Chapter 55 Ice-Skinned Beauty, Will My Husband Still Follow Your Rules Tonight? ...
Cui Yiluo gently guided him, and the man paused without responding, but she was exceptionally patient, pressing her softly against him.
Only when she gently but firmly pulled Jiang Yunjin's large, well-defined hand to her waist, which resembled a vine, did he slightly part his thin lips, as if helpless, or as if he had been suppressing his feelings for a long time.
But no matter how Cui Yiluo teased him, he only responded by uncontrollably tightening his grip on her waist, even though the mountain peaks were steep and high.
Finally, Cui Yiluo exhausted all her tricks and had no other choice. In her frustration and anger, she bit him hard. The man groaned and pulled her away.
His breathing was disordered, and his lips were stained with water.
Ambiguous, chaotic.
As soon as Cui Yiluo moved her waist, Jiang Yunjin, who had already been defeated by this move several times, reacted quickly and stopped her. His strength was so great that she couldn't move at all.
"Stop fooling around. There are too many people on the shore, and it's getting late. Let's go back to the manor first."
Jiang Yunjin's voice was a little hoarse, but his tone remained strong and proper.
Although they were in the middle of the lake, the painted boat was brightly lit by candles, making it easily visible in the pitch-black night. Any further movement would be like a star flickering violently, threatening to fall.
Cui Yilu suddenly realized that he clearly had a sense of proportion. He would refuse to do so outside, but once the door was closed in the mansion, even in the study, he would only scold and stop her a few times, and then half-heartedly let her have her way each time.
When she met the man's dark eyes, which were already filled with desire, Cui Yiluo's lips curled up, her moist red lips like a vibrant peony in the lamplight, tempting one to pluck them.
"Then, my husband, is it alright if there's no one else around?"
Jiang Yunjin's eyes were dark and brooding, as if not a ray of light could penetrate them. He said in a cold voice, "How can you act outside? You are becoming more and more unruly."
Despite his cold rebuke, Cui Yiluo seemed used to it, hooking her arm around his neck and laughing, "But I don't want to go back to the manor. Besides, husband, if we go back now, we might miss the curfew. If we order someone to open the door and disturb Grandmother, won't you get scolded again?"
She had just seduced him into kissing her, never expecting him to break his vows and do it right there on the pleasure boat, especially since there would be many people by the lake tonight for the lantern festival. What she really wanted was to buy time.
Having succeeded, Cui Yiluo, who was straddling the man, was still being held by the waist, but she straightened up a bit and looked at him at eye level, revealing a hint of arrogance on her beautiful face.
Jiang Yunjin didn't turn to look at the sky; his eyes were fixed on her smug eyes. "You did this on purpose?"
Cui Yiluo looked surprised, her red lips slightly parted: "So my husband didn't know I did it on purpose?"
Jiang Yunjin's expression darkened.
The painted boat swayed gently on the autumn waters, and the boat itself rocked with the waves. Cui Yiluo, straddling the boat, swayed gently, her eyes shimmering with emotion.
"My husband is celebrating his birthday tonight, can't we indulge ourselves just this once?"
Jiang Yunjin decisively replied, "A gentleman does not make himself suffer for even a single day, as if he were not going to spend the whole day."
Cui Yiluo chuckled inwardly. How many times had he broken his vows? What difference would one more time make? No matter how many gentlemanly principles he had to uphold, she would never let him return to the manor tonight.
“My husband doesn’t deserve to be punished, but I don’t want to. Besides, staying in the bedroom all day is rather boring.”
Upon hearing this, Jiang Yunjin's face suddenly turned ashen, as if he had just thought of something.
But he didn't speak again. Cui Yilu seized the opportunity to enter, her body went limp and she fell into his arms, her voice and demeanor softening as well. Like the sweet and pleasant fragrance burning in a painted boat, she said coquettishly, "I heard that my husband's house in Qingchi Lane is modeled after the style of Jiangnan, with small bridges and flowing water, which is exceptionally elegant."
Jiang Yunjin remained silent, his face dark and brooding.
Two incense sticks later, the elegant and refined carriage stopped in Qingchi Lane.
Jiang Yunjin had servants stationed at his several private residences, cleaning them daily in preparation for the master's visits. Upon hearing the news, the servants would ride ahead to give instructions, so when Cui Yiluo arrived, all the lamps in the house were already lit, making the house brightly lit.
The bedroom was also neat and clean, and the bedding had obviously just been changed. And perhaps considering that the two were about to go to bed, the servants only lit a few lamps.
The room was dimly lit, with candlelight flickering gracefully, its soft glow seeping through the gauze curtains like fireflies dancing in the mist, creating an incredibly ambiguous atmosphere.
The door slammed shut, and her chin was grabbed as a kiss landed.
His breath was ragged as he gently bit her lip, as if punishing her. His voice was hoarse and muffled by their intertwined bodies: "Satisfied?"
As they continued their entanglement, Cui Yilu straddled his lean and muscular waist again. She pulled her lips away slightly, her eyes brimming with tears, and her lips glistening with moisture. In the dim light, she was even more alluring.
"Tell me, will my husband still observe your rules tonight?"
Jiang Yunjin's eyes seemed to hold an unyielding darkness, his tone deep and unfathomable: "Do you want me to guard you?"
Cui Yilu did not answer. The next moment, the back of her neck was grabbed.
As if destined to be forever connected, their lips and teeth intertwined once more.
The candlelight beside the couch began to flicker violently, casting a swaying shadow on the figure lying on the rosy gauze lampshade.
Cui Yiluo leaned on the table, but she was clearly inexperienced and even more unfamiliar with controlling it. Her hand gripping the corner of the table would clench tightly from time to time, her knuckles turning white from the force.
Perhaps because the charcoal brazier in the room was burning too brightly, a thin layer of sweat seeped from her forehead, and her face was flushed from the heat.
Suddenly, her snow-white wrist was forcefully grabbed and pulled by someone below, their fingers intertwined.
"Be careful of your wound."
However, it seemed like an attempt to cover up the truth.
Cui Yiluo's back ached, and seeing that he could still think of other things, she became even angrier. She pulled her hand out of his large palm, wrapped it around his broad shoulders and back, and tried even harder.
I felt a light, gentle shake on the side of my neck.
The soft hand withdrew from the large palm, which then landed elsewhere, as if it had simply been helping her.
Cui Yiluo was furious that her control had been taken away, so she shoved him and said haltingly, "You... you're not allowed to."
Pressed by her, Jiang Yunjin frowned, grunted, and slapped her like a child, then said in a deep voice, "Was that on purpose?"
While working hard, Cui Yiluo, as the person in charge, provoked him again, her eyes reddening but also tinged with a hint of smugness.
The candlelight suddenly flickered violently again, and a gasp rang out from inside the room.
Times change.
The table was overturned on the ground, and the white porcelain teapot and teacups fell onto the carpet, shattering into pieces. The sound was mostly swallowed up by the thick carpet.
However, the seating area was quite cramped.
The porcelain on the ground was broken, and perhaps to prevent her from hurting her foot, Cui Yiluo was tenderly picked up by the man.
The screen reflected undulating waves, so high they seemed ready to engulf people at any moment.
Cui Yiluo was afraid of falling to the ground, so her whole body tensed up even more. She couldn't help but be a little surprised. Last time at Ruyi Tower, he was under the influence of that incense, but now he was clearly sober.
Cui Yiluo stared into his eyes in disbelief to confirm. Although his dark eyes were covered by a deep desire and lacked clarity, Cui Yiluo knew clearly that he was fully aware of what he was doing.
Another blow, but the misty eyes in Cui Yiluo's eyes seemed to be surrounded by clouds, impossible to shake off or dissipate.
Cui Yilu frowned, and the word "complaint" was cut off, turning into something even more broken.
After two visits, her fingertips traced the window frame, the screen, and finally the curtains.
She gripped the soft pillow, trying to fall down, but was stopped by being held. Her face was suddenly lifted and turned around, and the man couldn't suppress his kiss on her from behind.
Only then did Cui Yilu realize the wickedness in his heart. She tried to escape quickly, but was restrained by another hand.
Finally, Cui Yiluo's consciousness became hazy. She felt him pick her up and sink into warm water, which relieved her exhaustion.
But then the sound of water started again.
She struggled, grabbing and shaking, "No! Jiang Yunjin, you've gone too far!"
She was so angry that she started calling him by his full name, and stopped calling him "husband" altogether.
This was the first time she had ever called him by his full name to his face.
Jiang Yunjin nodded slightly, but his expression showed no displeasure. Instead, a hint of pleasure flickered in his dark eyes. He parted his thin lips slightly and asked, "What did you call me?"
Cui Yiluo's voice was squeezed out from her throat, broken and intermittent: "You are allowed to call me by my name, but I am not allowed to call you? I will call you Jiang Yunjin."
The pleasure in his eyes deepened, and Cui Yiluo felt that he was being too strange. He was so polite, and she didn't call him husband, but instead called him by his name, yet he seemed quite satisfied, as if she was trying to please him.
He happened to be right next to her ear at that moment, his voice extremely hoarse: "Isn't this what you wanted?"
Cui Yiluo was about to retort, when she had ever said that, but she was so captivated that she could no longer speak.
As dawn broke, Cui Yiluo finally emerged from the bathhouse again, no longer being pressed down anywhere. Jiang Yunjin's arms were still strong; although she had witnessed it not long ago, she was still surprised that he wasn't tired at all.
The bedding had been changed, the mess on the floor had been cleaned up, the screen had been straightened, the broken tea set had been replaced with a new one, and even the torn gauze curtains had been replaced.
He did keep his promise, but when she told him to stop following the rules, he actually did it, completely and utterly.
Just like last time at Ruyi Tower, there was no difference. She even began to suspect that he had already removed the incense earlier that time, since they were both intoxicated together, but she had already sobered up after that one time.
But Cui Yiluo didn't think too much, and subconsciously fell asleep while holding the man's waist and abdomen as usual. The lumps on his body were still bony and a bit uncomfortable to the touch.
Before being pulled into unconsciousness by drowsiness, she thought, "I should still follow this rule a few times."
In a daze, her hand was gently grasped and opened. The sudden touch of cold on her injured fingertips caused a few pangs of pain. Cui Yilu frowned and instinctively flinched, but was forcefully grabbed.
As if to soothe, the fingertips were gently caressed by the breath, the warmth bringing a touch of comfort.
The long, narrow wound across my fingertip was carefully coated with a cooling ointment. My soft fingertip gently rubbed it in and spread it evenly, and the initial pain disappeared, replaced by a comfortable coolness.
Cui Yiluo's fingers gradually relaxed, and she felt herself being enveloped in a warm palm. This was different from the previous rough embrace of the other two areas; now it was all gentle.
She sank into darkness.
She didn't know how long she had slept, but the emptiness around her made Cui Yiluo feel nervous and uneasy. When her hushed voice came through the gap in the slightly ajar window, Cui Yiluo immediately woke up.
The male voice that reached her ears was deep. Even though he was trying to lower his voice, seemingly out of consideration for not waking the people sleeping in the room, Cui Yiluo still quickly recognized that it was Jiang Yunjin and Wen Feng talking.
"Young master, the medicine has been sent over."
Cui Yiluo opened her eyes.
Jiang Yunjin gave a soft "hmm".
Cui Yiluo had just woken up and was still a little confused. With a bit of clarity, she breathed and walked quietly. Fortunately, the floor of the room was covered with thick carpets, so she didn't have to exert much effort to walk quietly to the window.
The window was only slightly ajar, easily concealing her figure. No one could see Cui Yiluo's form from the outside, yet her voice was clearly transmitted into the room.
Wen Feng, standing outside the window, tentatively asked, "Young master, is this medicine really to be taken every day?"
Through a sliver of light, Cui Yiluo saw Jiang Yunjin pour a small, dark pill from a white porcelain bottle and swallow it with water.
After taking the medicine, he replied to Wenfeng, "Since Doctor Xu has instructed me to take it daily, I will follow his instructions."
Wen Feng took the cup and said worriedly, "But you've been taking it for over two months. Aren't you sure it won't harm your body? What if you can't continue taking it in the future..."
Jiang Yunjin simply replied, "It's alright."
Cui Yiluo looked puzzled upon hearing this. What kind of medicine needed to be taken daily, and why would Jiang Yunjin risk harming his body to insist on taking it? And what did Wen Feng mean when he said that he would never be able to take it again?
The two people outside the window were unaware that she was standing behind the window listening to everything. Perhaps afraid that she would discover it, Jiang Yunjin instructed, "You may leave now."
"yes."
The door opened and closed, and Cui Yiluo had already lay back on the bed, pretending to be fast asleep, but her mind was still replaying the scene from just now.
For some reason, Jiang Yunjin stood outside the partition for a while, and when he returned to the bed, the chill from outside had dissipated from his body.
Her waist tightened as the man expertly pulled her into his arms, then suddenly asked, "Awake?"
Cui Yiluo didn't know how he could tell. She clearly felt that her breathing was very long and even, just like when she was asleep, but his tone was so certain.
She had no choice but to open her eyes, her face slightly dazed, and complained, "Did my husband go out? The sound of him opening the door just now was quite noisy."
He said apologetically, "I'm sorry."
Looking into his dark eyes, the lust of the previous night had faded, replaced by a sense of satisfaction. Despite fooling around until so late last night, he seemed to have no fatigue whatsoever.
Cui Yiluo felt a bit bitter; although her body was supple, she couldn't withstand being manipulated like that.
She deliberately said in a muffled tone, "You're so happy that your husband breaks the rules?"
Jiang Yunjin pursed his lips, remaining noncommittal, and changed the subject, asking, "Are you feeling unwell?"
Cui Yiluo bit her lip, not wanting to answer him. He knew better than anyone how she would react, having been intimately connected with him the previous night. He had deliberately tormented her, and as she repeatedly reached her climax, she instinctively clung to him.
He seemed to understand, and instead of asking any more questions, he avoided her wound and pinched her fingers, asking, "Does it still hurt?"
Cui Yiluo then remembered to check her injured fingertip, which had been properly covered with a thick layer of ointment, so she didn't feel much of a pain.
"It doesn't hurt."
Jiang Yunjin did not let go of her fingers, but held her soft hand in his own.
"Don't do it again in the future, or you'll get hurt."
Cui Yiluo looked up at him and asked with a smile, "Then doesn't my husband like it?"
Actually, he had already said he liked her last night on the pleasure boat, but she insisted on hearing it again.
Jiang Yunjin's expression revealed a hint of helplessness, but he still said clearly, "I don't dislike it."
Liking someone is liking someone, but Jiang Yunjin is old-fashioned and would rather say a few more words than say the word "like" directly, which made Cui Yilu laugh.
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After a night of turmoil, they finally called a retreat just before dawn. After having breakfast, the two returned to the Jiang residence by carriage.
Jiang Yunjin had clearly instructed the servants that when Cui Yiluo paid her respects, Old Madam Jiang only scolded her for getting up late and did not say anything more. It was obvious that she had not received any news and did not know that the two of them had not returned home all night.
Back in the courtyard, Cui Yiluo intended to have someone bring the account book, but then she suddenly remembered the pills Jiang Yunjin had taken that morning, which she had seen through the window.
If you take it even when you're injured, it can't be a tonic for treating diseases. So what exactly is the purpose of the pill?
There were servants cleaning the bedroom, so Jiang Yunjin couldn't possibly have kept the pills there; he was clearly trying to hide it from her.
So, it will just be kept in the study.
Author's Note: How could I possibly do such a thing outside? [doge emoji]
Cousin, don't forget what you said! [heart emoji]
"A wise man does not allow himself to be tormented for even a single day, as if he were not to spend the whole day in distress." (From the Book of Rites)
Thank you to all the little ones who watered with nutrient solution! [heart emoji]
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