Chapter 332 - Red Lips Touching When Love Is Deep
Chapter 332 Red Lips Touching When Love Is Deep
When Feng Yuran’s lips came pressing down, Mo Xuetong froze initially. She could feel his thin red lips combining with hers, and felt a strange sense of numbness as her body lost all strength. Immediately, she felt her entire body scorching from head to toe. Thinking about his tenderness and his pampering, she unconsciously kept her head there, allowing his lips to press against hers.
Under such an atmosphere, Mo Xuetong even forgot breathing as a warm stream surged up in her heart. Subconsciously, she stared at him as if she were in a beautiful yet vague dream, where there were only them, embracing each other.
Feng Yuran’s actions became more and more rapid as a thought flashed in his head. He wanted to devour this fragile girl in his arms bit by bit, tasting her entire body and leaving his mark on every inch and every crack of her. However, suddenly, he pushed Mo Xuetong aside and tilted his head to gasp quietly, his handsome face blushing.
Seeing the redness on his devilish and beautiful face, Mo Xuetong blushed even more. She hurriedly closed her eyes and lay there motionlessly, as if only that would make him ignore her embarrassment and her existence. Just now, she dared to kiss him back!
“Tong’er, what help do you need from me?” For a while, there were only two gasping noises in the carriage, a thick one and a thin one. It took a while before Feng Yuran calmed down and asked, smiling and tilting his head.
Anyway, he would not harm Tong’er, and would wait for her to grow up! His Tong’er was still too young. Furthermore, she was still mourning for her mother, which was a condition he allowed to marry Mo Xuetong. He had always been devilish and had a disdainful attitude towards rules and regulations. However, in front of her, he only wanted to be his best.
Mo Xuetong regained her composure too and her eyes regained their clarity. She stared at Feng Yuran but responded obediently, “Help me investigate You Yuecheng. I think he is involved.”
Mo Xuemin and Mo Xueqiong were not on good terms and it would be nearly impossible for the two of them to cooperate and harm her. The two started mocking each other after merely a few exchanges of words.
Ever since she was married into Duke Zhenguo’s manor, Mo Xuemin could not even handle her own business and thus had no intentions to care for her. Furthermore, no one in the manor was from Duke Zhenguo’s manor except Mo Xueyan, who was about to marry You Yuecheng’s brother, who was born by a concubine. There were no obstructive people in her manor.
Mo Xuemin could not have gifted Mo Xueqiong that Ice Silk as well!
Duke Zhenguo’s manor was no longer favored by the Emperor and could not obtain such a handkerchief. Even if he had it, Sima Lingyun would not gift it to Mo Xuemin. He was in love with another woman.
There was only one person who could string Mo Xueqiong and Mo Xuemin together! That was You Yuecheng!
Sima Lingyun and Mo Xuemin were now like water and fire, and thus they would not conspire to hurt her. Other than Sima Lingyun, only You Yuecheng was left with the motive to hurt her. Mo Xuetong did not forget that during New Year’s Eve, she dated him and successfully caused him to be dissatisfied with her.
Furthermore, You Yuecheng was Mo Xueyan’s uncle! An extremely powerful uncle would be extremely influential to his concubine brother!
“Don’t worry, Tong’er! It won’t take long for the dogs to bite each other.” Feng Yuran smirked and said lazily. He smiled extremely devilishly and his handsome face had a seductive nature like that of a devil, which brought about a kind of cruelty that was graceful and elegant. An extreme chill that could freeze a man at once was emitted from his smile, making the atmosphere extremely cold.
He would naturally investigate them, especially You Yuecheng’s new master, King Yan Feng Yulei!
Feng Yuran’s eyes were tainted with malice and bloodlust when he remembered that Tong’er would be dead if Bai Yihao was slightly late. His handsome lips curved ever so slightly for he promised to take the lives of those who dared to hurt his woman. How could he not act when the woman he loved was hurt!
He stretched out to pull Mo Xuetong’s hand, caressing her tightly-wrapped fingers. His eyes were full of hatred when he realized that he could not even see the knuckles of her other hand, as the white tender hand was now extremely swollen.
Feeling her nervousness and hatred, Mo Xuetong smiled slightly and was about to speak when he hugged her tightly once again. This time, the hug was so tight that she could barely breathe. She did not know why he suddenly became so crazy when his light whisper came rapidly into his ears.
“Tong’er, please don’t do this again! I’m scared!” With his voice trembling, not a single tinge of arrogance and flamboyance could be found in him, with only nervousness left as if he had just survived a disaster.
Feng Yuran was in a state she had never seen him in before. Mo Xuetong’s heart softened as her eyes misted.
In her life, never ever had any made her feel so loved and cared before, making her heart melt instantly as if she was surrounded by gentle waters. It turned out that a man can be worried about a woman, caring for her safety to a degree that it overtook his own personality. Now, he was just a gentle young man looking for love, with only her in his eyes.
How could Mo Xuetong, a woman hurt by love in her previous life, not be touched?
In her previous life, she longed for love and sacrificed herself and her child for it.
In this life, true love was placed in front of her with a gentleness that almost drowned her.
She used to be so afraid of his advances, afraid that she would be dead if she let herself close to him. However, she was no longer regretful now. She needed to fight to avenge her mother, herself, and her child. It was her life and she needed to plan and act herself to achieve what she wanted. Even if this was a path of no return, she would be willing to fight a path out of it.
Even if she flew away in ashes in the end, she did not waste her life.
“I will never do it again.” Mo Xuetong replied softly, blinking her bright eyes obediently. She leaned into his arms voluntarily. Even though that place had a slight stench of blood, it made her comfortable.
Hearing Mo Xuetong’s promise made Feng Yuran’s pretty brows all smiles. He let go of Mo Xuetong lightly as if she were fragile porcelain before he kissed carefully and ever so lightly on her cheeks. His devilish eyes were teary too and his jade-like face smiled so sweetly.
Everything in his ears and arms made him at ease. Tong’er was his, only his!
Everything at this moment was real to him.
“Are you alright, like this?” Mo Xuetong pushed on his handsome but dumbfounded face before pointing to the bandages on his chest. The patch of blood seemed to enlarge itself, making her extremely uneasy.
“Alright. I am fine as long as Tong’er is fine.” Feng Yuran was at his most joyous and was all smiles. Having recognized Tong’er’s thoughts, he heaved a great sigh of relief. Even though Bai Yihao was also an extremely handsome man, he was the one who captured Tong’er’s heart first. No matter how diligent Bai Yihao would be, Bai Yihao was a step late than him. Such a thought made his smile more brilliant.
“Did your father know that you had already woken up?” Mo Xuetong pushed him aside and sat upright, asking him worriedly.
Feng Yuran used the excuse of him fainting to make Emperor Zongwen agree to their marriage. If his father came to know that he had little injuries, even running to the cliff to save others, his father might punish him for lying to the emperor. After all, Feng Yuran’s carriage was conspicuous, and many saw it on its way here.
“Don’t worry, I woke up once yesterday night and my father was delighted to see me. I naturally had to react when something happened to you. Furthermore, when I jumped down the cliff, I checked and made sure no one was around to see me.” Feng Yuran smiled and whispered to Mo Xuetong, looking at her with a graceful and gentle smile.
Seeing his proud smile, Mo Xuetong knew he had a plan already. Mo Xuetong was slightly relieved and sighed, afraid that she would upset his plan with her mistake.
Feng Yuran reminded Mo Xuetong of something with a few words before sending her back to her manor.
When Mo Xuetong’s figure disappeared in her manor, Feng Yuran’s gentle smile slowly disappeared.
The carriage slowly drove back.
His servants helped Feng Yuran rest in his room and the doctor came forth to remove his clothing and rebandage him before quietly retreating.
“Wang Fu, check on You Yuecheng’s recent actions.” Feng Yuran’s gloomy eyes were staring at Steward Wang.
“Yes.” Seeing that his master was angry, Steward Wang dared not say much and nodded to agree, secretly wiping the sweat off his forehead. You Yuecheng did really provoke his master this time, who would naturally not let him off so easily.
“I heard that the daughter of a concubine from Mo Manor likes Third Brother. Even though Third Brother liked You Yuecheng’s sister, but we shall be kind and help Third Brother. I also heard that Grand Secretariat Wang also has a daughter. We shall package them and send them all into our Third Brother’s manor. He will naturally be so thankful.” Feng Yuran ordered lazily as if he were merely talking about ordinary everyday happenings. However, the corner of his eye was bloodthirsty and sharp, making one chill at the bottom of his heart.
He wanted to package these two women into King Yan’s Manor. For the two women, one had a promiscuous relationship with many men while the other had a lover already… If that happened, the back garden of King Yan’s manor would resolve into a mess. With the addition of the arrogant First Miss from Mingguo Manor, his harem would be like a pot of messy congee, with fire sparking off it before it was even cooked.
Steward Wang immediately understood his instructions and carefully asked to confirm, “Your Highness, do you mean that you want King Yan to have those two as his concubines?”
If he didn’t remember wrongly, it was stated in his notes that Miss Wang had sexual relations with King Ning Feng Yuzhen, and had always dated each other. King Yan would be a cuckold if she was sent into King Yan’s manor as a concubine. Even though the one in Mo manor had nothing going on with Sima Lingyun, but the matters in the plum garden and the fire in the back garden made the two hug, ruining her reputation completely.
It would be utterly shameful for King Yan to be a cuckold for two women! If everyone knew about it, King Yan would have no face left to argue with others on the court. His Highness said that he had evidence that King Yan was behind this matter. It would only take the Emperor a little investigation to find out the evidence pointing to King Yan, and King Yan would never be able to talk himself out of it.
Facing such a defunct situation, would King Yan plan to eliminate His Highness if he knew the ending? The answer was a definite no!
No one could offend his master.
“I shall enter the palace later to complain to my father. I was desperately sick and had just found a wife, but these people wanted to murder her! They wanted me to die! Since they hurt my woman, I shall not be polite.” Feng Yuran’s handsome lips curved up in a mocking smile, his eyes deep with darkness.
Since Feng Yulei chose to strike at him, Feng Yulei had to withstand his fatal blow back…