with her own ears.

One was her beloved husband, the other her trusted maid.

Now that she knows the truth is not what she thought, so what, in her past life, until death she firmly believed they were involved inside.

Such heart-wrenching pain, he made her hear it with her own ears.

Then without any apology, or explanation, he directly took her in as a concubine.

Compared to him, what is her intimacy with her husband in this life?

She wanted to say more but her wrist was tightly held, the next instant, she was thrown onto the bed.

Lu Ziyuan followed closely, one hand holding her wrist, the other gripping her waist, trapping her beneath him, leaning down to look at her.

"Clean?" He repeated lowly, teeth filled with hostility, "He hasn’t touched you here?"

What it meant talking past each other, Xie Wanqing understood.

This person really is severely troubled.

She stopped speaking and didn’t dare struggle anymore, the person on top seemed to calm down gradually too.

The room fell silent.

A long time, until the red in his eyes faded, regaining clarity.

He leaned down, burying his face in her neck, letting out a muffled voice.

"Why didn’t you come?"

Xie Wanqing was stunned, "What?"

Her confusion seemed genuine, Lu Ziyuan’s voice slightly deepened, "Where’s that bamboo tube?"

Xie Wanqing’s brow suddenly jumped, realizing the reason for his visit.

She didn’t speak, and Lu Ziyuan raised his head to look at her, his face darkened as he said, "Lost it?"

With that, he reached out to grasp her chin, "Where did it go?"

He wasn’t pressing down, allowing Xie Wanqing to breathe easier, not keeping secrets, she tilted her head to point to the dressing table beside, "At the bottom of the vanity case."

Lu Ziyuan glanced at her, got up from her, walked over there, and rummaged through the vanity case, when he turned back, Xie Wanqing had gotten up too, standing far from the bed.

Her defensive demeanor as if afraid he’d do something to her on the bed made Lu Ziyuan’s already angry mood surge again.

He let out a cold laugh, his long fingers moving casually, the untouched bamboo tube spinning at his fingertips, "Since you kept it, why not open it for a look? Playing games with me?"

"I didn’t keep it," Xie Wanqing parted her lips, explaining the misunderstanding that happened yesterday, "I’ve never wanted to play games with anyone."

She explained so earnestly, but Lu Ziyuan’s expression showed no sign of softening.

Of course, he knew she never wanted to play games with him.

Her mind likely only had one thought.

Which was to stay as far away from him as possible, best to break off completely, never to associate until death.

Between them, it was him forcing it, him clinging on.

Thinking so, his smile turned colder, his gaze towards her blatant enough to make one shudder.

Xie Wanqing dared not show anger, looked away from him, hoping he’d take the item and leave quickly.

But instead of leaving, Lu Ziyuan sat down before the small round table, poured himself a cup of cold tea, then said, "That man is old and frail, you still managed to fall for him."

Belittling Pei Yuqing seemed to elevate his mood, his expression visibly improved, and when he looked over again, he tossed the bamboo tube in his hand.

Xie Wanqing instinctively reached out to catch it.

The bamboo tube willingly fell into her hand, who wouldn’t call it tacit?

Xie Wanqing’s breath caught, staring at the youth with slightly raised brows on the other side, secretly annoyed at her instinctive response.

The bamboo tube in her hand seemed like a hot potato, wanting to throw it back at him.