Chapter 137 Caught in the Act of Passion
The two walked around the carved screen and onto the paved bluestone path to a side room in Fushou Garden.
After closing the door, only the two of them remained. Ji Shu took two steps forward and walked up to him, only to see the buttons on Pei Yanzhi's collar slowly being undone.
Then he removed the plain-colored wristbands from his wrists and placed them neatly on the table.
Ji Shu had never served anyone before, and the belt buckle was already complicated. After several attempts, she still couldn't figure it out, which caused fine beads of sweat to appear on her forehead.
She raised her hand to wipe it, secretly annoyed: she didn't know what was wrong with this person, insisting that she serve him. She had never seen him insist on having Wu Yang or a maidservant by his side before.
However, once she left that suffocating place, her tense nerves finally relaxed a bit.
Pei Yanzhi watched as she leaned closer to his peach-petal-like face, so close that he could see the fine downy hairs on her face clearly, her warm breath brushing against his neck.
It brought a faint, ticklish sensation, and his Adam's apple bobbed involuntarily.
His gaze involuntarily drifted downwards, noticing that she was wearing a smoky blue floral bodice today, revealing a small section of her jade-like skin and a vague outline.
His eyes darkened, and he reached out his large hand to pull her into his embrace.
Ji Shu gasped in surprise at his sudden movement.
"I noticed you seemed distracted at the banquet today. Was it because of Xingjian?"
Ji Shu looked up and met his undisguised lust and scrutiny. She sneered, pushed him away, and sat down on the stool.
"I was distracted? Does the Marquis think that I can act as if nothing happened and chat and laugh with him after he returns to his residence?"
Unwilling to stay in the same room with him any longer, she got up and wanted to leave, saying as she walked, "Since Your Excellency finds my service inadequate, I will call Chunzhi in to help you change your clothes."
Having said that, he was already almost at the door.
Pei Yan stepped forward and pulled her back, his voice softening as he said, "If you go out looking like this, do you want everyone to know that the two of us were arguing inside?"
Ji Shu turned her face away and said defiantly, "So what? We'll just be laughed at anyway, so what's one more time?"
Pei Yanzhi sighed, then suddenly bent down and slipped under her legs, lifting her steadily and placing her on a narrow couch to the side.
He had already removed his outer robe, leaving only his inner garment. He spread his arms wide, trapping her in his embrace, and leaned closer.
His gaze was fixed intently on her rosy lips, his voice low and husky: "I once said that your lips are best suited for other things."
After saying that, he ignored her sobs and bit her hard, as if to punish her.
He gently pushed her onto the small couch behind him, and she fell onto the narrow couch. Pei Yanzhi kissed her small mouth.
Her breathing quickened, and her fingertips unconsciously clenched his slightly loose collar, the coolness of the chaise lounge seeping into her skin through the thin fabric.
The faint humming further drove him mad, and his blood instantly boiled.
Ji Shu trembled all over, pressing against his chest, and said urgently, "No, you're crazy, this belongs to the old lady..."
Pei Yanzhi chuckled softly in her ear, "Then Madam, please keep your voice down so that no one can hear you."
After saying that, he supported her head to prevent her from falling, placed soft pillows under her knees, and let her dress spread out like flower petals.
Despite the spacious room, Ji Shu felt short of breath. As she stumbled, a jade hairpin slipped from her hair, and her dark hair, which had been tied up in a bun, came loose, scattering like clouds and crows on her shoulders.
Pei Yanzhi pulled her hand from behind and pressed it tightly against the chaise longue. Ji Shu could hardly bear the pleasure and instantly went limp and let him have his way.
While the two were lost in passion inside the house, Pei Xingjian stood stiffly under the eaves, his body tense like a lifeless stone statue.
From his perspective, all he could see was a huge screen blocking his view.
The cranes embroidered on the screen soared into the sky; the embroidery was exquisite, yet it could not conceal the figures within.
The extremely low voices coming from inside, as if deliberately suppressed, only added to the alluring and unsettling atmosphere.
Peeking through the folds of the screen, magnolia blossoms and embroidered shoes are adorned with enormous pearls. The pearls gleam with an ambiguous light in the dim light, dazzling the eyes.
Pei Xingjian clenched his fists tightly, the veins on the back of his hands bulging out, making it hard to breathe.
He was sitting at the table when, after some time, Madam Song suddenly spoke up: “Hey, why does it take you so long to change your clothes, elder brother and sister-in-law? We’ve already had three rounds of tea.”
Pei Song didn't think much of it and casually said, "Wenxin Pavilion is quite a distance from Mother's courtyard. Perhaps she is still waiting for the clothes to be delivered."
Madam Pei gave Granny Chang a wink, intending to send her over to check on things so that the tea might not be too hot and cause injury.
Granny Chang went to carry out the order, just at that moment.
Madam Song then said, "Xingjian, you are the eldest brother's son. It is inconvenient for us to go, so it is most appropriate for you to go and see if the eldest brother and the others have arrived yet."
Pei Xingjian glanced at his second aunt, but ultimately said nothing. He then addressed Madam Pei, "Grandmother, I'll be right back."
Madam Pei nodded and said, "Alright, if your father is injured, then have Shutong fetch the medicine."
"yes."
When he walked into the side courtyard with a restless mind, the entire courtyard was quiet and there was no sign of any servants. Pei Xingjian took a few steps inside.
I could vaguely hear a sound like a cat suppressing its voice; it was Shu'er's voice.
When he walked to the window and looked through the crack, he realized what it was and froze on the spot as if struck by lightning.
Every sound was like a sharp knife, piercing his heart, a sound he would likely never forget.
This absurd reaction was even more unacceptable to him. He dared not listen to another word or look at another glance, and left as if fleeing with unsteady steps.
After he left, it took a long time for the clouds to clear and the rain to stop inside the house.
After the initial pleasure subsided, Pei Yanzhi pulled the limp woman into his arms.
His gaze was fixed precisely on the window, where no one was to be seen. Pei Yanzhi pressed his forehead against hers, a sneer rising in his heart.
He thought his son was capable of much, but he had only overheard a few words.
That's unbearable.
Pei Yanzhi looked down at her lips, their color as vibrant as the juice of balsam flowers in early spring.
Thinking about the scene just now, my mouth went dry, and I wondered how I could coax her like that again next time.
Ji Shu held onto the edge of the chaise lounge, feeling uncomfortable all over her body.
She couldn't help but glare fiercely at the culprit in front of her.
The man seemed oblivious to her gaze. After changing his clothes again, he stepped forward and touched her cheek.
Seeing her displeasure, he coaxed her in a low voice, "Thank you for your hard work, Madam!"
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