Chapter 34: Huazhu, my dear father, are you surprised?
In the quiet wedding room, wedding candles were burning everywhere.
Fang Zhiyue sat quietly on the bed with a red veil covering her head, waiting for the bride to arrive.
Squeak——
At a certain moment, the door was gently pushed open.
There were footsteps slowly approaching.
Fang Zhiyue clenched his hands tightly on his knees, lowered his head and stared at the small space in front of him with a sense of nervousness.
He called softly, "Sister Zhao?"
"laugh--"
A sudden sneer sounded in my ears.
A voice that was so familiar to me came faintly, "Little Father, who are you calling?"
As her voice fell.
Fang Zhiyue saw that the red veil on her head was pulled off by someone.
Si Yao's delicate yet extremely cold face appeared in front of him. She was wearing a bright red wedding dress, standing tall and graceful, quietly in front of him.
Fang Zhiyue's eyes widened instantly.
"Yao, Sister Yao, how could you..."
"Why, are you surprised to see me, little father?"
Si Yao looked at him calmly, but it made people feel more nervous and frightened.
"Father, you think I should be taking Shi Qi to the capital right now, and not be here, right?"
"Or perhaps, I shouldn't have shown up at this time to interrupt my father's wedding and ruin his happy event..."
Every word she spoke felt like a sharp blow to Fang Zhiyue's heart.
The heart in Fang Zhiyue's chest was beating chaotically, and it seemed like it would jump out of his chest in the next second.
He opened his mouth, his voice dry: "You, you lied to me, you didn't go to the capital at all..."
"Yes, I lied to my father."
Si Yao suddenly laughed out loud, bending slightly to look him in the eye. "I'm afraid you don't know, but Shi Qi writes down everything you do every day, including who you meet and what you say to each person. When she told me you went to Zhao Ling's house and had dinner with Zhao Ling and her daughter, I thought I'd test you, to see what you would do. Unexpectedly, you actually gave me such a big surprise."
Her voice turned cold, "You are so impatient to get married."
Si Yao grabbed his shoulders and pushed him hard towards the bed behind him.
Crackling——
Fang Zhiyue's wedding crown hit the edge of the bed, slipped from his hair, and rolled to the side.
Si Yao quickly took off her wedding dress and climbed onto the bed.
"Yao, Yao Jie'er, you, you need to calm down, there is a misunderstanding here..."
Seeing her like this, Fang Zhiyue was completely panicked.
He spoke hurriedly, trying to steady her.
However, Si Yao pulled off his belt and pushed him directly into the bed.
"Little Father, it's better to save your energy. You'll be crying soon. Since you're so eager to get married, tonight will be our wedding night. Don't worry..."
She restrained his body, put her hand on his thin neck, and stroked it gently twice. "I know this is your first time, so I will be careful not to hurt you."
"Sister Yao, no, just listen to what I have to say first—"
Fang Zhiyue's lips were trembling and his little face turned pale.
Si Yao had completely lost his patience. He took out a piece of cloth from somewhere, rolled it into a ball and stuffed it directly into his mouth.
Ignoring his struggle and the pleading in his eyes.
There was cruelty in his dark eyes as he quickly removed all the clothes from his body.
Fang Zhiyue's pupils trembled violently several times.
Everything that happened afterwards was beyond his ability to bear.
His mind was in a mess, and he could only remember the flickering candlelight and the creaking bed.
The night is still deep...
Fang Zhiyue became dizzy and woke up, then became dizzy again.
After a while, when it finally calmed down, the sky outside the window was already bright.
Si Yao fell asleep hugging his thin waist.
I don’t know if it was intentional, but he never took the cloth ball out of his mouth.
Fang Zhiyue wanted to call her, but his throat hurt so much that he couldn't make a sound.
Even trying to move my fingers hurts.
Finally, he couldn't bear it anymore and fainted.
He didn't know how long he had been unconscious. When he woke up again, Si Yao was covering him again and exerting force.
“Mmm…”
Fang Zhiyue hummed twice weakly.
Si Yao held his waist tightly with both hands and exhaled.
Finally, he showed mercy and took the cloth out of his mouth.
The cloth had been stuffed in his mouth all night and was already soaked with saliva. Si Yao held it in front of him and laughed, "Little father is really made of water. It's everywhere... Look at the water in his mouth, it has even soaked the cloth."
Fang Zhiyue turned away his eyes, his cheeks flushed.
Keep your mouth shut and don't respond to her.
Si Yao narrowed her eyes, gripped his waist threateningly, and pressed closer to her.
Leaning over, she whispered in his ear, "Little Father, do you know what this piece of cloth that's blocking your mouth is? It's the little piece of clothing that you lent me that day. I've been carrying it with me. Whenever I miss you, I take it out and touch or look at it..."
"You are shameless!"
Fang Zhiyue finally couldn't stand it anymore and glared at her fiercely.
It's a pity that those eyes filled with spring and love have no power.
Si Yao's heart was on fire again——
She turned him around so that they switched positions.
Fang Zhiyue put his hands on her chest, his waist tensed up, and he sobbed uncontrollably.
"You bastard! You only know how to bully me..."
He bent over her.
Beads of sweat kept rolling down his forehead, hitting Si Yao's fair and shiny skin.
Si Yao ignored it and focused on what was happening at hand.
Until the light outside the window gradually faded away, and night fell quietly again.
Si Yao finally let go of the person in his arms.
She sat up in only her outer robe. Seeing Fang Zhiyue open his eyes, she raised her eyebrows slightly: "Awake?"
The deep, hoarse voice was full of satisfaction.
Fang Zhiyue ignored the pain in his body and pulled up the quilt and retreated to the foot of the bed.
Her eyes, red and swollen from crying, were filled with fear.
"Don't worry, I won't touch you for now. Once you've recovered, we can..."
She deliberately didn't say everything.
It's just to make Fang Zhiyue think about it.
Fang Zhiyue was just as she expected, with a look of shame and anger on his face.
Si Yao was very happy, leaning lazily against the head of the bed, and was in the mood to talk to him about something else, "Little Father, don't you have anything you want to ask? While I'm in a good mood now, maybe I can answer your questions properly."
Fang Zhiyue: “…”
"It seems that there is none. In that case..."
Si Yao stood up and seemed ready to go out.
When she took two steps, Fang Zhiyue asked in a weak voice, "...What about Sister Zhao? What did you do to her? This matter has nothing to do with her. Please don't make things difficult for her."
"It seems that my father still wants to make me angry."
Si Yao stopped and said coldly, "How dare you mention her in front of me?"
She looked over with sinister dark eyes.
Fang Zhiyue clutched the quilt tightly in front of him, but still asked stubbornly: "Sister Yao, what did you do to her?"
The two men confronted each other for a while.
Si Yao sneered and replied, "Don't worry, she's fine. What does Little Father think of me? Do you think I would harm her? I've already asked Shi Qi to go to the Zhao family to find her and cancel the marriage you two had agreed on. Tell her that Little Father only agreed to marry her because he was angry with me, and that this was all just a misunderstanding."
"How is it, is my father satisfied now?"
She looked at him with cold eyes.
Fang Zhiyue lowered his eyes and said nothing.
Si Yao didn't intend to listen to what he said anymore.
She simply said, "Father, stay in this room and recuperate for the time being. No need to see outsiders."
After saying that, the door slammed shut.
Fang Zhiyue could clearly hear the sound of the door being locked outside.
He was locked up by Sister Yao...
This time, Si Yao was completely angry.
It seemed as if he was determined to teach him a lesson.
Every day, apart from a strange waiter who would come to bring him food at a fixed time, no one else would set foot in the house.
Fang Zhiyue wanted to say a few words to the waiter who delivered the meal.
But they found out that he was born speechless and could not read a single word. He could only understand what was said.
Fang Zhiyue had no choice but to give up the idea of finding someone to talk to.
He was locked in this dim room day after day, and he didn't know how long it took.
One night, when it was almost time to go to bed, Si Yao, who had not appeared for a long time, suddenly showed up.
Fang Zhiyue's eyes lit up instantly, "Sister Yao!"
"Is my little father happy to see me?"
Si Yao seemed a little surprised when he saw his expression.
Fang Zhiyue had been locked up by her for so long and just wanted to get out of here first.
"Sister Yao, when will you let me go home? I want to go back to Jingshui Lane. Can we go back together?"
He spoke softly and clumsily.
She knelt on the bed with a gentle face, looking up at her.
Si Yao stood in front of him, looking down at every expression on his face.
After a long while, he pinched his chin and said, "Little father, do you want to leave here?"
"Why do you want to leave?"
She asked quietly, "Isn't it good here? Someone comes to bring you food every day. No one comes to disturb you. Why do you want to leave?"
"Or do you want to get out first, and think of a way to escape from me?"
She slightly increased the strength of her hands, pinching Fang Zhiyue so hard that he couldn't help but hiss softly.
Seeing her moody expression, he endured the pain and spoke softly, "I, I want to see Sister Yao every day, cook for you, and also have those walnut carvings I made."
"Sister Yao..."
Fang Zhiyue stretched out his fingers to pull her sleeve and shook it in an unskilled manner.
"Take me back to Jingshui Lane, I miss home..."
He didn't want to stay in this dark house anymore.
“No rush…”
Si Yao touched his face and stroked it gently: "I will stay overnight tonight. Whether I can leave tomorrow depends on my father's performance."
After saying that, she withdrew her hand, took a step back, and opened her arms.
Her dark eyes looked at him, "Go to bed."
When Fang Zhiyue met her eyes, his heart trembled violently.
Naturally, I understood what she meant.
He slowly got down from the bed, untied the ties on her clothes, and took them off one by one.
Si Yao was barefoot and stared down at his white neck, her eyes dark.
Eyes stained with lust intertwined in his eyes, "Tonight, little father, you come..."
After saying that, she turned around, lay on the bed, closed her eyes and waited for him.
Fang Zhiyue stood there at a loss for a long time.
Seeing that Si Yao really didn't intend to touch him.
He bit his lip lightly, climbed onto the bed clumsily, and moved closer little by little...
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
