Chapter 41 Chapter 41 I want her to look at him, even if...
The woman was eating cakes in the pavilion. Her movements were graceful and her manners were elegant, as if she had received a good education in etiquette and had no rustic air. Her temperament was completely different from the Tian family members in Shuyun's impression.
Shuyun stared at the figure in the pavilion, but the Tian family said: her biological mother drowned.
As if possessed by a ghost, she walked towards the window when something grabbed her feet. Shu Yun suddenly realized that Xiao Ye had shackled her ankles, and the iron chain under her feet was pulling her, limiting her range of movement.
What if her biological mother was not dead, but just disappeared on a rainy night a few months ago, and even the Tian family knew about her whereabouts?
The death news is false.
Shuyun's mind was a mess, like a tangled ball of threads, with no beginning or end. She didn't know who to trust.
The woman was taken out of the yard by the maid. Shuyun stood there for a long time. The cool wind blew, and her nose felt itchy. She couldn't help but sneeze.
Biluo heard the sneeze and fetched a cloak, draping it over Shuyun's shoulders. "It's windy outside. Go lower the window."
Shuyun stopped Biluo as she was leaving and asked, "Who is the woman in the house?"
Biluo shook her head, "I don't know."
Trouble comes from the mouth, so Biluo was cautious and would not do anything other than what Xiao Ye told her to do. She brushed off Shuyun's hand, went to the window, and pulled it over, leaving it half open.
Shu Yun gathered her cloak and returned to sit on the bed in a depressed mood.
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It was late autumn and the dew was heavy. In the evening, a light rain began to fall. Xiao Ye walked into the house in the coolness, took the silk handed to him by the servant, and brushed off the rain on his shoulders.
Xiao Ye glanced at Shu Yun who was sitting at the head of the bed, went behind the screen, changed into casual clothes, and stopped by the bed.
The candlelight was dim, and Shuyun sat obediently on the edge of the bed. She lowered her head, her eyelashes cast shadows, and her eyes were dull, not knowing what she was thinking.
Xiao Ye ordered his servants to serve the meal.
"Come and eat." Xiao Ye said calmly, having already sat down at the table.
He first filled a bowl of hot soup and drank it slowly with a jade spoon. His manners were elegant and he looked noble.
Shu Yun blinked her sore eyes, her heart was tense for a while, and she slowly got up from the bed. The chains were a bit heavy, and she dragged the shackles to the table, and the chains clanked.
Shu Yun sat down next to Xiao Ye and picked up the chopsticks to pick up some food, but she didn't pick it up for herself. She put a piece of meat in the man's bowl and looked up at him cautiously.
The man frowned slightly and didn't touch the dish she picked for a long time.
Shu Yun lowered her brows in frustration, clenched her chopsticks, and tried to pick up the piece of meat from his bowl. Suddenly, the man's chopsticks pressed down on the chopsticks that were inserted into the bowl, and his ink-black eyes looked at her.
Shu Yun's heart sank, her eyes evaded, and she said sullenly, "Brother doesn't like to eat."
Xiao Ye: "Sister, are you trying to show me your affection?"
Shu Yun pursed her lips and tightened her grip on the chopsticks. She knew very well that if she continued to stalemate with Xiao Ye, the situation would only get worse. However, she really could not accept the man in front of her. He had done so many despicable things to her. If the woman in the house was really her biological mother who did not drown, then the fact that he had hidden this from her was definitely not a good thing.
Besides, Xiao Ye is a meticulous person, so how could he suddenly make her suspicious of the woman's identity?
The more Shuyun thought about it, the more terrified she felt. A dense chill rose from the cold shackles under her feet and spread to her back.
"Since it's not, forget it." Xiao Ye released the chopsticks that were pressing down on it, picked up the piece of meat and put it in the bone dish.
Shuyun put down her chopsticks, put her small hand on the man's wrist, and lowered her head, "Brother, I was wrong."
She had no other choice but to be imprisoned in the house, with all her paths blocked by him.
Xiao Ye put down his chopsticks and looked at her leisurely. Her pretty face was slightly drooping, her two curved eyebrows showed a hint of worry, and her face was haggard. Had the bones that had been hard for three or four days become soft again?
"What did you do wrong, sister?" Xiao Ye looked at her with interest.
Shu Yun held his wrist and said sincerely, "Brother is so good to me, I shouldn't run away. That day...that day I said that in anger."
"Brother, I'm sorry," Shu Yun took his arm and put her face against his arm, rubbing it, "Brother, please forgive Yun'er, okay?"
In his pupils was the shadow of her obedient and dependent figure. Xiao Ye smiled gently, and with his fingertips he gathered the loose hair from her forehead. He asked calmly, "Sister, do you really know you are wrong?"
Shuyun's eyelashes trembled slightly. Her heart tightened in her throat as he stared at her, for fear that he would see through her thoughts.
"I know I was wrong." Shuyun nodded.
Xiao Ye gently stroked her cheek and asked her to eat first.
Shuyun turned around and lowered her head to eat, not forgetting to pick up some food for Xiao Ye.
Xiao Ye ate her dishes and saw her put down her bowl and chopsticks. After she had almost finished eating, her eyes fell on the wine jug on the table.
Seeing this, Shu Yun asked, "Brother, do you want to drink?"
She took the wine pot, poured a glass of wine and handed it over, saying flatteringly: "Brother, please give me this glass of apology wine."
The clear pomegranate wine has a sweet aroma and bright color, which is the true color of pomegranate.
Xiao Ye took the wine from her hand, looked at her leisurely, stroking the wine glass with his fingertips, and his deep eyes gradually darkened.
Xiao Ye said, "This is not the way to drink the wine of apology."
Shuyun's hand holding the wine jug trembled. Being stared at by those eyes, she suddenly had a bad premonition in her heart.
The next moment, the man stretched out his long arms, picked up Shuyun by the waist, and put her on the bed.
Xiao Ye took the wine jug from her hand and placed it quietly on the bedside. He hooked his slender fingers around the silk ribbon around her waist and pulled it off with a light tug.
The man's big hand brushed past, and the dress fell off, revealing the embroidered little dress tied alone on her body. Her snow-white skin was dotted with scattered kiss marks, the old ones had not yet faded, and new ones were added.
The night wind blew, and Shuyun's shoulders felt cold. She trembled slightly, raised her hands to cover her chest, and swallowed in fear.
Xiao Ye leaned over, supported the back of her neck with his big hand, pushed her over, and kissed her lips to enjoy her fragrance.
Shu Yun resisted the urge to push him away and accepted his kiss. The man's hand caressed her shoulder, his fingertips lingering on the laces of her blouse, but he hesitated to untie them. Shu Yun was anxious, her heart tightening in her throat, and her tongue was sucked by the man, entangled in a soft feeling.
He kissed her passionately and with superb skills. Shuyun was no match for him and gradually lost. Her whole body became limp and all her strength seemed to have been sucked away by the kiss. She leaned softly in the man's arms and let him kiss her.
She was so obedient, without any resistance like in the previous few days. Xiao Ye's face darkened, and a feeling of pent-up anger arose in his chest. The more obedient she was, the more this anger accumulated.
Just because of that woman, she could compromise, pretend to be so obedient, and obey him in everything.
She doesn't like him.
Xiao Ye twisted the tie with two fingers and pulled it with his fingertips, and the embroidered little dress fell on the chests of the two people pressed together.
Xiao Ye suddenly grabbed her slender waist and turned her over. Shu Yun lay on the bed, and the small clothes in her arms were grasped by the man and slipped out of her hands little by little.
Shuyun's hands were empty, and she leaned against the mattress through the man's arm. Her heart was in her throat. She turned her head to look at him with a panic-stricken look.
Xiao Ye pressed down her raised waist, and his fingertips moved up along her back, stroking the butterfly bones on her back. Where his fingertips moved, it felt like a flame was burning, with a burning feeling. Shu Yun's breathing couldn't help but tighten.
Xiao Ye met her frightened eyes, lowered his head and kissed her on the lips.
His lips left hers, and he took the wine jug from the bedside table, his eyes wandering over her.
Shu Yun's eyelashes trembled slightly, and her breath hitched. The man raised the wine jug, and a stream of clear, translucent red wine flowed from the mouth of the jug. A cool breeze ran down her waist, and she was filled with pomegranate wine.
Xiao Ye held her shoulders with one hand and her waist with the other, "If the wine spills, I'll have to fill it up again."
Shuyun's cheeks were hot, and the wine in her waist felt cool. She bit her lips and buried her head in the pillow, her slender fingers gripping the soft pillow.
Her senses were magnified in an instant. The man's lips fell on her waist. Shuyun trembled and clearly felt the pomegranate wine overflowing and flowing down her back and waistline.
Xiao Ye tasted the mellow and sweet pomegranate wine, and drank it all up without wasting any of the wine that flowed out of the container.
Her jade-like skin was sprinkled with pomegranate wine, as white as snow and dazzling.
Xiao Ye picked up the pot and poured wine, then drank it all in one gulp.
With his big hands holding the slender waist that smelled of wine, Xiao Ye hugged Shu Yun and stood up, and sat her on his lap. The girl obviously didn't drink any alcohol, but her cheeks were red, she bit her lips, and her almond eyes were misty with tears. She looked pitiful and sympathetic.
"This is my apology wine." Xiao Ye kissed the tears on her cheeks and rubbed the wet waist with his fingertips. "Since my sister knows her mistakes, she should be sincere."
Shuyun sat on his lap and tremblingly tried to take the wine jug in his hand, but there was no wine glass. She couldn't think of what to use to hold the wine, and she couldn't reach behind him.
Shuyun held the wine jug for a long time without moving, and the man lowered his eyes.
Shuyun's cheeks suddenly became hot and red. She slowly raised her arms, crossed them across her chest, and pressed them against her chest.
Pomegranate wine was poured into the small area surrounded by her slender arms. The color of the wine was clear and bright, making her skin look white, tender and smooth.
The pomegranate wine slowly flowed down from the gap between her arms. Shu Yun quickly held it back and moved closer to him, "Brother."
Xiao Ye took the wine jug from her hand and put it down, then slowly drank the sweet wine she handed him.
A pair of strong and powerful arms were wrapped around the slender waist, shackled in the palm of his hand. Xiao Ye tasted the wine and her body at the same time.
Shu Yun trembled slightly. Xiao Ye lifted her waist up, spread her knees and knelt on him, her snow-white knees against the quilt.
Xiao Ye bent down and kissed her. Shu Yun's breathing was disordered. She clearly wanted to push him away, but she also wanted him to kiss her more. She raised her arms to hold his shoulders, and her chin was tickled by the hair on top of his head.
Tight, itchy, sweaty, and the iron chains under my feet rattling.
After making love, Shuyun lost her strength and leaned on Xiao Ye's shoulder to catch her breath. He raised his hand and stroked her cheek with his fingertips.
The desire in Xiao Ye's eyes gradually faded, and his eyes were as calm as the sea as he looked at her obediently.
He was not happy, even a little angry.
Xiao Ye held her lips, hugged her and they both fell into the bed. Her fluffy black hair was scattered on the pillow. Her forehead was sweaty, and her slender neck, which was lightly powdered, raised an arc, like a delicate branch of flower, tempting to pick it.
Xiao Ye's kiss fell on her snow-white neck, and his palms separated her snow-white knees.
Shu Yun pushed his head away and choked, "No more, no more."
Her eyes were filled with tears, which fell down one after another. Her face was covered with tears, and she clenched her fists and beat his chest with all her strength.
"I don't want to do it anymore." Shu Yun bent her knees and lifted him up, but his palm pressed down on her knees and pushed her back.
Shuyun lost her temper, broke free from his restraints, turned her back and sobbed. She covered her face and cried sadly, crying out all the grievances she had suffered in the past few days, her thin shoulders trembling.
Xiao Ye leaned over to hug her, but Shu Yun didn't want to and pushed him back with her elbow.
Xiao Ye did not let go, but held her tighter, holding her soft palm and placing it on her slightly bulging belly. Shu Yun struggled and choked with sobs, "Don't touch me."
Xiao Ye sneered, "This is what my sister really wants to say."
Shu Yun said angrily: "Brother, what else can you do besides satisfying your own selfish desires? You force me to submit again and again, and force me to serve you."
Shu Yun's eyes were filled with tears, she was exhausted, her voice was filled with tears, "I gave in tonight, but brother is still like this. Next time you come back to the room, I will wash myself in advance and lie down to wait for you. You don't have to spend so much effort to force me to give in."
Every word was like a knife cutting into his heart. Xiao Ye turned her body over. Her almond-shaped eyes were red and her face was tearful from crying. His heart suddenly ached.
"Is my brother angry? Do you still want to punish me severely?"
Shu Yun choked up, not knowing how many tears she had shed. Her head ached from crying. She stared at him with tearful eyes and said in despair, "Brother, how many more hours are you going to keep going tonight?"
Xiao Ye felt a suffocating feeling in his chest, and suddenly panicked, and hugged her tightly.
Shu Yun closed her eyes and leaned forward, tears streaming from her lips. She tasted the bitterness of the tears and trembled as she said, "Is this it, brother?"
Xiao Ye's Adam's apple slid, and he suppressed the desire that was born. He grasped her slender arms, his knuckles turning white as he separated her, "Calm down."
Xiao Ye held her tightly in his arms. Shu Yun sobbed, and the tears flowing on her chest slowly grew colder. His heart suddenly seemed to be frozen by this coldness.
He raised his hand and gently stroked Shuyun's back to help her breathe.
Shuyun cried and cried, her sobs gradually subsided, and she fell asleep exhausted.
Xiao Ye released the woman, who was breathing deeply, from his arms and gently placed her on the pillow. He lifted the quilt, stood up, and went to the bathroom to take a shower.
It was a chilly late autumn day. Xiao Ye took a cold shower and returned to the bed, still feeling cold.
Xiao Ye lifted the curtain and hung it with a hook. The candlelight illuminated the woman's sleeping face, and the traces of tears on her face were clearly visible. She slept uneasily, with her brows furrowed, and brought this grievance and unhappiness into her dreams.
Xiao Ye stood in front of the bed and looked at her, feeling extremely complicated.
But it was clearly she who said first that she couldn't bear to leave him, and then she escaped while he was away.
If that incident had not happened that year, she would have become his wife.
Until now, she still doesn't have him in her heart and doesn't like him.
Xiao Ye's confidence was shattered in front of her. He panicked for the first time and humbly wanted her to look at him, even just for a moment.
"What I hate most is having a friend like you," the five or six-year-old boy said, throwing the unfinished wooden eagle at him. He then took out a dagger, cut off his robe, and broke off his friendship. "From now on, we have nothing to do with each other. If we meet again, we will be enemies."
Xiao Ye closed his eyes and suppressed the memories.
The night was cold and Xiao Ye stood by the window all night.
Shuyun was sick. The illness came without any warning. Her forehead was burning badly and she felt sick and listless, with no energy at all.
Wen Rong came to check on Shu Yun. She had caught a cold recently, and coupled with the depression in her heart, her illness suddenly flared up with great force.
Shuyun felt very hot all over and looked weak, so Xiao Ye fed her some medicine.
Shuyun didn't want to talk to him. After drinking the medicine, she turned her head away, buried her head in the quilt, and didn't want to look at him at all.
Looking at the figure with his back to him, Xiao Ye felt an endless sense of depression in his chest, as if a piece of his heart was missing.
At night, Shuyun's fever, which had just subsided in the afternoon, came back. Xiao Ye was extremely anxious and hurriedly called Wen Rong to come and see her.
After tossing and turning until midnight, Shuyun drank the medicine and fell into a deep sleep. Xiao Ye did not dare to close his eyes for a moment, paying attention to her condition.
Shuyun's fever finally subsided near dawn. She was exhausted and didn't want to see Xiao Ye. As long as he was around, she would close her eyes and fall asleep.
That day, Xiao Ye was guarding her by the bed. Shuyun heard Fu Feng announce that Xiao Shuyi was coming.
Old Madam Cui missed her grandson very much, so Xiao Shuyi asked Xiao Ye to go back to the Marquis' Mansion to visit her.
Old Lady Cui was disappointed with Marquis Anlu, so she naturally favored her eldest grandson more. How could she not know the character of the grandson she raised? She must have lost his virtue and was unworthy of being a father, so Xiao Ye said those words.
Old Lady Cui had already scolded Marquis Anlu, and she thought the severance of ties was just an angry remark from Xiao Ye. She was thinking of her eldest grandson, and only when Xiao Ye came to Shou'an Hall did her mood gradually improve. She asked about his recent situation and talked to him for a long time.
Old Cui had heard that Xiao Ye had a daughter in his private residence, and she had a rough idea, most likely the missing woman. It wasn't like she hadn't been involved in the matter, but it was her meddling that had led to this situation. She simply let Xiao Ye go, wondering how he was supposed to handle this.
Xiao Ye had dinner with the old lady in Shou'an Hall and had no plans to stay overnight in the Marquis's Mansion.
Xiao Shuyi saw him off from the Marquis' Mansion. Before parting with him, she said, "Brother, Sister Yun is still in the capital, at your house, right?"
Xiao Ye narrowed his narrow eyes and looked at his sister.
"Don't worry, brother. I won't tell anyone. Brother, you like Sister Yun, so naturally I like her too." Xiao Shuyi took out the brocade box from her sleeve and said, "This is a birthday gift I prepared for Sister Yun. Please pass it on to me, brother."
Last month was Shuyun's seventeenth birthday, but because she was not there, Xiao Shuyi did not give the gift to her.
Xiao Ye took the brocade box and left the Marquis' Mansion.
The carriage drove out of the alley, and Xiao Ye looked at the brocade box in his hand.
He was worried, so after a while he opened the brocade box, took out the jade-inlaid and gilded hairpin and examined it carefully. He then checked the brocade box inside and out, and only put the hairpin back into the box after confirming that there was nothing unusual.
After Xiao Ye returned, Shu Yun had already taken the medicine and gone to bed.
After a few days, she lost a lot of weight and her face was pale and bloodless, which made people feel distressed.
Xiao Ye reached out and brushed the hair off her cheek, his eyes full of loneliness. This seemed to be the most serious disagreement they had ever had, and he suddenly didn't know what to do.
After taking the medicine for two days, Shuyun's condition improved, but because of her bad mood, she felt listless and had no interest in anything. She often leaned on the head of the bed in a daze.
Xiao Ye handed the brocade box to her, "This is your birthday gift from your fourth sister."
Shu Yun was frightened. She didn't want anyone in the mansion to know that Xiao Ye was hiding here.
Xiao Ye comforted her and said, "Don't worry, Fourth Sister won't tell."
Shuyun held the brocade box and thought that Xiao Shuyi might have guessed the relationship between her and Xiao Ye a long time ago and knew that she was hiding in the house.
To be fair, Xiao Shuyi had never had a grudge against her and never made things difficult for her. When Shuyun and Xiao Shuyi were learning etiquette together, they were still good sisters who could talk about anything.
Shuyun opened the brocade box, took out the gilded hairpin inlaid with pink jade, and smiled a long-lost smile.
The smile was very faint, but it was the first smile Xiao Ye had seen in recent times.
His mood also improved.
Shuyun admired the hairpin for a while and put it back into the brocade box. When she saw the man beside the bed, the smile on her face disappeared.
Shu Yun had a pale face. She placed the brocade box beside her pillow, lay down, pulled the quilt, and turned to sleep with her back to him.
Xiao Ye looked at the brocade box quietly placed beside the pillow, then raised his eyes to look at her back, slowly frowned, and felt a stuffy feeling in his chest, as if something very important was missing in his body.
He couldn't catch it no matter what he did, and suddenly he was in a panic.
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As the days passed, Shuyun's illness got better, but the iron chains on her feet were still there.
Her eyes were filled with tears. If she never had another chance, she would still choose to escape, the farther away from Xiao Ye the better.
Xiao Ye carried the key to unlock the door with her. As long as she got the key, she would be one step closer to freedom.
It was a long-awaited sunny day. Shuyun sat on the bed. The evening breeze was cold. Biluo took a thin blanket and covered her knees.
A window reflected the scenery outside. The distant mountains under the setting sun seemed to be coated with a layer of gold. Shuyun looked at the gorgeous purple sunset in the sky, which was like a dream.
Her shadow on the ground was thin and looked sickly. After a long while, she still maintained the same posture and looked at the sunset.
Many days have passed, and the unconscious woman has never appeared in the yard again. Shuyun guessed that it was Xiao Ye who arranged it last time.
There was no longer any ripple in her heart. That was just how he was. He had plenty of ways to make her surrender.
Shuyun wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes and stared blankly at the sunset outside the window.
After a while, there was a noise outside the house. Xiao Ye entered the house, with the maid behind him holding a fox fur cloak.
"Everyone, get out." Xiao Ye dismissed the servants in the room and took the cloak from the maid.
Shuyun knew he was back, so she took off her embroidered shoes, removed the thin blanket from her knees, and lay back down on the bed.
"Try on the fox fur cloak my brother gave me."
Xiao Ye's voice came into his ears, his tone was gentle and he seemed easy to talk to.
Shuyun ignored him.
The man suddenly leaned over, put his arms around her, and rested his head on her neck. "This autumn, I promised to hunt a few foxes for you to make a cloak. See if you like the style."
Shu Yun said tiredly, "I don't like it."
Xiao Ye's heart suddenly tightened, but he still held his temper and gently picked her up.
Shu Yun's eyes were blank. He picked her up and sat her on the bed like a puppet, allowing him to manipulate her.
Xiao Ye put the hastily made fox fur cloak on her thin shoulders and slowly combed out her black hair.
He tied his cloak, stood up to get a mirror and looked at her, showing great patience.
Xiao Ye held up the mirror and asked softly, "How is it? Do you like the style of this cloak?"
Shu Yun glanced at him indifferently and quickly looked away. The corners of her mouth did not change at all, and there was no trace of a smile on her lifeless face.
Xiao Ye pursed his lips, and gripped the mirror tightly with his slender fingers, like a heavy punch, hitting the heart accurately.
"If my brother says it looks good, then it looks good." Shu Yun said calmly, having lost interest.
She lowered her eyelids, and suddenly caught a glimpse of a key tied under the man's brocade clothes at his waist.
Shuyun's heart suddenly became disturbed.
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