Chapter 124: Don’t Be Mad—I’ll Make It Up to You with an Even Bigger One
Nan Xun was mortified beyond measure. Fortunately, something was covering her eyes, sparing her from having to witness this wanton scene with her own eyes.
“Brother Han, you don’t seem to have taken off your clothes. Like this, you really look like a beast in gentleman’s clothing,” Nan Xun mocked him, trying to distract herself from certain embarrassing sensations.
Yan Han’s lips moved to her ear, and he let out a deep, low laugh—so sensual it made her ears tingle. “Yaoyao, I am a beast in gentleman’s clothing, but I’m only a beast to you alone. Since Yaoyao likes it when I’m not wearing clothes, I’ll take them off right now.”
Nan Xun froze, then hurriedly said, “No, no, no! You really don’t need to!”
However, Yan Han tore off his robes in just a few swift motions and then pressed himself down firmly.
The bed curtains were lowered. The bed rocked, the earth seemed to tremble, and some poor pancake being seared let out a sorrowful cry.
Nan Xun was scorched until she burned once halfway through, exhausted to the point of fainting. When she woke up again, she was in Yan Han’s arms, her eyes still covered with cloth.
But the moment she noticed that her entire body was wrapped in warm flowing water, she cursed “beast” several times in her heart.
That certain beast stroked her smooth, silky body, his fingertips gliding over every inch as he said with satisfaction, “Yaoyao, now your body is covered with my marks. You belong to me.”
Nan Xun didn’t dare move, afraid that the beast might lose control again at the slightest provocation.
But even when she didn’t move, the beast still lost control.
“Yaoyao, your bath tub is too small. Just now, it could barely fit two people sitting down—there was no room to do anything else,” said the beast, already inflamed.
Nan Xun: …
So what the hell are you trying to do?
If you knew the tub was small, why did you squeeze in anyway? It’s already a miracle it didn’t collapse under you!
But the very next second, Nan Xun realized that this beast had absolutely no bottom line.
The beast said, “Yaoyao, let’s stand up. You hold onto the edge of the tub.”
Nan Xun: …
And so the beast coaxed and tricked her into being pressed down again to “cook pancakes.”
Later, with a loud crash, the bath tub fell apart completely, water flooding the entire room.
Cui Huan, who heard the noise outside, was jolted awake by the commotion. She rushed in and saw the mess all over the floor, and behind the screen, the vague silhouettes of two figures.
She instantly understood how the bath tub had cracked. Using the fastest speed of her life, she cleaned up the scene and then quietly withdrew.
Behind the screen, Nan Xun felt utterly ashamed to face anyone. In her anger, she yanked the cloth off her face.
But Yan Han was even faster—by the time she blinked, a mask was already back on his face.
Nan Xun was astonished by his speed. Fire was pent up in her heart, and when he wasn’t paying attention, she kicked him hard.
Yan Han’s defensive instincts were formidable. He blocked her kick with his hand, then seized her foot and pulled her toward him.
Nan Xun stumbled straight into his arms and was held tightly against his chest.
“You shameless bastard! If you dare do this again, I’ll divorce you!” Nan Xun threatened fiercely.
Yan Han’s arms tightened abruptly. “You wouldn’t dare!”
As if realizing his tone was too harsh, he immediately softened it, his voice gentle and tinged with remorse. “Yaoyao, I know you’re angry that I broke your bath tub. Next time, I’ll get you an even bigger and better one. Don’t be angry anymore, hm?”
Nan Xun: … Damn it, that’s not what she was angry about!
Yan Han held the woman in his arms, who was now wearing only a robe. She was his wife, after all, and he couldn’t help himself—his hand slipped inside to touch her.
The softness made his mind sway.
“Brother Han, before I really lose my temper, you should seriously get lost,” Nan Xun said, slapping away his wandering hand.
Yan Han held her and stole another lingering, passionate kiss before finally saying reluctantly, “I do have some matters to deal with. I’ll be leaving now, Yaoyao. I’ll come see you anytime.”
Once he finally rolled away, Nan Xun sighed repeatedly. “Little Eight, the current him really is the big boss. It feels like after last night, he became a completely different person—kind of like, kind of like—”
“Like a hot-blooded young boy who’s just fallen in love and can’t get enough,” Little Eight supplied helpfully.
Nan Xun was instantly speechless.
When she thought about it that way, it really did seem a bit like that—but was it possible? It was kind of unbelievable.
She’d thought he was an experienced old hand, but it turned out he was a pure, innocent grown man?
This kind of life went on for nearly a month. Every day, Nan Xun was either “making pancakes” or “making pancakes.” If her body weren’t incapable of conceiving, she would’ve started to suspect she could give birth to ten at once.
Yan Mohan—that shameless, despicable scoundrel!
“Little Eight, I don’t think this can go on. There won’t be any real breakthrough like this. I think in another month or so, we’ll have to find a way to uncover the truth,” Nan Xun said thoughtfully.
Little Eight was puzzled. “Why uncover the truth? The big boss’s malice value has been dropping quite a lot lately—it’s already down to 25.”
“Didn’t you notice? The malice value hasn’t moved at all for nearly half a month. It’s probably already saturated. Unless something else happens, it’ll stay at this level even if another year passes.”
Little Eight was startled. “Baby, you suddenly becoming this proactive is such a surprise to me.”
In truth, it suspected Nan Xun just didn’t want to keep making pancakes, which was why she’d become so “proactive.” But what she said made sense—if this kept up, the big boss would be the only one enjoying himself, and if he didn’t lower the malice value afterward, that would be way too scummy. A person that scummy absolutely couldn’t be let off easy—he had to be tortured properly.
Just as the woman and beast were discussing how to uncover Yan Han’s “true face,” an unexpected guest suddenly arrived at Chimu Palace.
Nan Xun was in the courtyard airing out bedding with Cui Huan when a white figure suddenly flew in from outside the courtyard.
The newcomer wore a white brocade robe, a jade crown on his head, and a fine-quality jade pendant at his waist. His features were handsome, his demeanor gentle and refined, like warm jade.
Nan Xun searched her memories and immediately recognized his identity.
Prince Xian, Yan Moyu—the previous life’s Qin Buyao’s… lover.
“Cui Huan, you may withdraw. I have something to say to your mistress,” Yan Moyu said, his gaze fixed on the woman before him, distant and unfamiliar.
Cui Huan clearly recognized Prince Xian as well. She glanced nervously toward the courtyard gate, not even knowing what she was panicking about.
“This servant will wait at the courtyard entrance. For my lady’s sake, Prince Xian, it would be best if you don’t stay too long,” Cui Huan said, bowing before leaving.
At the very moment she closed the courtyard gate, the look in Yan Moyu’s eyes changed abruptly, becoming fervent and tinged with pain.
Nan Xun: …
She suddenly understood why Yan Moyu was what Little Eight called a “child of destiny.” He was far too good at changing faces. In front of others, he always appeared detached from fame and fortune, completely uninterested in the throne—fooling all the officials, and even fooling Yan Mohan in her previous life.
Yan Moyu suddenly stepped forward.
Before Nan Xun could react, she was pulled straight into his embrace.
