Chapter 79. He would die for her.

She was initially terrified, but at this moment, all her fear returned instantly because of those words and that embrace.

She stood there, stunned, breathing heavily.

The thunder and lightning outside hadn't stopped. The instant the thunder ripped through the sky, the man's large hand, carrying a cool, refreshing scent, covered her ears, completely blocking out the terrifying sound of the thunder.

His hands were exceptionally large and warm, touching her cold, sweaty cheek.

“It’s me.” He called her name again.

Ji Wanyuan turned around and saw the man's handsome face illuminated by the faint light from the eaves under the corridor.

Her eyebrows and eyes were exquisite, and she remained aloof and serene.

He's here.

She stared at him for a long time, thinking it was a dream.

Isn't this a dream? If it's not a dream, how could Wen Qiyan suddenly appear here?

"You...you weren't dead?" She looked up at him blankly, her small face tilted up, and after a long while, she uttered these words.

The man laughed in anger, and couldn't help pinching her ear, his teeth clenched in a gesture of fury. "Are you really hoping I'll die?"

"I—" He hadn't finished speaking.

She suddenly stood on tiptoe and threw herself into his arms, wrapped her arms around his neck, hugged him tightly, and sobbed softly in his ear.

"Wen Qiyan, I thought you were dead."

“My brother said… he sent someone to assassinate you, and you fell off a cliff and your fate is unknown. Just now I dreamed that you died, and you fell and were smashed to pieces, your flesh and blood a mangled mess.”

She no longer knew whether it was a simple nightmare or a continuation of another direction in the story, nor did she understand why she was so terrified and unable to accept Wen Qiyan's death.

In short, she didn't want him to die.

Perhaps because he had done so much for her and taken such good care of her along the way, she developed a dependence on Wen Qiyan.

It's also possible that she's pregnant with his child and will be born soon.

Anyway, she didn't want Wen Qiyan to die.

The girl's sobs, mingled with the thunder and lightning of the torrential rain, gnawed at his heart.

Wen Qiyan removed her slender wrist from his neck, looked down at her tear-streaked face, which was still pale with fear, and was looking at him with wide eyes.

He held her profile and lowered his head to kiss her.

Ji Wanyuan was caught off guard by his kiss. By the time she came to her senses, the man's tongue had already entered her lips.

His kisses were heavy and urgent, constantly drawing and teasing her lips, and she could no longer keep up with Wen Qiyan's movements.

Having not been close to anyone for a long time, Ji Wanyuan was no match for such an offensive.

Her hands quickly lost their grip on his arms and clothes, and she was forced to retreat step by step by his kisses.

The originally cool atmosphere instantly became sticky and hot, and the moment the two fell onto the soft bed, the intimacy intensified.

Ji Wanyuan was out of breath, sobbing softly. Wen Qiyan sucked on her before withdrawing, leaving a trail of saliva between them.

She lay on the bed, her hair spread out on the soft pillow, her round, clear eyes looking at him, her lips kissed until they were exceptionally full and red.

Wen Qiyan looked at her for a while, then stroked her chin with his fingertips. When he touched her lips, he pressed his fingertips against them, which were wet with the moisture from their kiss.

His voice was deep, and he told her to open her mouth a little wider.

Her mind was still in a daze, and she was a little confused by the kiss, but she still slowly opened her lips in response to his soft coaxing.

She had only opened her mouth a little bit when the man lost patience and kissed her again, though this time the kiss was gentler than before.

Although the thunder outside had stopped, the downpour continued.

He held the back of her head, gripped her waist, pressed her down to kiss, and his high, straight nose sank into her cheek.

Although the man's kiss was incredibly gentle, it was too long, and Ji Wanyuan soon found herself breathless again, her eyes filled with even more tears than before.

The sound of their kissing echoed from within the hanging curtains. Ji Wanyuan pressed against his shoulder and gripped his collar tightly.

He clearly noticed that she was breathing rapidly and not getting enough air, and that she was about to faint from his kisses. He paused and created some distance between them.

This time, the silver threads that were pulled out were even longer than before, and the tip of her tongue was trembling slightly. Her eyes were blurry with tears, and her lips were red and glossy, making her look incredibly delicate.

As Ji Wanyuan calmed down, Wen Qiyan leaned down and breathed heavily in her ear.

Their breaths mingled imperceptibly.

Ji Wanyuan finally found some sense of reality that Wen Qiyan was still alive through these two intense and lingering kisses.

Her lips were swollen from his kisses, and even the back of her tongue felt slightly sore.

He leaned over her, his tall and imposing figure completely enveloping her beneath him. The space inside the curtains was still quite dark, and she couldn't get up over Wen Qiyan, so she was held in his arms.

In the past, she would have felt fear and apprehension, but now, she finds that she no longer feels the resistance she once did.

After a long while, he stood up first, pulled her up, and held her on his lap to tidy her disheveled long hair.

The man's long, jade-like fingers ran through her hair, his fingertips occasionally touching her scalp. This reminded Ji Wanyuan of the way he washed her hair on the way to Youzhou, when he used his fingertips to massage and touch her. He used his fingertips, with a gentle and skillful touch, even better than jade.

Her nose suddenly felt a little sore, and she asked him reproachfully why he had only come to find her now.

"What exactly happened?"

"Want to know?" The man's deep voice sounded above her head. Ji Wanyuan couldn't help but turn around and glare at him, her eyes indicating that what he said was complete nonsense!

The man chuckled softly, looking at her angry and aggrieved expression, and then lowered his head to kiss her lips again.

"I'm back now, aren't I?"

Upon hearing this, Ji Wanyuan asked him, "Is it true that...my brother sent someone to assassinate you?"

He didn't answer directly, but instead helped her smooth her long hair, gathered it to the other side, and only started talking after holding her.

But the man gave an irrelevant answer, "What did you say when I said your brother had ulterior motives towards you?"

Is he bringing up old grievances?

Ji Wanyuan, “…”

"Huh? What did you say?"

He kept asking questions, even turning her around to look at her evasive little face.

She stammered, her eyes darting away as she retorted, "Did I say that? I don't remember."

She did say it, but it was quite harsh. She said Wen Qiyan was filthy, and that because she herself was lewd, she assumed everyone else was also blinded by lust!

He sneered and didn't argue with her, as if silently mocking her stupidity.

Right now, even if Ji Wanyuan was angry, she didn't dare to argue back.

Because she had already sensed it; even though Ji Lingyue hadn't said it directly, she had sensed that her sworn brother had developed other feelings for her.

"Are you blaming me?" She didn't like being at a disadvantage, and even when she was in a disadvantageous situation, she would still try to turn the tables.

Wen Qiyan saw through her bluff, but didn't expose her; he simply reached out and pinched her cheek.

Ji Wanyuan slapped his hand away. "Tell me quickly, did my brother send someone to assassinate you? And... why did it take you so long to come find me?"

"You really want me to come to you?" he asked.

Ji Wanyuan looked up and met the man's deep eyes.

She really wanted to, but she didn't want Wen Qiyan to gain the upper hand, so she stubbornly insisted, "No!"

“You’re lying.” This time, he called her out.

Ji Wanyuan glared at him again, "So you came here this time just to annoy me?"

Her next words were practically telling him to get lost, but she didn't want to, since they had just met, so she didn't say it.

"No, I missed you, so I came to see you."

Ji Wanyuan's heart skipped a beat when she realized he would say that.

The man's expression remained as cold and aloof as ever, but his gaze remained fixed on her. He looked at her intently, not as if he were joking, but because he genuinely missed her.

Ji Wanyuan pursed her lips, turned her face away from him, crossed her arms, and huffed unhappily, "You only miss me now?!"

Wen Qiyan looked at her profile, turned her around, pinched her chin, and stroked it.

Their eyes met, and Ji Wanyuan couldn't help but feel nervous. "..."

She sensed Wen Qiyan's interest and couldn't help but rub her fingers against the hem of his clothes.

Wen Qiyan's kiss finally landed.

This time, his kiss didn't just linger on her lips; it quickly moved elsewhere.

Ji Wanyuan felt a long-lost closeness, and she didn't know what was wrong with her; she was incredibly sensitive.

The moment Wen Qiyan kissed her, her breasts, where her heart was, were already wet with desire.

Afraid that he would make fun of her, Ji Wanyuan brought her knees together.

But her strength had not fully recovered, so she was no match for him and was easily pushed away.

When Wen Qiyan encountered it, it was indeed unexpected.

Ji Wanyuan couldn't help but purse her lips, "..."

When the man held the glistening moisture on his fingers right in front of her eyes, she turned her face away, her ears turning bright red.

"Ji Wanyuan, are you also longing for me?" he asked.

She couldn't help but purse her lips, turn around and glare at him, slapping his hand away and scolding him in a soft, biting voice, "Get out."

He chuckled softly, showering her lips and face with a flurry of kisses.

"Ji Wanyuan, have you missed me?" he asked again.

As his fingers caressed her rounded waist, Wen Qiyan moved his fingers away.

Her embarrassment hadn't faded; she felt utterly ashamed. "I don't want to..."

I wasn't thinking about him at all! Not even a little bit.

"Really?" he asked again.

"Really." As soon as Ji Wanyuan finished speaking, he pricked her with his slender fingertip.

It wasn't even a thorn, just a slight touch and she became incredibly sensitive, as if swallowing clouds and rain.

"You really didn't think about it?" he said, as she kissed him.

Ji Wanyuan sobbed and hit him with a soft pillow, but she had no strength left in her body.

The soft pillow fell off before it even hit him, so she simply covered her head with it, trying to hide it in the act.

"Are you about to give birth?" he asked.

"...Three more months." It took her a while to understand what he said before she replied.

It was a long time different from the month in his dream.

Ji Wanyuan did not have a premature birth or postpartum hemorrhage.

She wasn't dead, nor did she look at him with utter disappointment. Instead, she longed for him, responded to his kisses, put her hands on his neck, asked him why he hadn't come sooner, and even showed concern for him.

He longed to be close to Ji Wanyuan, to fill her with his desires, to possess her, to feel her, and to dispel the fear that the dream had instilled in him.

Several days have passed, but he still feels terrified.

This unprecedented terror swept over him and lingered to this day. When he closed his eyes, he could still see Ji Wanyuan's disappointed questioning and Qin Di's sarcastic smile as he came to report that she had died in childbirth.

Ji Wanyuan's dream, his dream, how could they have overlapped like this?

Not wanting to be too presumptuous, Wen Qiyan lowered his head and kissed her.

Ji Wanyuan let out a sobbing moan. Her neck was sticky with her long hair, and her full breasts heaved.

She lifted her wet eyelashes and looked down, seeing the man's forehead buried in his hands.

She wanted to speak, but in the end she said nothing. When she did speak, her words were incoherent, pitiful, and incredibly clingy.

Wen Qiyan kissed him repeatedly, and soon his handsome face was wet with her kisses.

Without much effort, accompanied by the woman's moans, the man's cold chin was stained with glistening dewdrops, which dripped down, and he was even kicked in the face with his knee by her.

Through her teary eyes, Ji Wanyuan saw his appearance and felt that he was both ascetic and alluring.

How could he act like this as soon as he arrived?

Waaaaah.

That's too much.

Ji Wanyuan's eyes were blurred with pleasure, and she only managed to come back to her senses after Wen Qiyan had tidied her up.

But without showering, I always feel sticky all over.

She sensed his interest quite clearly, but he didn't continue to be intimate with her; instead, he calmed down.

Ji Wanyuan found it strange and asked him why he stopped.

"You really want me to continue?" the man countered.

"I didn't," she snorted.

The thought that he had only wiped his face with a handkerchief and hadn't washed it thoroughly made me turn away and put distance between us.

"You think I'm dirty again? Ji Wanyuan, do you have any conscience?"

He said that after she had her fun, she didn't care about anyone else and turned her back on people faster than flipping through a book.

"What nonsense are you spouting?"

"Didn't you enjoy it?" the man asked casually.

Ji Wanyuan blushed and said something contrary to her true feelings, "I didn't."

Who... got my face wet?

She couldn't stand it and scolded him for being shameless, telling him not to say such disgusting things, saying it would make him look bad in front of others.

This time, the man didn't argue with her, letting her scold him as she pleased, he just held her in his arms.

She said he was dirty, but he insisted on pressing his face against hers.

Ji Wanyuan couldn't break free, so she could only let him do as he pleased.

The rain outside showed no signs of letting up, and the room was quiet. Her back was pressed against Wen Qiyan's chest, and she could feel his heart beating.

Not only Wen Qiyan's, but also hers.

A moment later, she told him that it had been raining a lot in Youzhou lately, making it very humid. She didn't like the bad weather, finding it stuffy and hot, and she couldn't even leave the house.

"Are you homesick?" He always knew exactly what she was going to say.

Ji Wanyuan didn't argue with him this time. "Yes, I miss my father and mother."

At this point, Ji Wanyuan couldn't help but sniff.

She told Wen Qiyan about the news she had learned from Ji Lingyue, that the Empress or the Emperor was ill and that the families of civil and military officials needed to enter the palace to serve them.

“Do you know?” she asked, looking at him.

"I understand." He put his arm around her waist.

"Are you sure it's true? Is Her Majesty the Empress really seriously ill?" She found the illness very strange.

"Perhaps it is, perhaps it isn't." Wen Qiyan said that the emperor's move was merely an attempt to use his family members to indirectly hold civil and military officials hostage.

"Then my mother..."

"Don't worry, my people in the capital will protect your mother-in-law." He reassured her.

Ji Wanyuan looked up at him and subconsciously wanted to give him some benefits, since he was helping her with something, so she simply kissed Wen Qiyan's cheek.

But it was just a fleeting kiss; she quickly escaped, preventing the man from grabbing her for a deeper kiss.

He looked down at her eyes and brows.

At this moment, the person was surprisingly well-behaved, nestled in his arms without making a fuss.

“I am fully aware of what has happened these past few days.”

"For now, you should stay with your brother-in-law and take care of yourself and your pregnancy. Don't worry about anything else."

How long am I supposed to stay here?

"Perhaps it will be time for childbirth."

"Am I going to give birth in Youzhou?" she asked, looking at him.

Wen Qiyan kissed her eyebrows and eyes, and hummed in response.

Ji Wanyuan subconsciously closed her eyes, her wet eyelashes trembling involuntarily.

"Don't worry, I will be with you during childbirth and I will make sure nothing happens to you."

"If..." She didn't want to say anything unlucky, but there are always exceptions.

"No buts." He kissed her, his deep, magnetic voice carrying an undeniable certainty.

At the same time, he made a promise to her, "If you die, I will give you my life."

Pay her back?

What should he do?

Ji Wanyuan's fear subsided somewhat, replaced by curiosity, "If I die, are you going to commit suicide for love?"

Could Wen Qiyan be someone who committed suicide for love?

“Yes, I’ll stay with you,” he said.

Ji Wanyuan felt a pang of emotion, her nose tingling slightly, especially when she thought of the storybook where Wen Qiyan married Lin Nianxi after her death, and the two lived happily ever after.

She snorted, "I don't believe you. What men say in bed is completely unreliable. You're just a liar."

He frowned and asked her, "Who taught you to say these things?"

Ji Wanyuan didn't hide anything, "My cousin Qingru told me."

She said that men will say anything to coax a girl to sleep, and once they've won her over, they don't care about anything else!

"Do you think I'm that kind of person?" he asked Ji Wanyuan. Had he lied to her? If so, what had he lied to her about?

Ji Wanyuan thought about it seriously. Had Wen Qiyan ever lied to her in his life? It seemed... no.

Speaking of deception, she fooled and lied to him even more.

The Wen Qiyan in the storybook is indeed different from the Wen Qiyan who is holding her now.

Looking at the spoiled and willful person in his arms, he frowned. What exactly did Lou Qingru teach her?

Thinking of Lin Sinian's previous experience, Wen Qiyan finally understood where Ji Wanyuan learned her dirty trick of drugging people.

Lou Qingru also used this tactic on Lin Sinian, the only difference being that she didn't drug him, but instead got him drunk, and then...

Ji Wanyuan was even worse than her cousin; she drugged him.

Thinking of this, Wen Qiyan asked directly, "Was the method you used to drug me earlier also suggested by Lou Qingru?"

His tone sounded like he was going to settle scores with his cousin; in short, it was a bit gloomy.

Ji Wanyuan naturally couldn't betray her strategist, and instinctively wanted to lie, but before she could speak, Wen Qiyan said, "If you lie, I can find out."

As he said this, his eyes narrowed, a silent threat indeed.

What else could Ji Wanyuan say? She could only weakly admit, "Well... it was indeed my cousin Qingru who gave me this advice."

Anyway, Cousin Qingru is far away in the capital, and Wen Qiyan is now considered half a member of the Ji family. It's impossible for him to go and settle accounts with Cousin Qingru, right?

"What did she say to you?" It was indeed Lou Qingru.

"She said...she said men are just like that, right?" Ji Wanyuan started to say but couldn't continue. She realized that what her cousin Qingru said was not something she could easily say to others.

She really liked Wen Qiyan back then, but Wen Qiyan didn't like her.

Moreover, Wen Qiyan's status was not low, so she had no way to ask her father to go to the palace to request the emperor to grant them a marriage and force Wen Qiyan to marry her.

Obtaining Wen Qiyan through forced marriage is no longer a viable option.

Since they couldn't get married, Cousin Qingru said that... it would be good to just try it out.

She also said that Wen Qiyan was like an iceberg with a dead face, and once she tried him, she definitely wouldn't like him because such a man would never care for anyone. Once she got him, she wouldn't like him anymore. So she strongly suggested that she try having sex with Wen Qiyan first.

"Lou Qingru asked you to get me drunk?" he asked directly.

Ji Wanyuan was indeed going to say that, but Wen Qiyan spoke first, startling her. "How did you know?!"

She was so startled that she sat up abruptly.

"Have you already had someone investigate?" He already knew, yet he still came to ask her?

"Heh..." the man sneered.

"What are you laughing at?" Ji Wanyuan asked, puzzled.

Wen Qiyan looked at her and pulled her back into his arms. Ji Wanyuan, lying down, was restless and looked up at him with her little face, "Tell me quickly, how did you know?"

"Did you already have someone investigate?"

You've already checked, yet you still come to ask her.

"Aren't you aware of what happened between Lou Qingru and Lin Sinian?"

Ji Wanyuan asked in confusion, "Is it the eldest son of the Lin family?" His closest friend.

"Um."

Ji Wanyuan thought for a moment, "Cousin Qingru seemed to have been somewhat interested in him for a while."

I've mentioned it to her many times, and even asked her what she thought of Lin Ssu-nien.

But Wen Qiyan was on good terms with Lin Sinian, and wherever Wen Qiyan appeared, she simply couldn't take her eyes off him and look away from anyone else.

Not to mention that Lin Sinian was Lin Nianxi's brother. Because of this, she didn't even look at the man properly and just vaguely said that he was alright.

Ji Wanyuan paused for a moment, and before Wen Qiyan could speak, her mind quickly caught on.

"Cousin Qingru wouldn't have forced herself on the eldest son of the Lin family, would she?"

Wen Qiyan didn't respond, but the meaning conveyed in his expression was clear enough for Ji Wanyuan.

"Really?" Her eyes lit up, and excitement appeared on her face. "Cousin Qingru didn't tell me?"

The two of them are having an affair?!

"Tsk." Wen Qiyan had no idea why she was so excited.

He sat up again.

He pulled her down, but she sat up again shortly afterward.

"Tell me quickly, what exactly happened? Did Cousin Qingru drug him?"

"No drugs were used, but Lou Qingru got Si Nian drunk."

Lin Sinian had a very low alcohol tolerance, and Lou Qingru had anticipated this.

"Wow, Cousin Qingru is amazing."

Wait, my cousin didn't tell her that!

She tells her cousin everything! Ji Wanyuan was immediately annoyed.

"Did Lou Qingru find you this medicine?"

Ji Wanyuan pouted, "No, I found it myself."

At the time, my cousin Qingru said that Wen Qiyan had strong self-control. He had been drugged while training in the Ministry of Justice, but he was able to withstand it. Ordinary medicine probably wouldn't work for him.

Without further ado, she went to find the beast's medicine.

"How did Lou Qingru know that I was drugged in the Ministry of Justice and was able to withstand it?"

Only Lin Ssu-nien knew the truth about this matter.

Ji Wanyuan paused, "Uh...?"

She was also slow to realize it, and was filled with doubt and speculation.

"So, according to you, Lin Sinian already knew I was going to drug you?"

Did he even indirectly help his cousin Qingru by giving her advice?

is that so?

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Author's Note: Here it is! Small red envelopes will be randomly dropped in this chapter~ [rainbow fart]