Chapter 210 So Embarrassing!

Feng Yuan's mouth gaped open, completely unable to believe what she was seeing.

What are they doing?

How embarrassing!

Feng Yuan covered her face with her hands, but couldn't help peeking through her fingers.

Her cousin Ya Ya hid in Lord Lu's arms and entered the pavilion, where she was protected so well that not a single drop of rain touched her.

As soon as she landed, my cousin was pushed backward and pinned against a pillar.

Both of them were moving somewhat hastily and chaotically.

Lord Lu held his cousin Ya Ya's waist with one hand and protected the back of her head with the other, making her tilt her head back so that he could plunder her more deeply.

Amidst the increasingly heavy rain, Feng Yuan could still hear her cousin's faint sobs, which sounded like she was in pain, or perhaps like she was begging for mercy because she couldn't bear the demands.

But her cousin's expression didn't show any resistance; instead, she wrapped her arms around Lord Lu's neck and pulled him even lower.

She was practically clinging to Lord Lu.

The tiny glimpse of the scene through her fingers made Feng Yuan blush with embarrassment, and she didn't even care that the rain was hitting her.

At this moment, she was holding Lu Yuan's Embroidered Spring Blade, wishing she were an unnoticed mushroom.

Waaaaah, my cousin-in-law was right! Lord Lu and my cousin Ya Ya are so sweet.

She must tell her cousin-in-law this good news; he will definitely be happy for them.

Feng Yuan sighed as she rubbed her numb feet from squatting.

Then, as she looked around, she discovered something even more shocking.

My cousin Ya Ya's veil was torn off at some point.

However, her face was completely free of the crisscrossing scars he had seen before; her face was as smooth as jade, without a single blemish, let alone scars.

In the rain, her eyelashes trembled slightly, and a thin layer of red spread across the corners of her eyes, like clouds smudged with rouge.

Feng Yuan was completely stunned.

Has my cousin Ya Ya's facial injury healed? When did that happen?

Until the wind and rain stopped, Lord Lu carried his cousin away from the pavilion, while Feng Yuan remained squatting there like a statue.

On the way back to the mansion, Jiang Zhi asked Feng Yuan where she had gone, why she couldn't find her at the temple and why she was soaked to the bone.

Feng Yuan had already changed into dry clothes in the meditation room and mumbled a few words saying that she went to admire the flowers on the way but was caught in a heavy rain.

Jiang Zhi simply told her to go back and drink a bowl of ginger soup, and to be careful not to catch a cold.

Feng Yuan agreed, and as soon as she returned to her residence, she couldn't wait to send a message to Shen Ci'an, saying that she had something important to discuss.

Inside the teahouse, Shen Ci'an listened to Feng Yuan recount her experiences in the pavilion, and his grip on the teacup tightened.

"You said your cousin's injured face has healed?" he asked. "Then did you get a good look at what she looks like?"

Feng Yuan shook her head, "It was raining quite heavily at the time, and Lord Lu was always... she, so I didn't see her very clearly."

She was a little embarrassed to speak.

Shen Ci'an suddenly thought of a possibility and took out a portrait from inside his clothes. "Does her appearance match the one in the picture?"

This was drawn by him personally in order to find Jiang Zhi.

When Feng Yuan saw the person in the picture, she was immediately surprised. "How come you have a portrait of Cousin Ya Ya?"

As soon as she finished speaking, she saw the paper in the person opposite her fall onto the table.

The suspicion in his heart was finally confirmed. Shen Ci'an was stunned, as if struck by lightning, and stood there motionless.

If Feng Yuan looked closely, she could see that his clenched hands were trembling slightly, and his handsome face was now pale and bluish, looking extremely ugly.

He needed to take a deep breath to suppress the suffocating feeling in his chest. His pupils trembled violently, and when he opened his lips, he found that he couldn't say anything.

If that's the case, then everything makes sense.

No wonder Lu Yuan treated Ji Zhiya, whom he had only known for a few days, differently. It turned out that it wasn't that he had fallen for someone else, but that she was actually Jiang Zhi!

He then recalled the mark he had seen on Feng's neck at the entrance of the Feng residence that day.

It had just rained heavily that day, and Lu Yuan happened to be escorting Jiang Zhi back to the Feng residence.

So what did they do during that time?

Shen Ci'an gritted his teeth, his mind on the verge of collapse.

Unfortunately, Feng Yuan, who was standing to the side, did not notice Shen Ci'an's loss of composure at all, as she was completely immersed in the sweet excitement of discovering her cousin's feelings.

"After Cousin Ya Ya's appearance was restored, she looks even more compatible with Lord Lu. You didn't see how they were, so passionately in love, in the pavilion just now. Oh, just thinking about it makes me blush..."

The more she spoke, the darker Shen Ci'an's face became.

Finally, he couldn't listen anymore. He slammed his teacup down on the table with a thud, interrupting Feng Yuan's endless chatter.

"Thank you very much for your help today, Miss Feng."

His voice was squeezed out from between his teeth.

“It’s alright, I’m doing this for Cousin Ya Ya’s happiness,” Feng Yuan then noticed Shen Ci’an’s unusual behavior and looked at him with suspicion, “Cousin’s husband doesn’t seem too happy about this?”

Shen Ci'an lowered his eyes, his eyelashes casting a dark shadow in his eye sockets, obscuring the intense emotions surging within him. "Happy, extremely happy."

“That’s good. In that case, I’ll leave the task of bringing the two of them together to my brother-in-law,” Feng Yuan blinked. “Please rest assured, brother-in-law, I will also assist you from the sidelines.”

"However, I see that the two of them are deeply in love and don't need any outside help. I think it won't be long before Lord Lu comes to propose marriage."

The words Shen Ci'an used to deceive Feng Yuan have now backfired on him.

He listened to Feng Yuan's words with almost self-torture before supporting himself on the table to get up. "I just remembered I have some things to attend to, so I'll head back now. Goodbye."

After saying that, he didn't look at Feng Yuan again and turned to leave.

When he left, his steps were still a little unsteady, as if he had suffered some major blow, and his back was no longer as straight as when he came.

Feng Yuan couldn't help but feel puzzled.

My cousin's husband must be overjoyed.

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That night, inside the Lu family mansion.

Lu Yuan carried Jiang Zhi and lightly descended from the wall, then slipped into his main house.

There were no candles lit in the room; it was pitch black except for the moonlight streaming in from the window.

Jiang Zhi had been kissed by Lu Yuan all the way from the Feng residence, and her body was already limp. She weakly clung to his neck.

Lu Yuan lifted her by the waist and made her sit on the desk he usually used for handling cases. He leaned down and fixed his hawk-like eyes on her.

"W-what are you doing here?" Jiang Zhi shifted her body uncomfortably.

Lu Yuan didn't answer her, but instead lowered his head and kissed her lips fiercely, his long tongue like a spear, sweeping her away without leaving a trace.

Jiang Zhi's lips were already swollen and red, and she could only whimper in protest.

In the darkness, only their intertwined breaths remained.

Lu Yuan's hard, bulging muscles were already poised to strike, and with a slight flick of his long, calloused fingers, her skirt fell to either side.

He kissed her, his hands never stopping. Jiang Zhi tensed up, like a fish on a chopping board, her breathing and heartbeat controlled by the man in front of her.

"Touch me." His voice was hoarse and condescending, like that of a superior issuing commands.

It made Jiang Zhi's heart tremble.

She reached out her hand, trembling.