Chapter 85 A Long-Awaited Kiss.
How could this be? Wasn't she resting?
Why did I wake up in a carriage, and this person... "You..."
The horseman said in a serious tone, "Young Miss, please calm down. The Prefect's residence is no longer safe. I am here on the orders of the Eldest Young Master to move you to a safe place tonight."
It's not safe? How come she didn't know the Prefect's residence was unsafe? Could it be that Wen Qiyan has led people to besiege the Prefect's residence? Relocate?
"Where did you ask my brother to take me?" He wouldn't be taking her back to the capital, would he?
Although she missed the capital and her parents, her belly was so big and she was due to give birth in just over a month. How could she endure the hardship of traveling?
Moreover, if they were to return to the capital, it would inevitably take time to travel there.
Considering the time needed for travel, is she really going to give birth when she arrives in the capital? The Lin family is eyeing her covetously in the capital; isn't this like a wolf walking into a tiger's den?
“I’m not going to the capital!” Ji Wanyuan immediately declared.
"If you take me to the capital, I'd rather die on the way!" Ji Wanyuan shouted sharply, trying to attract the attention of those around her.
Unfortunately, the night was dark, and she couldn't tell which way to go. There was no one around along the way; it was probably just ghosts. Clearly, they had already left Youzhou and gone out of the city.
Where is Wen Qiyan? Didn't he say he would secretly send people to protect her? Why has he disappeared?
This useless man, waaaaaah...
All he does is make her live in fear, she hates him! Where is he when she needs him? He even said he would protect her forever and never let her suffer the slightest harm.
Liar! All she knew was that she was terrified, and he wasn't there!
Ji Wanyuan was truly on the verge of tears. Now that the person was gone, she couldn't blame anyone. She pulled her cloak tighter to protect her swollen belly.
Looking down, she saw that the carriage was moving too fast. Even though she wasn't pregnant, she couldn't muster the courage to jump out. Her legs felt weak and she clung to the carriage frame, afraid of falling.
If someone jumps at that speed, even if they don't die, they'll probably lose an arm or a leg and be badly injured. Could they be disfigured?
She was indeed anxious, but not to the point of desperation. Ji Wanyuan shrank back further, swallowed hard, and then began to use threats and inducements against the horse-driving attendants.
"If Father finds out that my brother has treated me this way, he will definitely not let him off! He will surely kick him out of the Ji family and make him a ragged beggar on the streets!"
"And you! As your brother's lackey, your fate will only be worse than his! I order you to stop immediately! Send me back! Do you hear me? Stop!"
She said a few harsh words but found they had no effect; the other party ignored her and continued to urge the horse on.
That's outrageous! They completely disregard her.
Seeing that this tactic was ineffective, she thought for a moment, then changed her tone, pleading with the horse-driving attendant in a tearful, whimpering voice.
"Brother servant, please let me go, sob sob..."
Her tears came easily. Upon hearing this, she paused in her action of telling the horseman to tighten his grip on the reins, and glanced at the dramatic young woman beside her.
Ji Wanyuan was crying so passionately that she didn't notice these details.
She was still trying to persuade him, "Someone as capable as you shouldn't be as corrupt as my brother. Turn back before it's too late."
"Don't worry, as long as you help me, when my father finds out everything, I will put in a good word for you. I'll ask him to get you an official position in the court so you can enjoy a life of luxury with your beautiful servants. Isn't that better than following my brother through thick and thin? Look at you, it's so late, and you still have to ride the horse in the cold wind. You're suffering so much."
Even if she pleaded until her lips were sore and cried her eyes out, the person in front of her was Ji Lingyue's trusted confidant of many years, loyal and devoted, and clearly unmoved.
Ji Wanyuan had cried enough and was exhausted. She glared resentfully at the man driving the horse in front of her, "Are you really not going to accept any punishment, no matter what?"
Before she could finish speaking, the carriage rounded a corner, and she lost control and swayed to the side. The man beside her loosened his grip and, quick as a flash, reached out to steady her wrist.
Ji Wanyuan was still in shock when she regained her balance and, panting, brushed the man's wrist away. "Get away! You dare touch me? I'll tell my brother you've been disrespectful to me, and he'll skin you alive!"
The person holding the horse's reins, "..."
The person in front of me cried for a while, then realized that no approach was working, and turned back into a fierce and scathing little chili pepper.
"Hmph!" Ji Wanyuan angrily lowered the carriage curtain and shrank back inside.
So engrossed in her anger, she failed to notice the slight curve of the horse driver's thin lips as he turned away.
Ji Wanyuan sat back in the carriage, wiped her tear-stained face with a handkerchief, picked up the soft cushion next to her, and used the goose down cushion as a way for Wen Qiyan and Ji Lingyue to vent their anger.
Perhaps sensing her bad mood, the baby in her belly moved as if trying to help her kick the cushion.
Unfortunately, he wasn't born yet. His movements kicked her stomach, making her feel a little uncomfortable. Ji Wanyuan quickly calmed herself down and dared not move again.
She stroked her belly, sniffed her red nose, and kept reassuring herself that she might as well make the best of it and see where this person was going to take her.
During this time, Ji Wanyuan lifted the curtain several times to look outside, but all she could see was the pitch-black night, so how could she possibly catch a glimpse of anyone or anything?
She felt like crying again.
But she also knew that her parents were not by her side at the moment, and she was about to become a mother herself, so she could not be so weak.
Since men can't be relied on, she will rely on herself.
After calming down for a few moments, she composed herself, lifted the curtain, and looked at the man driving the horse again.
She wasn't sure if it was just her imagination, but she felt that the man's broad back resembled that of some despicable man.
Could it be him?
Will he, like last time, disguise himself as He Xun to visit her?
"Wen Qiyan?" Ji Wanyuan called out deliberately.
The attendant driving the horse didn't react at all. She stared at his back and noticed that upon closer inspection, he was different; this attendant was more robust.
Even so, Ji Wanyuan still refused to give up.
She carefully moved outwards, tilting her head to examine the man's profile.
I want to see if there's any possibility of disguise?
After all, that scoundrel can disguise himself, so he could very well catch us off guard.
But it was too dark, and with the faint candlelight, she couldn't see any flaws at all.
Although the attendant in front of me was quite handsome, he couldn't compare to the good looks of that scoundrel Wen Qiyan.
He is not himself.
The other person noticed her gaze and turned slightly to look at her. "What are your orders, Miss?" he asked, still in a very formal tone.
This person has been following Ji Lingyue for a long time, and she often sees him. Since he is her brother's confidant, Wen Qiyan would not have infiltrated to such an extent. Moreover, his voice is rough, which is nothing like Wen Qiyan.
That scoundrel spoke in a deep, magnetic voice that always managed to pierce her ears.
Ji Wanyuan's suspicions lessened considerably, and she remained silent for a moment.
After a long silence, she finally asked, "Where is Xi'er?"
"Brother, you've always had her serve me, so why did you only send you to escort me to a new location this time?"
"One subordinate is enough." The man spoke sparsely, as if afraid she would probe for information.
Ji Wanyuan, speechless, was speechless.
"You...you're a man, how can you serve me properly?"
She looked at the other person's profile, her eyes slightly narrowed, and her curled eyelashes moved accordingly, making her look like a little fox.
"Don't worry, Miss. Once you arrive at your accommodation, someone will be there to take care of you."
So that's how it is.
But Ji Wanyuan was still not satisfied. "You still haven't answered me. Where did Xi'er go?"
She didn't want to ask about Xi'er. The horse driver knew this very well. After a moment of silence, he replied, "The young master was afraid that someone would rob the carriage, so he split up into two groups to escort the young lady away."
Split into two groups?
Does that mean Xi'er is taking "her" on the public path?
Apart from that, he only sent one trusted confidant to escort her away.
Is she afraid of Wen Qiyan?
"Is my brother trying to lure the snake out of its hole, or is he really going to escort me away?"
He had been searching for Wen Qiyan for days, but there had been no progress. Wen Qiyan had come to see her disguised as He Xun without his brother knowing.
So her brother still wanted to use her to force out Wen Qiyan's whereabouts?
They split into two groups, with the other group making a big show of it?
It has to be said, this method is quite good, but... will it really work? With his brother using such tricks, will Wen Qiyan be able to see through them?
Ji Wanyuan was preoccupied and didn't know what to ask.
The attendant then said, "It's quite cold outside, Miss, you should return to the carriage."
Ji Wanyuan asked him several more questions, such as whether Ji Lingyue was still in Youzhou and the whereabouts of He Xun, but he was unwilling to answer any of them.
Ji Wanyuan had no choice but to return to the carriage.
After the commotion, she hugged the brocade quilt and fell asleep inside the swaying carriage.
When Ji Wanyuan woke up again, she found that it was already bright daylight. There were toiletries and a food box on the table.
Did it stop halfway through? How come she didn't feel anything at all?
Ji Wanyuan was somewhat stunned.
Lifting the curtain to look outside, the attendant was still driving the horse. The surroundings were clearly visible; it wasn't an official road, but a small path.
What exactly is this place?
When asked, the man couldn't speak, and Ji Wanyuan couldn't figure out what was going on, so she simply went back to the carriage to wash up and opened the food box to eat some rice porridge and pastries.
After she finished eating, the carriage stopped, and the neighing of horses could be heard all around.
Before she could spit out the mouthwash, she heard someone call out, "Sir."
grown ups?
Wait, why does that voice sound so familiar? It sounds like Qinghe, who's always by Wen Qiyan's side.
No way?
Did Wen Qiyan come to save her?!
Thinking of this, Ji Wanyuan was overjoyed. She hurriedly spat out the tea, and before she could even wipe her mouth with a handkerchief, she went to lift the carriage curtain.
Unexpectedly, a slender hand lifted the carriage curtain first.
"Aren't you coming down?"
Ji Wanyuan stared blankly at the man in front of her, her heart pounding faster than usual.
It was clearly the same horse driver, but his aura was inexplicably imposing, and the look in his eyes was so deep and unfathomable.
It's like...
Ji Wanyuan didn't dare to confirm it, after all, they had made a scene last night, and he still hadn't admitted his identity.
How could it possibly be Wen Qiyan?
But why is he looking at her like that? Only Wen Qiyan would look at her with such eyes.
"My dear Miss Ji, what are you daydreaming about?" The man leaned over, wrapped his arm around her waist, and pulled her closer.
Feeling the man's touch, Ji Wanyuan finally came to her senses. "Who...who are you?!"
She pushed his hand away and shrank back into the carriage.
Just as she was staring blankly at the man in front of her, he withdrew his hand, tore off the human skin mask from his face, revealing a handsome and radiant face.
Upon recognizing the person in front of her, Ji Wanyuan's pupils dilated rapidly, "..."
It really is...?
He reached out and pinched her cheek. She had been crying and making a fuss yesterday, and her eyes and cheeks were red. Now she was staring at him blankly, looking both charming and cute.
"discipline--"
Before she could finish speaking, she slapped his hand away again with great force, turning the back of his hand red.
Wen Qiyan watched her sniffle and burst into tears in an instant, "Get out of here! Who wants you!"
"I want to go back!"
As she spoke, she actually walked past him, pushed him aside, and was about to get off the carriage.
Being pregnant makes her movements clumsy and inconvenient, but her resistance is very strong.
Wen Qiyan snapped out of his daze, grabbed her wrist, and pulled her into his arms.
"I'm sorry, Yuan'er, I'm late."
He held her, restraining her struggling movements, and lowered his head to kiss the tips of her hair and her ear.
Ji Wanyuan's emotions went through several ups and downs throughout the night. At this moment, she couldn't take it anymore. She broke down and cried out, telling Wen Qiyan to get lost, saying she hated him, and broke free from his grasp, clenching her fists and hitting his chest.
Wen Qiyan let her hit him, and even relaxed his chest muscles to make it easier for her to strike, while coaxing her with words.
Those subordinates who witnessed this scene lowered their heads, pretending to be deaf and dumb, and none of them dared to look or say anything more.
Ji Wanyuan had hit him enough, cried enough, sniffed, leaned against his chest, tilted her wet cheeks up, and called him a bastard in a coquettish, sticky voice.
The man looked down at her and reached out to wipe away her tears. "Yes, Yuan'er is right. I'm a bastard. It's all my fault. You can hit me or scold me, but I won't fight back, okay?"
Ji Wanyuan sniffed, and it took her a long time to notice the person next to her. She had just been crying so loudly that it was a bit...unseemly.
She quickly regained her balance and pushed him away.
"Who needs your hypocrisy!" She turned her face away, secretly glancing around.
Wen Qiyan noticed her little gesture, smiled, and reached out to rub her head.
As soon as they touched, she resisted, pushed his hand away, and glared at him.
Ji Wanyuan was indeed still angry, so she didn't want Wen Qiyan to touch her.
To everyone's surprise, he didn't back down this time. He actually picked her up and lifted her up in his arms. Ji Wanyuan cried out, suddenly finding herself taller than him. Her hands gripped the man's shoulders. "What... what are you doing?!"
"Put me down." She plopped her feet down.
Wen Qiyan told her not to move, "I'm injured. If I lose strength and throw you off, that wouldn't be good."
Upon hearing that he was injured, Ji Wanyuan was still angry, but she stopped moving.
She instinctively wanted to ask him what was wrong?
But just as she opened her mouth to speak, she felt that this would be tantamount to admitting defeat and making up with him. Thinking of this, she remained silent and simply looked at him.
Wen Qiyan carried her into the courtyard, leaving Qinghe to clean up the mess.
He led her into the inner room, and as they walked, he told her that she would be staying there until she gave birth, and asked her to see if there was anything she needed to buy, and whether she liked it.
Ji Wanyuan casually looked around and discovered that the layout of the inner room of this courtyard was exactly the same as that of her boudoir in the capital.
Seeing that she was looking her over, the man shifted his attention and a slight smile appeared on his lips.
He sat down on the bed, still holding her in his arms.
Ji Wanyuan struggled, "Let me go."
"It's been so long, I've missed you so much. Let me hug you."
He leaned down and buried his handsome face in the side of her neck, his high, straight nose rubbing against her.
Ji Wanyuan felt a little itchy. She turned her head to the side, wanting to say not to touch her, but because of what the man had just said, she couldn't bring herself to speak.
Even though she couldn't speak, her lips were still pouting in dissatisfaction, and her expression was unyielding, clearly conveying that she was still angry! Don't provoke her.
The man nuzzled her neck for a while, then looked up at her puffed-up profile.
"So angry."
She brushed his hand away, saying, "I'm not angry."
"You still say you're not angry." He pinched her chin and turned her face towards him.
Their eyes met, and a tender moment gradually blossomed between them in silence.
Ji Wanyuan tried to push his hand away again, but this time, Wen Qiyan moved much faster. He lowered his head and covered her lips with his, kissing her.
The man's kiss was as forceful as ever, and Ji Wanyuan couldn't break free at all. She was forced to endure the man's kiss. After only a short while on her lips, he pried them open and went straight in.
Ji Wanyuan hadn't kissed anyone in a long time, and she couldn't take it. Her head involuntarily tilted back, as if she was about to fall, and she quickly grabbed the man's clothes.
A smile flickered in Wen Qiyan's eyes. He cupped the back of her head and then kissed her.
The two had barely sat down when the sounds of kissing filled the quiet morning air.
Ji Wanyuan initially resisted, but quickly lost herself in the man's advances. He entwined her soft tongue, bringing it in and out, kissing her lightly and heavily, and she was almost unable to take it anymore.
Her eyes, which had already been filled with tears, were now even more moist and brimming with tears, and her eyelashes were trembling uncontrollably.
In this kissing encounter, Ji Wanyuan was the first to give in. As Wen Qiyan withdrew, she blinked, and tears streamed down her pink cheeks.
The tangled threads between them hadn't been completely severed yet. She bit her lip, raised her hand, and slapped him across the face.
Caught off guard by the sudden wave of her hand, Wen Qiyan had no time to dodge, and his handsome face was directly turned to the side by her.
Before the person who was hit could say anything, the person who hit him threw himself into his arms, wrapped his arms around his neck, and started sobbing.
She was still cursing him, calling him shameless. After she finished cursing, she buried her head in his shoulder and sobbed.
Tears streamed down her face, soaking his shoulder. The man with the handprint on his face sighed, stroked her head, turned to kiss her hair and ear, and whispered his apology to coax her.
Ji Wanyuan cried for a long time before finally stopping.
Seeing that she was obviously tired, Wen Qiyan didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He picked her up and went to the dressing table, wrung out a handkerchief, and wiped her face.
With the warm towel applied to her face, Ji Wanyuan finally felt comfortable. She felt a little uncomfortable feeling Wen Qiyan's care after a long time.
Two slender, fair hands rested obediently on her knees, her little face tilted up, letting him wipe her.
Wen Qiyan not only wiped her face, but also carried her to the bathhouse to wash her body, cleanse her of the dust and grime, and change her into a beautiful dress.
Ji Wanyuan was initially a little awkward and worried, but seeing that the man's handsome face, with the handprint on it, showed no sign of being moved and was focused on cleaning her, she swallowed her words.
Wen Qiyan laid her on the bed and rubbed her head. "Wait for me here, okay?"
Ji Wanyuan didn't want to talk, but he didn't mind. He just pinched her cheek, and Ji Wanyuan avoided his touch as before.
But as he got up to take a shower, she secretly glanced at his back out of the corner of her eye, "..."
Listening to the sounds coming from inside the bathroom, Ji Wanyuan looked around the room. It was exactly the same as her boudoir in the capital. The expensive decorations were almost identical. Where did he get all these things?
Before she could get a good look around, Wen Qiyan came out of the bathroom.
She quickly averted her gaze, subconsciously sat up straight, and adopted a resistant posture.
The man, who had taken in all her little actions, wore a faint smile.
As he finished drying his hair and sat down, Ji Wanyuan started moving to the side again.
Unexpectedly, one sentence from him stopped her from resisting: "Aren't you going to apply moisturizing lotion?"
When Ji Wanyuan saw the incense jar in the man's hand, she originally wanted to say that she had come by herself, but she was currently pregnant and it was not convenient for her. There were no maids here, and she could not rely on anyone, so she could only sit there sulking.
Wen Qiyan simply tied her hair up and applied some moisturizing lotion to her back.
The man's warm fingertips circled around her back, the pressure just right and comfortable, and Ji Wanyuan couldn't help but purse her lips.
She looked up and saw the dressing table opposite her. Through the bronze mirror, Ji Wanyuan caught a glimpse of the man's serious expression.
After a while, the handprint on his cheek became more and more obvious, hanging on his face, which was somewhat frightening, but he seemed not to care, and was still diligently wiping her back.
In a short while, it was all wiped clean. Ji Wanyuan stared at him, somewhat mesmerized. She thought that Wen Qiyan wouldn't notice anything through the bronze mirror, but who knew that he would also look at the bronze mirror.
Their gazes met in the bronze mirror. Caught red-handed, Ji Wanyuan immediately looked away.
She turned around for a while, then turned back and found him still looking at her, with a half-smile on his face, as if he had expected it.
Ji Wanyuan, “…”
She was about to ask him what he was looking at when he cut her off with a single sentence: "If Yuan'er wants to see, she can do so openly and honestly. Why be so sneaky?"
Who's looking at you?
No, "Who was secretly watching you?"
"Yes, you didn't see it, it's a kitten looking at me."
He said she was a cat, and although kittens are cute, she was a person!
Ji Wanyuan turned around and glared at him resentfully.
"Still angry?" The man leaned down, his forehead touching hers, his nose almost touching hers.
Ji Wanyuan felt his breath and thought of the kiss just now, and her mouth went dry.
"Who's angry with you?"
He pinched the tip of her nose, using reverse psychology to coax her into speaking, "I never knew you had such a short temper?"
"Aren't you the one who's short-tempered?"
"Yes." The man admitted his mistake quickly. "It's all my fault, I've never denied it."
"I hope you will forgive me." She didn't expect that Wen Qiyan would actually go along with her tantrum.
Just now... he was still calling her by her maiden name, responding to her, and letting her make a fuss.
Why didn't he argue with her?
Ji Wanyuan was still wondering what was going on. Could it be that the scoundrel in front of her felt too guilty? Did he also know that he was late?
Just as she was pondering, the man took her hand.
"If you're feeling upset or unhappy, don't bottle it up. How about slapping me again as punishment? What do you think, Yuan'er?"
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Author's Note: Here it is! This chapter will still randomly drop lucky red envelopes [sprinkling flowers].
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