Chapter 22 Part 1: A Kiss Tainted with Blood

He cared so much.

Would he still kiss her?

Pu Jinyu lay beneath him, allowing him to restrain her.

She blinked languidly, the moisture in her pupils intensifying with each gasp, as if she were about to be bullied to tears by him.

But it was merely an illusion.

Yan Chiyun knew this full well.

Just like the demure composure, the proper grace she had always maintained—it was all a pretense.

She looked at the man whose tightly wound composure was now cracking, gradually showing fissures, and felt a strange sense of exhilaration rise in her heart.

Where had his aloofness, his cold detachment, gone?

Why did he care so much?

Was it because he felt his masculine dignity had been trampled, or because he was still intensely interested in her body, and she had done something to “destroy” herself?

If she remembered correctly, Yan Chiyun also had severe mysophobia.

He would never want anything someone else had touched.

She had already been intimate with Cheng Wenque.

Yet he didn’t divorce her, didn’t kill her, but came to continue pursuing her instead.

Thinking of this, the smile on Pu Jinyu’s lips deepened.

She looped her arms around the man’s neck.

Breathing softly, she leaned towards him, “He kissed me.”

“He kissed deeply too.”

This was the first thing she had said to him since that incident.

So infuriating…

Infuriating wasn’t even the word.

He wanted to kill her, bite her, strangle her.

When had he ever discovered she could be so provocative?

His understanding of her had always been superficial, so little.

But the infuriating part was, despite her being so rebellious, so infuriating, he still couldn’t bring himself to purely hate her.

Instead, he grew even more curious.

“You insist on provoking me, don’t you?”

She knew exactly what to say, how to lie, to give him the answer he wanted to hear.

But she had to pierce through it, pour oil on the flames of his anger.

How much more did she want to revel in his discomfiture?

For the first time, he realized she was actually quite wicked.

Yan Chiyun laughed coldly, pinching her chin, looking at her expression of one watching from afar.

Angry, he lowered his head and kissed her again.

This time, she slightly turned her head to avoid him, but her resistance was futile.

He quickly wore it down, controlling her cheeks, holding her chin, kissing in and out of her fragrant, soft lips, launching a new round of plunder and conquest.

Pu Jinyu felt the immense force of his kiss.

Her lips hurt, becoming engorged, perhaps even chapped.

In any case, she tasted a faint hint of blood.

It wasn’t just her; Yan Chiyun tasted it too.

He slowly stopped, looking at the woman’s smudged face and lips.

The corner of her mouth was broken—where Madam Pu had hit her.

Madam Pu had slapped her face swollen and split her lip.

His furious, violent kiss had reopened the unhealed wound, spreading the taste of blood between them, pulling him slightly back to reason.

He looked at her face, originally thinking she might soften for a moment, since the corner of her mouth was broken, her lips swollen and bleeding.

But she showed no sign of it.

She still gazed at him quietly, her pupils beautiful and moist, seemingly clear at a glance, yet he couldn’t fathom her at all.

Couldn’t see through her eyes, yet felt her provocation.

Blood seeped from the corner of her mouth, yet she still smiled, a smile brimming with mockery.

Even her earlier resistance was a feigned provocation.

Her hand had already hooked around his neck, yet she pretended to turn her head.

He wasn’t foolish enough not to perceive it.

A flicker of pity and hesitation passed through Yan Chiyun’s eyes.

His somber, fierce expression undiminished, he raised his hand to cover her eyes, severing the gaze between them.

He covered her lips again.

This time, the kiss wasn’t too hard, nor did it last too long.

He kissed downwards, following her delicate chin, where his fingermarks and her smudged rouge still remained.

Pu Jinyu felt the man’s kisses travel downwards.

He used his teeth to bite open the collar of her undergarments, his warm kisses lingering over her heart, lingering there for a long time.

He didn’t just kiss; he even gently bit her, using his warm, large palms to control her, to bully her.

Pu Jinyu didn’t hold back at all.

She let herself emit uncontrollable muffled groans and gasps, tightening her arms around the man’s neck.

The woman’s soft, stifled moans made his blood boil.

Thinking that if he had arrived just a moment later today, she and that Cheng Wenque would have done all kinds of intimate things.

She would have writhed and moaned like this beneath Cheng Wenque too.

Cheng Wenque would have also seen her enchanting, captivating demeanor.

It made him want to personally kill that bastard who seduced her, who wanted to sleep with her.

That kick had been too gentle.

She was his wife, his only bedmate.

How could she be unfaithful, have an affair?

It seemed he had been too gentle, too accommodating, hadn’t satisfied her, making her desires unfulfilled, so she went looking outside.

She wasn’t even picky anymore.

Look at that Cheng Wenque, what was he?

Apart from a slightly passable face, what other merits did that man have?

A useless piece of trash who couldn’t even withstand one of his kicks.

Did he have the stamina?

Could he satisfy her?

Tonight’s Yan Chiyun seemed to have torn off his gentle, refined facade.

His onslaught was truly fierce.

Pu Jinyu was indeed somewhat overwhelmed, because the last time she had slept with him was long ago, dating back to before Yan Huaixiao’s wedding banquet.

And that time, she had initiated initially.

Halfway through, she felt very tired and wanted to stop.

In the end, Yan Chiyun had taken over the messy situation.

He was in pain, but kept considering her feelings.

Even though he was left unsatisfied, he hadn’t continued for long.

Ha, pretentious man.

Strip away his noble and polite exterior, wasn’t he also like a beast?

Even if his character and talent were the most outstanding in the capital, so what?

Wasn’t he still a gluttonous beast in human skin, here in the Yan residence, likewise devouring people without spitting out the bones?

A flash of disgust passed through Pu Jinyu’s eyes.

She closed her eyes, her long, thick lashes trembling with tears, her full lips slightly parted, allowing his conquest, allowing herself to sink and fall without resistance.

Yan Chiyun couldn’t see her expression, only heard her petulant, overflowing moans.

How could they sound so good, stirring him so immensely?

His fondness for her, accompanying the intimate rise and fall, almost completely overshadowed his disgust for her.

Yan Chiyun had drawn as close as possible, with nowhere left to kiss, nowhere left to retreat, yet he was still insatiable.

Pu Jinyu sobbed, listening to his deep, questioning voice amidst his movements.

“Did he come?” he asked like this.

She sniffled, refusing to answer.

He reached out to wipe the tears and sweat from the woman, then asked again, “Did he touch here?”

“Did he?

Did he?”

Pu Jinyu screamed and cried, tears falling.

She couldn’t take it anymore, lowered her head, and bit hard onto the man’s shoulder.

The force she used to bite was truly immense, as if she wanted to tear the flesh from his shoulder.

Tears and sweat mixed with rouge, streaming down her face to her lips.

Tears fell onto Yan Chiyun’s shoulder, onto the bleeding wound she had bitten, spreading a patch of stinging pain.

He turned her face, cupped the back of her head, and kissed her lips again.

This time, there was less ferocity, more tenderness added.

His kisses not only lingered on her lips but even moved to her cheeks, especially the injured area.

They were as gentle as warm feathers, lightly brushing her profile.

Listening to the sounds, Pu Jinyu felt as if a rain had started outside.

She was forced into this rain, drenched through and through.

Time passed unknowingly.

In the dead of night, the entanglement within the curtains finally stopped.

Pu Jinyu collapsed limply by the bedside, motionless, her breathing long and slow.

Her long hair was scattered everywhere, intertwined with the man’s hair, sticking together even more because both of their long hair was soaked.

Yan Chiyun held her, silent as always.

She didn’t speak, and he didn’t open his mouth either.

Until the lingering warmth within the curtains gradually dissipated, Yan Chiyun sensed she was about to fall asleep amidst the disarray.

He opened his mouth to say something, remembered her coldness, and finally fell silent, his face cold.

He picked her up and walked towards the bathroom.

The young maids had already prepared the hot water.

Pu Jinyu had indeed originally planned to just sleep like that, because she was truly too tired.

Her legs were so sore they didn’t feel like her own; standing up was difficult.

She also thought that after Yan Chiyun’s plunder and release, he would leave directly.

She hadn’t expected him to, as always, carry her to bathe.

Soaking entirely in the warm bathtub, she finally barely came to her senses.

Lifting her eyelashes, she saw the man’s narrow, lean waist as he walked back and forth in front of her, fetching a cloth for her, as if he intended to bathe her himself.

Yan Chiyun had been looking for soap.

Seeing the bottles and jars of rouge and powder, and the medicine porcelain jar, he couldn’t help but pause for a moment.

Turning around to meet her eyes, seeing her badly smudged face, looking at her swollen cheek, it was terribly swollen.

He frowned at her face, thinking about the viciousness Madam Pu had used, his brow furrowing deeper.

Pu Jinyu didn’t know what he was thinking.

She only assumed that with the injury on her face, she looked ugly, which was why he stared at her appearance for so long, even looking somewhat angry.

Or perhaps he didn’t want to see her, because seeing her reminded him of her betrayal.

She was the first to look away, slightly rising, leaning over to take the cloth from his hand.

Then, turning her back in the bathtub, she slowly began to wipe herself down.

Yan Chiyun saw her thin, pale shoulders.

Her back still bore the fingermarks he had left, especially vivid on her cold, pale spine.

For a moment, he couldn’t help but think of their entanglement again.

She turned her back, clearly not wanting him to help wash her.

She still didn’t want him to see her without makeup, still shutting him out.

Yan Chiyun watched her quietly for a long time.

Pu Jinyu completely ignored his presence, washing her wrists and chest.

After about half a cup of tea’s worth of time, the man lifted his foot and left.

He didn’t go to the bathroom opposite, but dressed and went out directly.

Pu Jinyu withdrew her gaze from the screen and began to wash her face.

When she came out, the soiled bedding had been tidied up.

She got onto the bed, lay down, closed her eyes, and slept.

In the other courtyard, Yan Chiyun had also bathed.

Learning from his subordinate that she had already rested, he rubbed his furrowed brow and hummed in acknowledgement.

He didn’t know what had come over him, suddenly going to find Pu, then sleeping with her.

The situation was so chaotic, even he couldn’t sort it out.

For the rest of that night, Yan Chiyun couldn’t sleep at all.

He sat upright in his study until dawn.