Chapter 52 Touching is naturally touching places that will make you behave.
Although there were two people in the study, only Yue Jin's angry cursing echoed throughout the Meng mansion; outside the study, a few maids and servants tending to the flowers and plants stood scattered, their eyes turning into the room one after another.
It was like a dense net blocking Le Jin's escape route; she hesitated for a long time, not daring to step out of the room.
Her heart clenched into a knot, a torrent of sorrow. She had truly meant well but made a mess of things this time; she had no one to blame but herself. But how was she going to clean up this mess?
Le Jin squatted on the ground, clutching the painting, and stared sadly as the sunlight on the carpet gradually slanted.
Until an embroidered shoe hurriedly stepped into her line of sight.
"My lady, the painter Song told me that he suddenly broke our agreement today because of what happened, and he asked you not to be angry. He also asked if you could leave the manor in five days, as he wants to invite you to go for a stroll along the Luo River. My lady, shall we go?"
Le Jin raised her face, her deep gaze filled with melancholy.
Why should she go anywhere... She's caught in the middle, nobody cares about her in Luojing, and she can barely stay in the Meng family mansion!
Bao Yin had just been summoned to see Song Chengzhi and missed the big moment. Now, seeing Le Jin with her face scrunched up like a bitter gourd, she realized that marriage really did mean less freedom than before. Not only could she only do things secretly, but she had also caused a huge disaster.
"How about... we try to appease the son-in-law first?"
"Trying to coax Meng Shutai?" Le Jin plopped down on the ground. She'd given him a bruise, broken something so important, and her "lover" was still waiting outside the manor with unwavering devotion… Le Jin felt a chill run through her body, as if she were seeing tomorrow's sun rising on her way to be drowned in a pig cage…
She shuddered, a chill creeping over her entire body.
You have to coax him, you really have to coax him.
A small tray held various medicines. Qi Sheng was so worried she almost broke the tray, but seeing her husband looking so relaxed in front of the mirror, all her worries turned into a sigh.
"Young master, stop looking at it and apply some medicine, otherwise this bruise won't go away for several days."
Meng Shutai raised his hand to block the sound of chess pieces and said calmly, "No need, this is fine."
He looked at himself in the mirror and, despite having been hit, a hint of satisfaction appeared in his eyes as he stared at the wound.
That was a good play.
It won't disfigure you, yet it's flamboyant enough. The greenish-blue scales coiled on your forehead, like a long snake's scales deliberately unleashed by its owner to terrify you.
As Meng Shutai traced the edge of the wound with his fingertips, his eyes darkened as he recalled the fool on Danjin Mountain who was on the verge of death.
Her hand was already on Song Chengzhi's back, about to push him off the cliff, but the hatred from Le Jin that day echoed in her ears.
"If something like what happened to Feng Yu'en happens again, I'll fight you to the death..."
Her eyes flashed with a cold light, like an ivory dagger held to his neck, demanding that Meng Shutai give his life for her.
He couldn't be happier if it meant a fight to the death.
But if there were some other man in the middle, and she were to die with such a scoundrel, Meng Shutai would not be at peace even when he met the King of Hell.
She quietly withdrew the strength from her hand, and her action changed to supporting Song Chengzhi when he almost fell.
He gently reminded her to "be careful," concealing his cold-blooded murderous intent beneath a veneer of consideration and courtesy.
We can't rush things; we can't let this idiot's dirty blood push Le Jin further and further away.
The mirror showed patches of blue mixed with specks of purple bruises. Meng Shutai smiled, this bait was enough to make Le Jin feel guilty and lose her composure.
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Night fell, brushing against the eaves where wind chimes hung, and the waning sunlight illuminated Le Jin's hurried figure. She carried a small wooden box in her arms and carefully pushed open the carved door of the bedroom. Meng Shutai sat on the chaise longue, his long, flowing black hair cascading to his waist, and he didn't turn around even when he heard the sound.
Le Jin crept forward, and when she was several steps away from him, she opened the small box in her arms.
"This is a piece of jade that I specially found. Do you like it?" She asked Meng Shutai with her head down, but she was afraid of meeting his gaze.
Although it was obvious that his jade seal was unique and no material could compare, Le Jin still wanted to make some compensation.
A soft laugh suddenly came from inside the room. "Why are you standing so far away? I'm not going to throw something at you."
Le Jin was stung by those words, her cheeks instantly burning. Looking up, she saw Meng Shutai smiling at her, though he looked tired, and the bruises on his forehead seemed even deeper.
"I'm sorry..." Le Jin handed the small wooden box to Meng Shutai with both hands and said with utmost sincerity, "Song Chengzhi and I have nothing between us. We were just looking at the painting."
"I concealed my identity when I contacted him because I was afraid that if he knew about my reputation in Luoyang, he wouldn't dare to contact me."
Although she was trying to be ambiguous, isn't that the root of the problem?
Le Jin shuffled her toes under the ground, muttering to herself, trying not to let Meng Shutai hear her too clearly:
"I'm just too lonely, you can't blame me."
The jade box was slammed shut, startling her. Both wrists were grabbed by one hand, and a force dragged Le Jin to the chaise lounge. Before she could even sit properly, Meng Shutai grabbed her shoulders and pressed her down to lie down.
He looked down at her, his dark hair flowing like an ink curtain draped over Le Jin's shoulders and neck, cool and slightly itchy, carrying a sweet scent mixed with sandalwood, like the sweetest dream.
She entered the small, secluded space formed by Meng Shutai, where he was her breath, her field of vision, and everything else.
"Lonely? Where are you lonely? How are you lonely?"
Meng Shutai's eyes were calm and still, reflecting Le Jin's frequent attempts to dodge.
He lowered his head, his nose touching Le Jin's cheek, like a dog trying to turn her face back to his, eager to learn:
"This is Shutai's first time being a husband, and he has many questions that he cannot figure out. Please enlighten him, Ajin."
As if a series of earthquakes were occurring within her body, Le Jin lay quietly, yet felt as if she were about to collapse, enveloped by a sense of apocalyptic fear.
My heart was beating too fast, and I felt dizzy.
Le Jin couldn't give an answer. She bit her lower lip tightly to stop herself from crying, and when she looked up again, her eyes were red and watery.
Meng Shutai chuckled softly, his fingers hooking around Le Jin's little finger, gently stroking it as if to comfort her. However, the moment he opened his mouth—
"I don't want that jade, but the Meng family's future documents and accounts will only have a damaged stamp. How about Ah Jin cuts off her little finger for me as compensation?"
In an instant, Le Jin pulled her hands back and clasped them tightly to her chest. Her mouth trembled and she cried out with a soft sob. Large tears streamed down her face, burning her skin.
"No, no..."
Le Jin felt extremely wronged. She had only accidentally dropped a piece of his jade, yet he wanted one of her fingers!
She couldn't stop crying, but then she heard Meng Shutai's hearty laughter.
"I was just teasing you. Are you that afraid of me?"
Because you really can do it!
He leaned down, his chin resting on Le Jin's neck, and wrapped his arms around her, patting her gently as if coaxing a child.
"Since you're afraid of me, why are you deliberately trying to provoke me?"
He was genuinely angry… Seeing Song Chengzhi's innocent face and those words on Danjin Mountain made him even angrier than Feng Yu'en. He was so angry that he wanted to kill him on the spot, peel off his tattered human skin, and feed it to wild dogs.
But if you think about what you can do next, then enduring it won't be a big deal.
His heart was almost touching Le Jin's; as he held her, it felt as if he were embracing an immortal soul.
Le Jin cried so hard she could hardly breathe, and it took her quite a while to stammer out a single sentence.
"You've forgiven me?"
Meng Shutai smiled helplessly and wiped away Le Jin's tears with his finger. "What can I do if I don't forgive her? A Jin is so stingy, she won't even give me a little finger."
Le Jin sobbed, clenching her fingers even tighter, "Anything but this is fine."
"real?"
"I'm still alive," she added urgently.
Meng Shutai couldn't help but chuckle, gently flicking her rosy nose before placing his hands on Le Jin's sides.
"But Ah Jin has lied to me so many times, how can Shutai know if you are sincere..."
Meng Shutai spoke slowly and deliberately, but the belt around Le Jin's waist suddenly loosened, and her jade pendants jingled as they fell to the ground beneath the chaise longue.
"Ah!" Le Jin's mind went blank for a moment, and she was about to get up when Meng Shutai pressed her down again.
A jade-like finger touched her lips, and Meng Shutai said, "Relax. I promised you that if you didn't want us to stop being husband and wife, we wouldn't be."
His long eyelashes fluttered, his innocence as pure as snow in the mountains.
"Just let me touch you, to see if you're lying to me again."
With just a few words from him, her long dress was pushed up to her lower abdomen, and her two slender, shapely, white, soft legs trembled slightly on the couch like butterflies.
Where are you touching?!
Le Jin had no idea what Meng Shutai was going to do. She was so nervous that her toes curled up and her knees bent upwards uncontrollably.
She instinctively wanted to cover that soft spot, but Meng Shutai happened to be sitting far back, and when she moved, the delicate and soft valley was clearly revealed.
"Naturally, I'll touch the places that will make you behave."
Cool fingertips landed on the stream mouth, and Le Jin shrank back from the cold. That place also trembled, like the flesh of a clam turning back into its shell, tempting one to explore further.
Meng Shutai's Adam's apple bobbed, and the tingling pleasure from his dream that night was resurrected at his fingertips. He hadn't expected that just this touch would cause a burning, throbbing pain in his lower abdomen.
"Meng Shutai..."
The person on the bed called to him like a cat, and Meng Shutai was only just brought back to his senses from the burning desire within him.
"You're bullying me."
Le Jin was worried that this madman would really cut off her finger, so she clutched it to her chest and dared not move, only daring to cry and curse him.
Upon hearing this, Meng Shutai raised his long eyebrows, and his voice was already three-tenths hoarse when he spoke.
"This isn't bullying, this is—"
He stopped pretending and covered Le Jin's knee with his palm, pushing her to the side. The tender red clam was forcibly opened, shivering in the cold wind, pitifully shrinking and moving.
Meng Shutai grabbed Le Jin's other leg with such force that he pulled her towards him.
He rubbed the tiny, soft pearl between his thumbs, holding his breath and focusing on its pulsation beneath its layers.
Le Jin's sobs had changed, now tinged with suppressed gasps.
Meng Shutai was not satisfied with just rubbing it on the outside; he stretched out his finger, wanting to explore the intoxicating heat and moisture inside. However, to his surprise, it was not unobstructed inside either, barely accommodating one of his finger joints.
"Ah Jin," Meng Shutai coaxed her, "can I touch you again?"
Le Jin was startled and slapped his beautiful face.
"Stop touching me!"
A thin layer of sweat had already dampened her forehead, and the stimulation there caused Le Jin's waist and back to ache. She had no strength left, and the slap was soft and weak, like a child's coquettish gesture.
Meng Shutai's smile grew even brighter. He turned his head and kissed Le Jin's bent knee, his fingers continuing to grope...
This was the first time Le Jin had been teased like this. Before long, she fell into a deep sleep on the chaise longue, with tears still clinging to her eyelashes.
Meng Shutai summoned warm water and personally cleansed her. He paused as his fingers dipped into the water, glancing at Le Jin, whose thighs were still twitching slightly on the bed. He smiled and licked his fingers with his tongue.
There was no strong smell, but there was Le Jin's scent, a sweet fragrance. After carefully wiping her clean, Meng Shutai lifted Le Jin's legs and carried her to bed. After tucking her in, Meng Shutai poked her cheek again.
"I'll teach you to lie to me."
Looking out the window at the night scene, Meng Shutai put on his cloak, pushed open the door, and went out.
"The sound of chess pieces; prepare the horses."
"Huh? Where is my lord going so late at night?"
Meng Shutai stopped in his tracks, not answering the sound of chess, but instead ordered, "Go and bring me that painting of the chrysanthemum appreciation banquet."
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