Chu Changning sensed that he was up to no good, so she took a step back without making it obvious.
Suddenly, he grabbed her waist and pulled her onto his lap.
"Chu Changning, no one in the entire Nine Provinces is bolder than you."
Chu Changning's back ached from being squeezed so tightly, so she tried to pry his hands off.
"What does my husband mean by this?"
Yan Beimo grabbed her chin, forcing her to raise her head and look directly at him.
"Not a good match? Would you like a bowl of abortion soup?"
His expression was neither sad nor happy, yet his calm demeanor sent chills down one's spine.
Chu Changning's heart skipped a beat.
Sure enough, someone told him everything she had said.
She was about to explain when he continued.
"Announce to the public that you died of illness, and leave Yandu forever with a letter of divorce?"
Chu Changning, "---"
She looked at him, and what she saw were his extremely cold eyes.
She couldn't help but shrink her neck.
Yan Beimo was indifferent, his prominent Adam's apple bobbing up and down.
"Since you want to die of illness so badly, shouldn't I grant your wish?"
Chu Changning was startled, lowered her eyelids, and her voice was somewhat choked with sobs.
“Your grandmother wanted to put me to death, and I was afraid, so I said this to protect myself.”
Yan Beimo looked at her like this and said coldly.
"You dared to point a knife at them, and you can drink?!"
"---"
She pretended to wipe away her tears and retorted defiantly.
"Your grandmother wanted to kill me and the child in my womb. Why didn't you dare to say anything, but instead took your anger out on me?"
"Don't try to be unreasonable with me. Haven't I told you what will happen if you dare to have any more improper thoughts?"
His brows and eyes were cold and stern, and his expression grew increasingly somber.
Are you still thinking of running away?
Her waist was suddenly tightened, his strength so great it seemed he wanted to knead her into his very bones.
Chu Changning cried out softly in pain and punched him.
"pain."
Yan Beimo loosened his grip slightly and scolded, "It hurts so much, you heartless thing."
Chu Changning bit her lip, glaring at him with red eyes.
Sunlight streamed in through the carved window sill, illuminating the two intertwined bodies.
She turned her head away, refusing to look at him.
Yan Beimo was slightly annoyed, grabbed her arm, and pretended to brush her off.
Chu Changning shuddered, instinctively hooking her arm around his neck, and said angrily.
"Can you please stop accusing me? There are so many guards in the main house, and I'm pregnant. I was afraid they would get violent, so I spoke without thinking to ask your grandmother to let me go."
Yan Beimo knew her words were untrustworthy, but thinking of the methods those people in the mansion used, his cold eyes looked out the window, a sight that was frightening.
Chu Changning noticed his change and immediately fanned the flames.
Yan Beimo lowered his eyelids to look at her.
"Eloquent and persuasive."
"Anyway, I dare not go to the main house, lest I die a confused death."
She snuggled against him, feigning grievance.
Yan Beimo looked at her; her nose was red, a few glistening tears clung to the corners of her eyes, and her lips were moist as if stained with crimson rouge.
He said, "Even if everyone else dies, you won't die."
"Um?"
She looked up at him suspiciously.
Have you ever heard the saying, "A scourge can live for a thousand years"?
Chu Changning, "---"
Neuropathy.
She mentally scoffed at him, but seeing his ill-intentioned look, she was afraid he was up to some bad idea to mess with her, so she changed the subject.
"I'm so hungry."
I'm really hungry after not eating for so long.
She hesitated, then saw the snacks on the table and wanted to eat them.
Yan Beimo held her tightly, refusing to let go.
Chu Changning secretly rolled her eyes at him and said softly, "The child is hungry."
"Hungry."
"---"
Yan Beimo said, "If you starve to death, I can just announce your death from illness, saving me the trouble of doing it myself."
Chu Changning cursed him in his heart, calling him a scoundrel.
She pretended to have a stomachache and said weakly, "Then I'll go back and sleep for a while, my stomach hurts a little."
"It hurts."
A stubborn madman who won't listen to reason or force.
Chu Changning was annoyed, but her delicate appearance was captivating as she looked at him with her alluring willow-leaf eyes.
He looked down at her without saying a word.
She leaned forward and kissed him on the lips.
"Don't be angry, I won't say anything carelessly again."
Yan Beimo reacted as she rubbed against him.
He turned his eyes away, refusing to look at her.
Chu Changning disliked him for being difficult to coax, but thinking about Chao Dong's matter, she knew she had to seduce him to lower his guard.
"My husband."
She deliberately lowered her voice, making it sound soft and seductive.
"Don't be angry."
She hooked her arm around him and swayed back and forth.
Yan Beimo's expression softened a bit after being shaken by her, and he looked at her.
Chu Changning, ever the tactful one, kissed his cheek.
Just as she was about to back away, he grabbed the back of her neck and silenced her with a kiss, while tearing at her clothes and caressing the soft curves of her body.
Their bodies pressed tightly together, entwined in each other.
His hands, calloused from years of fighting, were rough and calloused, making her tremble slightly when she touched them.
The faint scent of cold snow lingered around her nose as she took his hand.
"no."
Yan Beimo didn't speak, but took her soft hand and untied her sash.
Color embryo.
Chu Changning cursed inwardly, then nestled softly in his arms.
With such strong desires, I curse him to be ruined.
As night falls, the crescent moon hangs like a hook. The night in Yandu is bustling and lively, with the entire long street brightly lit.
Inside the restaurant.
Xie Xuan, dressed in a red robe, sat by the window on the second floor, swirling a glass of wine in his hand.
He quietly watched the scenery on the long street below. Before long, a simple and unadorned carriage slowly drove into the dark alley.
"They're here."
Who's here?
Hearing his murmur, Cui Linyuan casually asked a question.
Xie Xuan laughed and said, "Prey."
Upon hearing this, Cui Linyuan glanced sideways and looked downstairs a few times. He saw a sickly-looking woman getting off the carriage and couldn't help but scoff.
"You're crazy."
Xie Xuan raised an eyebrow. "You drink it yourself. I'm going out for a bit."
"If Wang San finds out, he'll beat you to death."
Xie Xuan, holding a folding fan, laughed and said, "He won't kill me. He should thank me for saving his sister from dire straits."
After saying that, he lazily fanned himself and went out.
In the alley behind the restaurant, Wang Wan, who had just gotten off the carriage, pushed open the back door and came in, her handkerchief covering her face.
She was chronically ill and frail, and was always attended to by maids.
This was the first time she had come out alone.
Although she and Xie Er were already engaged, they were still a single man and woman, and it wasn't appropriate for others to see them.
She didn't know why he had asked her to come here, but had he changed his mind and wanted to call off the engagement?
She hesitated, then walked inside.
The moonlight was bright and clear, and the entire backyard was quiet except for the lights on in the elegant room not far away.
Wang Wan walked straight to the elegant room.
She couldn't stand the cold, and after walking for a short while, she started coughing violently while leaning against a red pillar in the corridor.
The blood on the handkerchief was bright red and glaring; she pinched the handkerchief and put it away.
When she got to the door, she knocked.
"Come in."
Wang Wan listened to the voice with slight suspicion.
She paused for a moment before pushing the door open and entering.
Upon opening the door and seeing Xie Xuan sitting at the round table, his expression instantly changed.
"Xie San?"
Xie Xuan looked up, saw her, and smiled, "A-Wan."
Wang Wan didn't want to be alone with a grown man, so she said she had the wrong person and turned to leave.
A barely perceptible glint of coldness flashed in Xie Xuan's eyes.
He stood up and supported her weak body.
Wang Wan didn't know why he had tricked her into coming here. Now that he was holding her hand, she couldn't help but turn cold and remind him, "Xie San, I am your betrothed sister-in-law."
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