Chapter 2: Pouncing on the Commander

She couldn’t help but entertain wild thoughts: Brother Lang didn’t push her away, so perhaps he wasn’t really that opposed to her closeness?

The last shred of reason in Fu Junyao’s mind completely snapped. Never mind the consequences – she wanted him! She would go all out!

“Brother Lang, I’ve been drugged. I feel like I’m about to explode from the discomfort. I don’t want to die, please help me.” Fu Junyao’s eyes were dazed, her voice soft and sticky yet carrying a seductive hook.

“Brother Lang, I beg you”

“Brother Lang, please”

Fu Junyao called out repeatedly, each utterance charming and bewitching.

Cheng Honglang’s body stiffened, not daring to move an inch.

Fu Junyao understood clearly in her heart – if she missed this opportunity, there might never be another!

Since Brother Lang remained motionless, she mustered her courage and reached out with trembling hands to pull at Cheng Honglang’s clothes.

“Don’t, A’Yao, this isn’t right.Cheng Honglang grabbed Fu Junyao’s hands in panic.

Fu Junyao buried her face against his neck, moving restlessly with impatience. By accident, her lips brushed against his Adam’s apple. “Brother Lang, do you want to watch me be tormented to death?”

“I feel so terrible!” Fu Junyao suddenly pulled back from his embrace, pulled out the hairpin from her hair, and stabbed it fiercely toward herself.

Cheng Honglang reacted swiftly, grabbing her wrist in time. The hairpin fell into the water with a “plop.”

“Brother Lang—” Tears welled up in Fu Junyao’s eyes.

Cheng Honglang’s entire body stiffened, and his grip on Fu Junyao’s hand loosened.

Fu Junyao’s movements became urgent and disorderly, and soon Cheng Honglang’s clothes were pulled into disarray by her.
A small boat drifted and swayed on the lake.

Meanwhile, in the waterside pavilion on shore, Feng Ning led a large crowd as he kicked the door open with imposing manners.

Inside the room, incense rose from the burner with a cloyingly sweet fragrance – this was the aphrodisiac incense she had ordered lit, and she knew exactly how potent it was. So she instinctively covered her nose and mouth.

The bed curtains were drawn low.

Feng Ning put on a show of being heartbroken and, without a second thought, lashed out: “Fu Junyao, you fickle slut! How could you do this to me?”

“The day after tomorrow is our wedding day, yet you’re cheating on me behind my back!”

However, after his words fell, though everyone craned their necks waiting for the drama to unfold…

They waited and waited, but the bed remained silent. There wasn’t a single sound.

Feng Ning stepped forward and yanked open the bed curtains, only to find the bed empty. The expected scandalous scene was nowhere to be seen.

The crowd who had come to watch the spectacle exchanged glances for a moment. They all felt somewhat disappointed.

Was this it? They had brought a whole crowd to witness his failed scheme against his fiancée.

He had become the joke himself.

Feng Ning gritted his teeth – she had managed to escape!

Outwardly maintaining his composure, he immediately dispatched all his men to search for her as soon as he left!

Back at Fu Manor’s Zhiyi Court, Fu Junyao’s personal maid Fuliu entered holding flower branches and was utterly terrified to find Fu Junyao inexplicably lying on the bed, clothes torn, obvious marks on her body, and unconscious!

Seeing the young mistress in this state, what had happened was easy to imagine.

The day after tomorrow was the young mistress’s wedding, and now this had occurred – what should she do?

No, she couldn’t let anyone discover this!

Coming to her senses, Fuliu threw aside the flower branches and rushed forward, first changing Fu Junyao’s clothes.

The violently torn garments were directly thrown into the brazier.

After dealing with the clothes, she then took ointment and carefully applied it to her mistress, weeping as she tended to the wounds.

Her young mistress’s fate was truly too bitter. She lost her mother at three and grew up under the care of a concubine, raised to be reticent and unassertive, suffering countless hidden grievances both openly and covertly.

Finally, she had found a handsome and lively ideal husband, and it seemed happiness was within reach—how could such a thing happen now!

Wasn’t the young mistress supposed to be at the Old Man of the Moon Temple with Third Miss?

If the young mistress has returned like this, where is Third Miss? Could this matter be related to her?

“It’s terrible, it’s terrible! Sister Fuliu, Third Miss and the Master are coming this way with a large group of maids and matrons, and they look furious!” The voice of the young maid Xiang’er, trembling with tears, suddenly rang out in the courtyard.

Fuliu sprang to her feet, glanced at the person on the bed, then sharply turned to look at the little maid shouting in the courtyard, her mind buzzing!

Her instinct told her that no one must see the young mistress in this state.

But the young mistress is still unconscious—what should they do?

“What should we do now?” The little maid was on the verge of tears!

Fu Junyao was having a dream. In it, Cheng Honglang glared at her with a dark expression, viciously demanding why she had ruined his innocence.

While claiming he was no longer pure, he suddenly drew a blade and slashed it across his own neck.
“No!”

Fu Junyao screamed, her eyes flying open as she scrambled upright.

Seeing Fu Junyao awake, Fuliu hurried over to support her. “Young mistress, you’re awake. Did you have a nightmare?”

Such a piercing scream—the young mistress must have been terribly frightened.

She was always so withdrawn from worldly conflicts—who could have done this to their young mistress!

“Quick, help me freshen up. I need to see Brother Lang,” Fu Junyao said urgently, only to realize her voice was hoarse!

She hastily covered her mouth.

Fuliu assumed the young mistress wanted to seek Master Cheng’s help in setting things right.

After all, before the eldest young master left the capital, he had entrusted Master Cheng with looking after the young mistress.

As for the young mistress trusting Master Cheng more than her own father, Fuliu found it completely understandable.

Master Cheng was, after all, upright and exceptionally capable, more reliable than the Master.

Not daring to delay, Fuliu quickly helped Fu Junyao out of bed.

The little maid was startled by Fu Junyao. “Young mistress? The young mistress is here! Thank goodness!”

She had thought the Master’s furious arrival meant the concubine had stirred up trouble again, intending to punish them.

The moment Fu Junyao stood, her legs gave way, and she nearly collapsed. At the same time, a sharp pain shot through her and sweat instantly beaded on her forehead.

Fuliu used all her strength to steady her.

Fu Junyao wanted to bury her face in her hands. She couldn’t stop it then, and now she was paying the price!
In her current state, there was no way she could go see anyone!

“Young mistress, Third Miss and the Master are here with their people,” Xiang’er quickly informed her.

Just as Fu Junyao, supported by Fuliu, settled onto the soft couch by the window, the courtyard gate was kicked open with a loud “bang!”

A crowd of people surged in.

Too weak to stand, Fu Junyao could only sit still, furrowing her brow as she struggled to remain calm.

“Ungrateful daughter! The day after tomorrow is your wedding—you—”

Amid the roar, Fu Xiao stormed into the room. His eyes fell on Fu Junyao’s composed face, and he snatched a teacup from the table, hurling it to the ground.

“Bang!” The teacup shattered into pieces across the floor.

Fu Xiao looked at Fu Junyao with exasperation: “Are you stupid? How could you be so careless! What will become of you from now on!”

Fu Junyao lifted her indifferent gaze to Fu Qingqing standing behind Fu Xiao, struggling to keep her voice steady, yet it still carried an uncontrollable tremor: “When did you return, little sister?”

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