Chapter 56. He Wenqing gazed at Lu Hun and his wife…

He Wenqing watched as Lu Hun shielded his wife behind him. He, who was usually so restrained and rarely showed any emotion, was so angry that his eyes were blazing with fury, and he almost broke the hilt of his sword.

Suppressing his anger, he said, "Wei Yin, come here."

Seeing that He Wenqing's sword was already pointed at Lu Hun's face, and that Lu Hun was seriously injured and weak, Wei Yin dared not move an inch. Helplessly, she explained, "My lord, please calm down. Things are not as you think."

"If it wasn't like that, what else could it be?" He Wenqing felt extremely humiliated. "What could have forced you to say he was your cousin? To let him kiss your neck? Did I have to see the two of you entangled together, barely clothed, for it to be considered acceptable?"

Upon hearing this, Lu Hun finally understood, and he pursed his lips in shame.

Her husband found out...

We know everything...

Before Lu Hun could react, the sword blade had already struck him unexpectedly. He quickly grabbed Wei Yin's hand and moved her aside. However, when He Wenqing saw their hands clasped together, he became even angrier. His last shred of reason vanished, and he went berserk, viciously swinging his sword at Lu Hun's face one after another.

Lu Hun was ashamed of his lewd thoughts about someone else's wife and dared not use his ghost magic on He Wenqing. He could only rely on his instincts to dodge the sword. He was also afraid that the sword would accidentally hurt Wei Yin, so he dared not retreat and stood in front of Wei Yin. In addition, he was still seriously injured, so he had great difficulty dodging. After a while, he heard two slicing sounds. His sleeve was cut open and his arm was bleeding.

Lu Hun immediately covered his arm to prevent He Wenqing from seeing the black blood flowing out.

Wei Yin watched as the boy's face grew weaker and weaker, but the boy remained submissive and let He Wenqing chop at him.

The boy was not wrong.

He kissed her unconsciously after he became Wenxuan.

Wei Yin finally couldn't stand it anymore and stepped forward to block Lu Hun, glaring at He Wenqing, "My lord, if you are really angry, then come at me. Lu Hun doesn't know anything, so don't make things difficult for him."

He Wenqing listened with a heavy heart.

His wife, who had shielded him from a sword with her own body for another man, was someone who used to be extremely afraid of pain, unable to bear even the slightest bump or bruise. But now…

Under immense anger.

He felt a pang of jealousy...

He wished he could pierce Lu Hun's heart with a sword.

Then, grab her head and force her to watch this person die!

He Wenqing's eyes reddened, and he suddenly pointed the sword at her.

Wei Yin met his gaze without fear.

But after a moment, He Wenqing still couldn't bring himself to do it. He threw the sword away in grief and anger, and turned to leave without looking back.

No sooner had he left than a servant who always accompanied He Wenqing cautiously ran in to relay his message.

“Young Madam, the young master said that he does not want to see the young master in the manor anymore. If he is still in the manor, he will never go to your room again.”

Wei Yin waved at him dismissively, "Go tell the young master that he can do whatever he wants, the young master will not be leaving for the time being."

The servant left with a bitter face.

Inside the room.

Wei Yin and Lu Hun stood in silence.

Wei Yin rubbed her temples and turned around. Lu Hun stood by the window, looking cautious and gloomy, with his head bowed. Blood kept seeping out of his arm, and his hand covering his arm was stained black, showing how deep the sword had cut.

Wei Yin sighed.

She stepped forward, gently took his arm, and used a handkerchief to bandage his wound.

"I'll have someone bring you more food later, so you can recover from your injury."

Lu Hun gave a soft "hmm." He knew that such things were most taboo between husband and wife. Only after she spoke did he dare to say, "Sister Wei, it's my fault that you and your husband are at odds. I will explain it to him clearly and won't let him misunderstand you..."

Wei Yin laughed at him, "It has nothing to do with you."

Lu Hun shook his head inwardly.

No.

He remembered that he had indeed secretly done something extremely despicable to her that night.

Even after she was a child and married her husband, she still harbored such sordid thoughts.

Lu Hun watched quietly as Wei Yin bandaged his arm. Just the sight of her hand on his skin sent chills down his spine. After he had observed the entire touch, Wei Yin withdrew her hand, stood up, and then spoke.

"Sister Wei, I will leave here as soon as possible so as not to cause you any trouble."

Upon hearing this, Wei Yin didn't even hesitate. She reached out, hooked her hand around his hair, tugged at it, and asked with a smile, "Are you leaving?"

"Um."

"Then where will you go? Where will you sleep?"

"I can sleep anywhere. There's a dilapidated temple nearby, I can..."

"Nonsense," Wei Yin interrupted him. "How could you sleep in a place like that? Alright, ignore He Wenqing's words about leaving. My affair with him has nothing to do with you. You should focus on healing your injuries first, understand?"

Lu Hun didn't respond, he just stared at her quietly.

After Wei Yin left, she returned to her room and learned that Chen Xuanhua had sternly instructed anyone who knew what had happened not to speak of it. Therefore, neither Old Master He nor Madam He knew anything about it.

Little did she know that not long after she left Lu Hun's place...

He Wenqing, drunk, arrived at Lu Hun's place with several servants.

Lu Hun touched the handkerchief on his arm and looked up at them.

He Wenqing immediately recognized it as Wei Yin's handkerchief. He sneered and gestured with his hand. A strong-looking man rushed over and ripped the handkerchief off Lu Hun's arm. Lu Hun hesitated for a moment, but ultimately refrained from doing anything. The man then presented the handkerchief to He Wenqing with both hands.

He Wenqing glanced at it twice, then looked down at Lu Hun from his high position.

"As a scholar, how could you possibly lust after another man's wife?"

Lu Hun remained expressionless.

"Who exactly are you?" He Wenqing asked again. "Where are you from? What is your relationship with Wei Yin? Have you two gone that far...?"

Lu Hun still ignored him.

Seeing his silence, He Wenqing didn't bother to ask any further questions and simply said, "Are you going to leave on your own today, or do you want me to throw you out?"

Lu Hun finally spoke, saying calmly, "There's no need for Lord He to take action; I will leave."

"That would be for the best." He Wenqing paused, then added, "After you leave, be careful not to say anything you shouldn't, otherwise your future career and official position will be ruined..."

Lu Hun didn't even finish listening before turning around and leaving.

He Wenqing's gaze fell on the cloak on his body, and he added, "You are not allowed to take anything my wife gave you. You should leave the way you came!"

Lu Hun remained silent and reached out to take off his cloak.

He Wenqing watched Lu Hun leave, and only then did the gloom in his eyes ease a little. He waved for his servants to follow him, determined to see him leave the He family with their own eyes.

After doing all this.

He closed his eyes.

This matter was a disgrace to the reputation of He Wenqing and his family, and he absolutely could not allow it to be spread. However, he was momentarily stunned as to how to deal with Wei Yin.

After Wei Yinfang finished her dinner, she was about to have someone deliver a pot of soup to Lu Hun when He Wenqing returned, looking slightly drunk.

He thought that Wei Yin would at least feel guilty for doing such a thing, and might even come to him like before, trying to coax him not to be angry. So, as long as she really did not do such a thing with Lu Hun as she said, he could forgive her.

But Wei Yin didn't care.

She only glanced at him when he came in.

He Wenqing's eyes were gloomy, and he ignored her, instead looking at the maid who brought the soup, "What kind of soup is this? Where should we take it?"

"It's a tonic soup." The maid, completely unaware of what had just happened, replied, "The young mistress instructed me to send it to the young master."

He Wenqing's face instantly darkened into a stormy mood.

He walked over and forcefully swept the food box from the maid's hand, spilling the soup and shattering the food. Just as the maid was about to pick it up, He Wenqing shouted at her to leave.

Wei Yin glared at him, "He Wenqing, what are you doing?"

"What am I doing?" He Wenqing stepped forward, cornering Wei Yin against the wall. "I should be asking you what you're doing! You keep saying you two have nothing going on, that I misunderstood! But not only did you take a sword for your lover, you even brought him tonic soup? What, he's so young and already can't handle you?!"

Wei Yin heard his words getting more and more outrageous, "He's young and not married yet, don't talk nonsense."

"Small?" He Wenqing was furious, completely losing his usual self-disciplined and courteous demeanor. He raised his hand and grabbed Wei Yin's chin. "Is it your age that's small, or is it your private parts that's small? Wei Yin, I originally thought that I had really misunderstood you. I was thinking that if you could admit your mistake, I wouldn't be unable to forgive you. But now it seems that you are a shameless woman!"

Wei Yin wanted to break free from his restraints.

He Wenqing pressed closer and closer, until he was almost pressed against her. He deliberately said sarcastically, "Don't even think about being unruly. I will never let you disgrace the He family. And let me tell you the truth, I just kicked Lu Hun out of the manor. He was smart enough to know his place and didn't know what was good for him. He took off his cloak when I told him to. Otherwise, don't blame me for stripping him naked and throwing him into the street."

"You sent him away?" Wei Yin immediately thought of the boy's still-healing serious injuries. "It's so cold today, and it's nighttime. How could you let him leave dressed so lightly?"

"You feel sorry for him?" He Wenqing turned her face towards him again. "You dare!"

Wei Yin didn't want to waste her breath arguing with her, so she put her hand in front of her and said, "You've had too much to drink, go to Xuanhua's room."

"You want to go find him?" He Wenqing immediately understood her intention. "Don't even think about it! Wei Yin! I think it's because I haven't touched you for too long that you've forgotten who you really are, haven't you? Then tonight you'll see who your husband is! Who your heaven is!"

Before Wei Yin could even speak, He Wenqing suddenly grabbed her around the waist, abruptly pulled her away, threw her onto the bed, then clamped Wei Yin between his legs, and with his teeth, tore open her outer skirt by her shoulder.

Fierce, violent, and utterly devoid of tenderness.

Wei Yin turned pale with fright at He Wenqing's appearance.

She struggled violently.

We need to run away.

However, He Wenqing grabbed her hands with a single scoop.

He Wenqing sneered, "I used to tolerate you, coax you, and not make things difficult for you, which was to give you face. But now it seems that I gave you too much face. I should have let you stay at home and take care of your husband and children. From tonight onwards, you don't need to leave your room. I will come over every night until you are pregnant!"