Under the lights.
The pale yellow brick walls and black tiled roof of the four-story main building, though weathered and heavy with age, exude a profound sense of history, stimulating a desire to explore further.
The only description Ling Ruo could think of was these two sentences. Anything more was beyond her control.
"Follow me." The wolf turned around, looked at the silly woman, and frowned slightly. But the corners of his mouth turned up in a smile.
Ling Ruoke hurriedly followed, only to be surprised to find that the interior of the house was a mix of ancient and modern styles, clearly indicating that it had been renovated.
That's true. Places like so-and-so's former residence, no matter how beautiful they look from the outside, would make you feel uneasy living inside. Those things all exude an aura of decay.
Blooming lilies were placed on the table inside the room, their fragrance filling the room.
There weren't many servants in the room. The first person to appear was a middle-aged man in a black suit who bowed to Wild Wolf and called him "Master."
"Her name is Ling Ruoke. She'll be staying here permanently from now on, so please arrange a room for her. It can be right next to mine."
"It's all packed, Master."
"Hello, Miss Ling, I am Shang Que, the housekeeper here."
"Hello." Ling Ruoke's attention was focused on Wild Wolf's words, "I'll be staying here." Was she going to stay by his side for the rest of her life?
"Miss Ling, please come with me!"
Ling Ruoke looked at Wild Wolf, who rubbed his temples and waved his hand. "Go take a look at your room. If you don't like it, tell Shang Que, and he'll help you rearrange it."
Ling Ruoke had no choice but to follow him. Seeing how tired he looked, it was indeed not the right time to talk business.
Upon entering the room, Ling Ruoke had only one feeling—what a princess room!
The difference was that everything in the room wasn't pink, but purple. Thankfully, it was her favorite color. Especially the purple sheer curtains and the four-piece bedding set—they were absolutely gorgeous!
"Miss Ling, please feel free to point out any areas you are not satisfied with."
Ling Ruoke was startled by the voice; she had almost forgotten that someone was there. "Ah, no need, I like it very much! Thank you!" This wasn't her home after all, so there was no need to be demanding in every way.
"Miss Ling, you're too kind!"
Ling Ruoke felt very uncomfortable listening to him call her "Miss" so often. In City A, "Miss" usually refers to a prostitute. It's generally not used as a polite form of address unless you're a stranger. "Butler Shang, could you please call me Ruoke? Where I'm from, nobody likes being called 'Miss'."
"Oh, I'm so sorry, Miss Ruoke!"
Ling Ruoke was utterly speechless and immediately headed towards ancient times. Oh well, let it be. Once they get to know each other, they probably won't sound so awkward anymore.
Ling Ruoke glanced at it briefly and then went downstairs.
The wolf remained lounging lazily on the sofa, its long legs stretched out, its eyes closed, as if it were asleep.
Ling Ruoke tiptoed down the stairs. Over the past few days, she had learned that this person was easily startled awake.
“Even if you walk down barefoot, I can still hear you, okay?” He suddenly opened his eyes, turned to look at her, and uttered unpleasant words with his thin lips slightly parted.
Ling Ruoke pouted and stomped her feet on the floor. "Who told you to have cat ears? No wonder you can't sleep well!"
After saying that, Wild Wolf raised an eyebrow. "It's rare to see someone who does something wrong and still acts so self-righteous."
"There are plenty of people like you who distort the facts!"
The wolf chuckled at her sharp tongue.
Even more astonished was Shang Que. This was the first time his master had brought a woman home, and the first time he had ever seen anyone dare to be so presumptuous in front of him. Strangely, his master showed no displeasure whatsoever.
Ling Ruoke sat down on the sofa opposite Wild Wolf. Seeing him about to close his eyes again, she hurriedly called out, "Hey, are you still going to sleep?"
"Spit it out if you have something to say." Wild Wolf's eyes were slightly open, half-closed, as if he was about to close them.
Ling Ruoke pouted. "That's how barbarians are, they're not civilized at all."
"So, are you going to let go or not?" He pretended to close his eyes again.
"Alright, alright, I'll talk, okay?" This guy's temper is getting worse and worse. "How long am I supposed to stay here? I mean, our deal should have an end date, shouldn't it?"
The wolf slowly extended his right index finger and shook it. "No, it depends on my mood. When I want it to end, it will end naturally."
"This isn't fair!" If he wants to stay forever, does that mean she really has to stay forever? Then...then...
The wolf grinned, a wicked grin. "If you still believe those two words exist in the world, it only proves your naiveté. Perfect, I'll make you mature."
Ling Ruoke was speechless for a moment, and then began to argue.
"I'm not being naive, I'm having a beautiful heart!" Someone like you, with a heart full of darkness, would never understand!
The wolf said coolly, "You have already obtained the good things you desire. Be content with what you have."
This time, Ling Ruoke was completely speechless. She had already received so much! Qingfeng was still alive, they had met, and they had even spent a passionate night together! This far exceeded her original expectations.
Realizing this, Ling Ruoke's heart softened, and her words softened as well. "Then what am I supposed to do here? Just argue with you all day long?"
Even if she were willing, he probably wouldn't have the time! With such a large gang and so many businesses, he'd be incredibly busy.
The wolf grinned again, its eyes wide with a predatory grin, and raised its eyebrows as it asked, "So what do you want to do? Warm my bed, or bear my babies?"
"Can I take care of your child?" She's really good at it!
The wolf suddenly stood up, reached out and pulled her up, causing her to fall into his arms. He looked down, his smiling gaze locking onto her. "Okay. But you have to give me one first."
Ling Ruoke stared at him in astonishment.
Before she could answer, he released her and said, "It's decided then. Wash yourself up and wait for me in bed, okay?"
Before he finished speaking, he had already strode towards the door.
"Hey, you—" Do you think you're the emperor, expecting women to wash themselves clean and wait for him to favor you!
The man raised his right index finger and waved it, without even turning his head.
Ling Ruoke slumped her shoulders, pouted, and frowned deeply. She slumped back onto the sofa, her brow furrowed in worry.
What to do? She absolutely doesn't want to have that guy's child! But if he's serious, can she refuse? Don't forget, this is the deal she proposed; she has no right to refuse!
Ling Ruoke unconsciously tugged at her hair, her mind in turmoil.
She didn't want to have sex with the wolf, even though she had prepared herself initially, but he hadn't touched her. Now, to start over, she was extremely unwilling. However, he had already kept his promise and done what he was supposed to do. Could she break her promise?
No! How can a person who breaks their word face their own conscience?
She worried for a while, then the housekeeper came to call her for dinner. Strictly speaking, it was more like having a late-night snack.
The meal was plentiful and delicious, but Ling Ruoke didn't eat much. She usually stopped eating after nine o'clock at night. It was already past ten o'clock.
After eating, Ling Ruoke went for a stroll in the yard to help with digestion.
The house was large, but its yard was even larger, stretching as far as the eye could see. In the height of summer, the flowerbeds were bursting with blooming flowers, each vying for attention with its own unique beauty.
The countryside is quiet at night, and the sounds of frogs and insects in the fields make it even more serene.
The night breeze was cool, making this place feel less like the sweltering heat of a summer night and more like the cool comfort of autumn.
Ling Ruoke didn't go far, just circled the mansion. The mansion was very large, and it took her quite a while to walk around it. The streetlights were bright, so it wasn't as eerie and frightening as the Cang family mansion.
When Ling Ruoke turned to a corner of the mansion, she was surprised to find a small house along a path. It was a two-story building, nestled among the green trees.
She found it strange that there was such an inconspicuous little building next to such an antique house, which completely ruined the overall feel.
Ling Ruoke stood there for a long time without moving in that direction. It wasn't that she was afraid of seeing anything she shouldn't have, but she felt that she shouldn't pry into other people's private affairs.
After circling the house twice, Ling Ruoke was exhausted. She went back to her room, took a shower, and threw herself onto the bed.
Remembering what the wolf had said before leaving, she repeatedly checked that the door was locked before going to bed. She had been silently telling herself she couldn't fall asleep, but she soon drifted off to sleep.
In the dead of night, the countryside was completely silent.
It wasn't until almost 3 a.m. that the low sound of a motor could be heard outside the house.
Shang Que was already respectfully waiting outside the door. "Master."
Wild Wolf strode out, looked up at the dark room upstairs, and, while taking off his coat for Shang Que, asked casually, "Is she asleep?"
"Yes, I went to bed at 11:30."
Wild Wolf curled his lips into a slight smile, a hint of helplessness in his expression. "She's sleeping soundly, what a bold and foolish woman!"
Shang Que could hear a subtle hint of doting in his master's tone. He wanted to ask, but held back.
"Say what you want to say." Wild Wolf turned around and glanced at him.
"Yes, Master. Is this Miss Ruoke the future mistress?" He couldn't quite figure out his master's attitude. Judging from their interaction, it didn't seem so, but her room was meticulously furnished by the master…
Wild Wolf raised an eyebrow, his thin lips uttering two words: "Perhaps."
Shang Que understood immediately and didn't ask any more questions. He hurriedly ordered tea to be served and water to be prepared for his master's bath.
The wolf lay in the bathtub, eyes closed, enjoying the comfort of the warm water soaking his entire body. In his mind, the beautiful, serene smile of a certain fool appeared…
His usually indifferent expression shifted slightly as he looked up.
"**!" A low curse escaped from his thin lips. He turned and called out to the door, "Shang Que."
"Yes, Master."
"Bring Bai Lian over."
"Yes, Master." Shang Que accepted the order and left.
A short while later, they brought back a woman wearing a bathrobe. "Master, Bai Lian has arrived."
"Let her in. You step back!"
"Yes." Shang Que left and closed the door.
As soon as the door closed, the woman hastily pulled open her bathrobe, revealing her slender figure. Although not tall, she had a very attractive figure. Throwing off the bathrobe, she strode into the bathroom. "Master, let Bai Lian serve you!"
"Hmm." The wolf uttered only a single syllable, its eyes still closed.
The woman stepped into the bathtub and straddled him. Without needing any instructions, she went straight to the point. Her misty eyes gazed lovingly at the man beneath her. His body wasn't particularly muscular, but everything about him captivated her.
As always, Bai Lian tried everything she could to elicit even the slightest reaction from him. However, just as everything was about to end, he remained in the same posture and expressionless.
Finally, she stared intently at his thin lips. In the throes of passion, she moved her lips toward his. But before they could touch, a large hand slapped her face.
"Get out!" The hand covering her face was pushed forward forcefully, and she stumbled and fell into the bathtub.
"Master, Bai Lian—"
"Don't make me say it a third time, get out!" Thin lips uttered these merciless words.
With tears in her eyes, Bai Lian obediently stood up and left without bothering to clean herself up.
The wolf slowly opened its eyes, recalling the scene just now, and only one word came to mind—utterly boring!
After washing off the marks, I changed into a bathrobe and came out. "Shang Que, give me a glass of red wine."
A moment later, Shang Que brought in a glass of red wine. "Master, please rest early."
"Okay. You go to sleep too." The wolf waved him away. He himself went to the window and looked up at the pale moonlight. It was only the beginning of the month, and the crescent moon was dim and lifeless.
After a long while, he put down his wine glass, went to the wardrobe, and gently pushed it open, revealing a door.
The wolf passed through the door and entered the room he had meticulously decorated. She adored purple and had always longed for a princess room with purple as the main color. By the time he finished decorating it, she would never see it again.
The wolf stared at the small bulge behind the purple gauze curtain, his lips pressed tightly together. After a long while, he finally exhaled and slowly walked to the bedside.
She raised her hand, slowly lifted the gauze curtains, and slipped inside. Then, she slowly sat down on the edge of the bed, pressed the switch on the bedside table, and a dim orange light came on.
The temperature is low in the mountains at night, so the person in bed is curled up in the blankets and sleeping soundly. Like a child, they purse their lips, their little face flushed.
He used to be so busy, so busy that he barely had time for her. Every time he came home late at night, she was already asleep, but her sleep was restless. As soon as he entered the door, she would open her sleepy eyes and say, "You're back." Her voice was low and husky, as if she were coaxing him.
He would come over, kiss her, and touch her face, and she would quickly fall asleep again. The difference was that as soon as he returned home, she would sleep soundly.
The days of fighting and killing couldn't taint the clear spring in his heart. Until she was kidnapped.
More than a decade later, he still vividly remembers the resolute smile on her face as she rushed headlong into the line of fire. She lay in his arms, covered in blood, struggling to keep her eyes open as she stroked his face, weakly but firmly saying:
"In my next life... in my next life I will definitely be strong... strong enough to protect myself, and never again... never again to be a burden to you!"
Even in death, she never blamed him for not protecting her. Instead, she was always thinking that she needed to be strong and protect herself so as not to be a burden to him.
How lucky he was to have met her.
How utterly incompetent he was to lose her.
Now he is powerful enough, but she will never again wait for him to come home in the dead of night with a dim light on. He has gained everything, but lost his heart.
With his eyes closed, a single tear silently fell from the corner of the man's eye.
For over a decade, he dared not recall anything from that time. In the dead of night, he drank glass after glass, hoping to forget everything.
Since that day, for over five thousand days and nights, he hasn't had a good night's sleep. Each time, he was utterly exhausted before he could even hope for a little bit of sleep. If it weren't for his strong will, he might have committed suicide countless times over due to insomnia.
Just then, the person on the bed let out a low laugh, smacked their lips, and muttered, "So nice, hehe..."
Without asking, the wolf knew what she was dreaming about. He raised his hand and gently placed it on her face. Her skin was exquisite, smooth and delicate, like the finest silk. It felt almost exactly the same as he remembered. Neither of them liked makeup, nor were they particularly intelligent, but they possessed genuine and unwavering hearts.
A beautiful face can only dazzle your eyes for a moment, but a sincere heart can still move you through the years.
Don't ask...
The wolf slowly lowered himself, his burning lips landing on her brow.
The person beneath her knew nothing, even in sleep a faint smile. Her face was serene, like a gentle hand that could soothe the turmoil within.
The heart, which had just been soothed, began to lift its head again, albeit faintly.
The wolf's lips slowly moved downwards, tracing the bridge of her high, straight nose, little by little... Her full, red lips, right beneath her eyelids, silently exuded allure...
"Don't ask..." he murmured softly.
His gaze slowly traveled down her serene sleeping face, past her fair neck, her beautiful collarbone, her high breasts beneath her pajamas, and her flat, smooth abdomen, though not visible...
The wolf's hand slowly rose, finally landing on the first button of her pajamas. He paused, then slowly unbuttoned it. His fingertips gently traced a line down the fabric, and the blouse opened slightly, revealing the second button…
He knew perfectly well. This person wasn't Mo Wen. She was just so, so much like Mo Wen. Not particularly beautiful, but pleasing to the eye; a little clumsy, but sincere and persistent; not very brave, but not afraid of him; always exuding a calm aura that seemed to dispel any restlessness in one's heart... Everything about her was as if Mo Wen had returned to him.
Finally, he banished all thoughts from his mind and deftly unbuttoned his pajamas. The simple, conservative pajamas offered no allure. But the body beneath them was undeniably seductive.
He leaned down, his lips landing on her collarbone. He closed her eyes, and with a gentle tug, her clothes slipped off. Beneath his palm, her skin was burning hot and delicate, a wonderful sensation.
The wolf felt his reason crumble at that moment, leaving not a trace in his mind.
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