Chapter 902: Chapter 132: Yiyi, Are You Messing with Me? [Part 1]

Zhang Lan gnashed her teeth. "You little rascal, I really can’t do anything with you!"

Rong Rui couldn’t hold it in anymore. He grinned smugly, walked up to Zhang Lan, and wrapped his arms around her thigh, tilting up his fair little face to her as he wheedled, "Good Aunt Zhang, just tell me, I promise I won’t tell Little Gege."

Zhang Lan lowered her head to look at Rong Rui, her face full of helplessness. "Really?"

"Mm-hmm." Rong Rui nodded so hard his head was like a rattle.

Zhang Lan then took Rong Rui by the hand and walked to the kitchen door. She glanced up at the second floor, and only when she didn’t see Yige did she squat down in front of Little Rui and say seriously, "Do you still remember how you once told me Yige was kept under house arrest by your dad in the courtyard house?"

Hearing that, Rong Rui perked right up. "Yeah yeah yeah."

Zhang Lan’s face went dark with exasperation. She paused before saying, "Actually, I figured that out too."

"Right, right, right." Rong Rui said excitedly. "Back then when I told you, you just wouldn’t believe me. You believe me now?"

"I believe you now!" Zhang Lan nodded earnestly.

Rong Rui smiled in triumph.

Zhang Lan, "..." She was running out of things to make up; felt like she was going to lead the kid astray!

"But Aunt Zhang, what does that have to do with not letting Little Gege know the house is my dad’s?" Rong Rui asked in confusion.

"This, this is where you don’t get it."

Zhang Lan said, "Your dad feels guilty toward Yige, so he wants to make it up to her. He knows Yige is looking for a place, so he wants to sell his place to her cheap as compensation. But if Yige finds out it’s your dad’s house, do you think she’d take it?"

"No way!" Rong Rui said with certainty.

"There you go then!" Zhang Lan said.

"...Why does Dad want to make it up to Little Gege? Is he still not over her, does he still want to pester her?" Rong Rui scrunched up his little brows and snorted.

"I don’t think so!" Zhang Lan said, head lowered.

"Then why does he still want to make it up to Little Gege?" Rong Rui jutted out his little lips, looking like a baby about to throw a tantrum.

"Because... because his conscience is acting up." Zhang Lan was cornered and had no choice but to say it.

After she spoke, Zhang Lan herself felt she’d wronged her boss.

Rong Rui froze, looking at Zhang Lan. "Aunt Zhang, you’re saying my dad is doing it because his conscience got to him, and not because he has some ulterior motive toward my Little Gege, right?"

"...Yeah." Zhang Lan said through gritted teeth.

Rong Rui stared at Zhang Lan, his little brows furrowed as if he were weighing how true her words were.

Zhang Lan felt that after everything she’d said, if this little guy still didn’t buy it, then she really was out of tricks.

"That’s more like it."

Rong Rui muttered to himself for a while before speaking.

Zhang Lan, "..."

"Aunt Zhang, call me when dinner’s ready. I’m gonna go play some games."

Rong Rui clasped his hands behind his back, turned around, and swaggered out of the kitchen like a little young master.

Zhang Lan watched Rong Rui turn the corner and disappear from sight, then finally patted her chest and let out a long breath.

A little brat barely over five and he’s already this hard to fool—what’s it going to be like when he grows up!

Zhang Lan shook her head and went back to making dinner.

...

In the countryside in December, once night fell, the wind howled cold and bitter, cutting to the bone. Everywhere the eye could see was pitch-black, not a single human figure in sight. 𝓯𝙧𝙚𝒆𝙬𝙚𝒃𝙣𝙤𝒗𝓮𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

A short-haired girl with her head bowed, wearing a white long dress and a black long padded coat, stood on the rough stone steps in front of the mud-tile house. The faint, yellowish light leaking out from the cracks of the house fell on her, making her look like some eerie, ghostly figure.

Second watch of the night

A short-haired girl with her head bowed, wearing a white long dress and a black long padded coat, stood on the rough stone steps in front of the mud-tile house. The faint, yellowish light leaking out from the cracks of the house fell on her, making her look like some eerie, ghostly figure.

Creak—

The wooden door was pushed open from inside. A not-so-tall man stepped out of the house and walked straight up behind the woman, wrapping her in his arms from the back, his face full of desire as he rubbed against the smooth skin of her neck.

His body pressed tightly against her from behind, his hips thrusting upward in time with his movements.

The strands of hair hanging on either side of the woman’s face hid her expression, but her voice was sultry. "Every day for the past few months... and you can still handle it?"

"Baby, if you can handle it, I can handle it."

When the man finished, he forced her face around and fiercely sealed the lips hidden beneath her hair.

The woman cooperatively turned around, her slender arms lifting to loosely wrap around the man’s neck, responding to him with everything she had.

"Mm, baby, I’m crazy in love with you."

"So crazy in love means how much do you love me?"

Her hand resting on the back of his neck lightly scratched the bare skin there as she asked in a soft, sultry voice.

"So much I could die for you, so much I could give up the whole world for you... baby, I want you..." He impatiently lifted the white dress under her cotton coat.

She narrowed her eyes, the corners of her mouth carrying a faint smile, letting him do as he pleased.

"Mm... Ruan Ruan, you’re amazing, just like your name, so soft..."

Song Yiweng bent over Tang Ruan’s neck, panting heavily and gruffly growling dirty words.

Tang Ruan raised her head, the hair on both sides of her cheeks falling back to reveal her calm and mocking face, but the voice that came out of her mouth was soft and coy. "You’re amazing too, you make me feel so good every time..."

"You little tormenting vixen!"

One sentence from her nearly made Song Yiweng lose control on the spot. He held it back, wrapped an arm around her waist and lifted her up hard, turning to walk into the house.

Once inside, Song Yiweng put Tang Ruan directly on the table, grabbed both her ankles and ravaged her without restraint

When everything returned to silence, Tang Ruan was lying on the table, her whole body damp and sticky.

Song Yiweng, wearing only his shorts, walked back and forth in the room, wiping Tang Ruan’s body.

At last, he tossed the towel in his hand into the basin, picked Tang Ruan up, and headed for the inner bedroom.

Entering the bedroom, Song Yiweng carefully placed Tang Ruan on the bed, meticulously pulled the quilt over her, then lowered his head to kiss her lips. "I’ll go take a shower first, wait for me."

"Mm." Tang Ruan reached out, squeezed his hand, her face full of shy sweetness as she spoke.

Song Yiweng’s heart trembled.

Then the quilt he had just pulled over Tang Ruan was flipped open again. He climbed back onto the bed, directly covering Tang Ruan’s body once more.

Tang Ruan’s eyes were slightly narrowed. A flash of disgust swept quickly through her gaze, yet the corners of her lips carried a helpless smile. She lifted her hand to gently cup his neck. "You can’t keep doing this, it’s bad for your health."

"You’re too irresistible. I can’t help it when I see you. I really just want to die in bed with you."

Song Yiweng leaned down, his body beginning to rise and fall heavily.

Tang Ruan bit down on her teeth in secret, her eyes looking at him in mock reproach. "You..."

"Heh."

Song Yiweng lowered his head and sealed her lips.

It was close to midnight when Song Yiweng finally went to shower, then climbed into bed and lay down with Tang Ruan.

With her body pulled into his arms, Tang Ruan’s face was pressed against his bare chest, and from the corner of her eye she saw a patch of pale, naked flesh. Instantly, she pressed her lips tightly together.

Song Yiweng wasn’t actually fat, but he didn’t have a trace of muscle on him.

And she didn’t know if it was because he’d been overdoing it lately, but she could always smell a heavy fishy stench on him. It was nothing like the scent on Rong Sinan’s body—always faint, like sunlight, clean and pleasant.

At the thought of Rong Sinan, Tang Ruan’s heart gave a hard, painful jerk.

She hadn’t thought she loved Rong Sinan that much before, but the longer she stayed with Song Yiweng, the more acutely she realized her obsession with Rong Sinan.

A man like Rong Sinan—so clean, with that refined elegance seeping out from his very bones—could not be compared to someone like Song Yiweng at all.

Song Yiweng truly wasn’t even worth one of Rong Sinan’s fingers!

With that thought, Tang Ruan turned over in Song Yiweng’s arms.

But as soon as she turned away, he forcefully twisted her back.

Her chin was lifted, his lips pressing down hard, half forcing her to part her lips and tangle with his.

Tang Ruan felt sick inside, but had no choice except to obediently cooperate with his kiss.

When the kiss finally ended, all Tang Ruan could taste in her mouth was the foul stench of his saliva!

She shut her eyes, her face pulled tight.

With every passing day, Tang Ruan found her current life more and more torturous.

"Baby, good night." Completely oblivious to Tang Ruan’s aversion to him, Song Yiweng kissed her brows and eyes with honeyed affection as he spoke.

"...Good night." When Tang Ruan spoke, her lips trembled with the effort of holding herself back.

It was already the latter half of the night, and the thunderous snoring at her ear made it impossible for Tang Ruan to fall asleep!

And Song Yiweng had the habit of hugging someone when he slept. Hugging her wasn’t enough; he would even throw a leg over Tang Ruan’s body.

Tang Ruan had endured this from Song Yiweng for almost five months now!

Her eyes were open, shining startlingly bright in the darkness of night, yet also exceptionally cold.