Chapter 9, Ji Wanyuan, is sweet.

The front hall of the Wen family residence was bustling with activity.

Lord Wen and his wife were serving guests at each table.

At the guest table on the left, all the young masters of the capital's famous and powerful families were seated.

After drinking a cup of wine, the young man in green brocade robes slumped over and leaned closer, whispering, "Brother Fang, won't this cause trouble?"

Wen Qiyan is not someone to be trifled with.

He ranked among the top young masters of prominent families in the capital not only because of his handsome face and prestigious family background, but also because he was the most outstanding scholar in the imperial examination.

Now he works in the Censorate and is highly valued by His Majesty. These aristocratic scions who have failed the imperial examinations several times are no match for him. After all, he has real power in his hands.

To drug the drinks offered to him at each table was truly taking a huge risk.

Even if the matter has been accomplished, what if Wen Qiyan finds out and comes after them to settle accounts?

Although he didn't administer the drug, he was the one who got it for Fang Chao from a brothel. When Wen Qiyan seeks revenge, won't he include him in the list?

The Fang family and the Wen family are evenly matched, and the Yu family is not in a position to go up against them; they would lose in a couple of rounds.

It's truly frightening to think about; even though I didn't drink much, I'm already sweating profusely.

"What are you afraid of? Didn't you say that medicine is colorless and odorless, and dissolves in water?" Fang Chao patted his shoulder. "Besides, we didn't use much, just a little bit."

"Wen Qiyan prides himself on being averse to women and having extremely strong self-control. I'd like to see if he can keep up on his wedding night."

Fang Chao smiled lightly, and instead of using the small wine cup to drink, he picked up the silver pot from the table, tilted his head back, and poured the wine directly into his mouth, drinking like a bull.

That's what Yu Hui felt slightly relieved.

He quickly remembered something else and lowered his voice even further as he spoke to Fang Chao.

"There was a rumor that the eldest daughter of the Ji family drugged Wen Qiyan, and that the two had been having an affair before getting married. Whether you drugged him or not, it probably doesn't matter, right, Brother Fang?"

His prescriptions are good, but how can a prescription for a person be the same as one for livestock? The prescriptions for livestock are all potent.

Even if the problem is resolved, those with weaker constitutions will still suffer some health issues.

Fang Chao raised an eyebrow lightly, "If that's the case, what are you still worried about, Brother Yu?"

"This romantic setting under the moon, this wedding night—it all happened so naturally! Hahahaha..."

With each word he spoke, he slapped Yu Hui's arm hard, the blow causing him pain.

Yu Hui felt the pain but couldn't retaliate. Turning his head to think about it, it seemed to make sense...

After a while, he raised his wine cup to Fang Chao, saying, "Brother Fang, your calculations are flawless, truly impressive! I was simply too clumsy to understand..."

"..."

Inside the new house, Ji Wanyuan looked around and noticed that Wen Qiyan seemed to be acting very strangely.

He looked at her, his gaze dark and brooding.

It gave off an extremely dangerous feeling, like a tiger in the mountains poised to pounce and bite her throat, killing her when she wasn't paying attention.

She had seen that look in her eyes not long ago.

That day, she drugged Wen Qiyan's tea, and before a series of indescribable and unforgettable events occurred...

That's how he looked at her.

Disgust, yet it contains fluctuations of passion and desire.

However... this time, it didn't seem as strong as before, but it was still enough to frighten her.

Ji Wanyuan choked on her saliva, gripped the red mattress with both hands, and slowly moved to the side without making a sound.

But after she moved even a fraction of an inch, the man's eyes narrowed, and his gaze fell heavily downwards.

She looked down and saw the mess of cake crumbs on the ground.

Oh no! How could she have forgotten about this?

The uneaten pastries were shaken off and hidden under her skirt.

After thinking for a moment, Ji Wanyuan slowly moved back, awkwardly smiling and shaking the hem of her skirt, trying to cover up the mess that was showing.

The man's gaze grew colder and colder.

Trembling under his gaze, Ji Wanyuan's hair stood on end. She hunched over, shrinking into the shape of a quail. As she bent over, the tassels on her phoenix crown clinked together, making a crisp and melodious sound.

She wondered why Wen Qiyan was looking at her like that. Did he want to consummate their marriage?

He doesn't hate her, or finds touching her disgusting?

"You—" she was about to speak when the other person coldly demanded, "What did you put in the tea this time?"

"…What?"

Ji Wanyuan looked puzzled, tilting her head and tilting her head back in confusion.

Seeing her smudged, small face looking dazed and silly, Wen Qiyan endured it again and again, suppressing the burning nausea and rising heat in his heart.

Unlike the last time when the Chinese medicine had a strong and stimulating effect, causing his veins to bulge instantly and even his internal energy couldn't suppress it in the slightest, and using his internal energy had the opposite effect, making the medicine's effects extremely potent.

At that time, Ji Wanyuan was wearing a thin, gossamer-like gauze dress, revealing her fair and smooth figure, foolishly and frivolously seducing him.

She was indeed incredibly foolish, only thinking about the success of the plan. She completely blocked all the exits from the restaurant's private rooms, cutting off his escape route and forcing him to choose between dying from the drug-induced arousal and bleeding from all seven orifices, or...touching her.

In the end, as she wished, what's done is done.

I never expected her to use the same trick again today, and even pretend to be so innocent.

Wen Qiyan suppressed his discomfort and closed his eyes to take a deep breath.

The breath I exhaled gradually became scalding hot.

The dim candlelight illuminated the man's handsome face, and his cheeks twitched slightly as he suppressed his emotions, his eyelashes trembling.

Based on what he had just said, Ji Wanyuan was shocked to realize that he might have been drugged again. She even suspected that she was the one who had drugged him.

Ji Wanyuan's heart skipped a beat. Gods, bodhisattvas, heavenly kings—she was terrified of death. She had already regretted drugging him once, how could she possibly do it a second time?

She didn't want to worsen her relationship with Wen Qiyan, after all, she was about to "live under someone else's roof," and the lives of her two family members were all in his hands.

Given such a dire situation, she would only try her best to mend the rift between the two—even knowing it was unlikely, there had to be hope, after all, what if? Who could say for sure?

She no longer dared to drug him.

Therefore, Ji Wanyuan immediately pleaded, "No—"

"Bang!"

Before he could even finish saying "It wasn't me," the man swept the tea, fruit, and dessert on the table away with a flick of his sleeve.

He stared at the mess on the ground, then swept the floor towards her.

Ji Wanyuan was so frightened that she stood up shakily, no longer caring about the mess of pastries she was hiding on the ground.

Wen Qiyan had no interest in seeing what she was hiding under her skirt. Thinking back to her little trick when she entered, she must have tampered with the tea then.

Today is different from before; the doors and windows are not sealed off, but he has no way out.

Because those guarding the gate were not only people from the Wen and Ji families, but also a whole courtyard of guests. If things really escalated to that point, it would probably break the peaceful situation he had maintained.

So he strode forward, grabbed her hand tightly, and threw her onto the bed.

"you……"

Ji Wanyuan was so dizzy from being thrown around that she had to protect her stomach in her haste.

The phoenix crown on her head fell to the ground, the heavy burden finally gone. But before she could even feel relieved, an even heavier pressure, like a mountain pressing down on her, trapped her at its foot, with no way to escape.

Fortunately, the bed was soft, so she didn't fall and hurt herself, but the dizziness hadn't completely dissipated, and her wrists and body were already firmly held in his grip.

Her only free hand pressed between the two men, touching the man's chest.

"Wen... Wen Qiyan, what are you doing?"

"What are you doing, Miss Ji? Don't you know?" Just like that day, the man's face was very dark, and his voice, though filled with lust, was as cold as ice.

"You, you, you... don't do anything reckless! I'm pregnant!" She was already crying again, her fingers and legs trembling.

"Doctor Fu said the medicine I took some time ago affected my pulse, so I can't have sex with you, it's impossible!" She shook her head like a rattle.

Her face was already badly smudged, and the tears that flowed freely added to the tear stains, making it almost impossible to recognize her original appearance. All that could be seen was that she had a small face, big eyes, and a high nose.

Her long, soft, black hair was spread out on the bright red bed sheet. Some strands flowed down her neck as she moved her head, while a few strands lay across her cheeks and nose, making her look disheveled and pitiful.

She cried so pitifully, struggled so fiercely, yet he felt no pity for her, only anger and disgust.

Why would she repeatedly drug him? Did she enjoy doing this so much, and like him touching her?

It seems that the previous incident wasn't enough to teach her a lesson.

Ji Wanyuan rattled off a long list of things, including that she would miscarry if she had sex with him, and that if she miscarried, she would never be able to get pregnant again in her life. Wen Qiyan didn't listen to any of it.

So she started threatening him again, saying that since he dared to treat her so rudely a second time, she would definitely send her personal maid to the Prime Minister's mansion the next day to have her father stand up for her, tear him to pieces, dismember him, and throw him to the dogs.

Upon hearing this, the handsome man with a gloomy face, who was pressing down on her, sneered. He showed no sign of stopping and even started tearing at her clothes.

Because the wedding robes were complicated to put on and difficult to untie, he had no patience and tore them with brute force, and there was a loud rip!

The girl's fair skin beneath him was revealed, along with the snow-capped peaks of the mountains, which were partially obscured and partially hidden.

"..."

How terrifying! The nightmare is repeating itself; she's about to be torn apart again, the thought of the intense pain as if she were being cleaved in two.

Ji Wanyuan cried even harder, and not just cried, she even started wailing and screaming for help, shouting repeatedly, "Help! Murder! Someone, save her!"

The old women, maids, and attendants outside all pricked up their ears when the banging sound rang out. They had all heard the commotion behind them, which seemed to be about consummating the marriage.

But even if the couple had a disagreement, on their wedding night, who had the audacity to open the door and stop them?

After listening for a while, she heard what sounded like tearing fabric, and Ji Wanyuan screamed for help in a shrill voice.

This...this...

Everyone looked at each other, wondering what was going on.

Just as everyone was trembling with fear, unsure whether to knock on the door, her pleas for mercy ceased, and only faint sobs could be heard.

Wen Qiyan covered her mouth with his hand, briefly silencing her wailing.

But because she still had one hand that could move, she scratched frantically. When his hand moved, she actually lowered her head and bit the back of his hand.

Even though Wen Qiyan moved quickly, she still got a bite from her sharp teeth.

He looked at her, panting heavily.

The lips were full and rosy...

Their eyes met briefly, and they faced off.

The competition was fierce, with neither side willing to give in.

Even though she resisted fiercely, the drug had already taken effect in his body.

Touching her soft body only intensified his pain and discomfort.

Wen Qiyan gave her no chance to resist, easily gripping her wrists with his large hands and binding them above her head.

Ji Wanyuan realized something was wrong, after all, her only free attacking claws were being "twisted" by the man.

With her legs pinned down by the man, she had no choice but to grind her teeth again, signaling that she would bite him if he continued.

The man was amused by her actions and sneered even more. As if possessed, he took her cheek and kissed her directly.

The moment their lips and tongues touched, they both froze for a brief moment.

"..."

Ji Wanyuan's pupils suddenly contracted in astonishment.

Wen Qiyan was also stunned, his brows furrowing deeply. He didn't know why he had kissed her.

There are many ways to gag her; just tear off any piece of cloth and stuff it in, right?

But his pause didn't last long before he continued.

She bit him just now, and even gritted her teeth as if she was going to bite him again. She needs to be taught a lesson for that mouth.

That intimate day, he didn't kiss her at all, only using his hands and feet to discipline and punish her.

But even after kissing him today, the disgust was still there. In fact, the moment he kissed him, he resisted and rejected the kiss, wanting to see who could tear and bite whom to death.

But when he ventured in out of anger, he unexpectedly tasted a sweet and soft flavor that he had never imagined.

In his memory.

Ji Wanyuan is frivolous, ignorant, stupid, arrogant, domineering, reckless, vicious, and arrogant.

No matter what kind of person she is... just thinking about her makes me feel incredibly disgusted.

Where she was, the strong smell of rouge made people want to vomit.

But he never imagined that one day he would actually feel... that she would be sweet.

Ji Wanyuan's lips are sweet to kiss.

A note from the author:

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Here we go! I think it's necessary to remind you again, little ones, remember to read the article reading guide in the text.