The Ruthless Female Forensic Doctor's Husband-Destroying Story

Chapter 45

Seeing that her expression had softened, Yang Huan felt a little relieved. But then he remembered what the doctor had said—that it would take at least two or three months to fully recover—and his face fell again. “I really can’t wait that long…” Before he could finish, seeing that she seemed a little displeased, he quickly changed his words, “I really can’t sleep!”

Xu Shirong thought for a moment, then smiled and said, "Since you can't sleep, I'll read to you. I recently found a few Tang Dynasty notebooks; the stories inside are quite interesting. You can use them to pass the time." With that, she got out of bed, returning with a book in her hand. Seeing Yang Huan's lack of interest, she laughed, "They're all anecdotes from secluded forests, elegantly narrated, and the poems are quite exquisite. Since you don't like reading, I'll read to you. It won't hurt to listen to more."

Yang Huan saw that she had already moved a pillow behind her back and was leaning against it, and she was indeed reading aloud to him, word by word, with intonation and rhythm, explaining any difficult parts. He inwardly groaned, but not wanting to offend her, he could only reluctantly lie there and listen. The interesting stories she told held no appeal for him, so he could only listen in silence. Fortunately, her voice was sweet and melodious, so he treated it as a lullaby, and the medicine he had taken earlier also contained a sleeping pill. After reading a dozen pages, Xu Shirong was enjoying the reading and was about to ask him for his thoughts when she heard a steady snore beside her. Looking down, she saw that he had already fallen asleep, his head tilted to the side.

Xu Shirong sighed inwardly, realizing she was wasting her breath. She went downstairs, blew out the lamp, and gently lay down. In the darkness, she thought about his earlier words about her sitting on top of him, and suddenly felt a surge of heat, almost wanting to cover her face. Fortunately, after she had turned her back on him, he didn't insist on doing *that*, which was a relief. If he had really persisted, she truly wouldn't know what to do. He left those crazy words behind and fell asleep peacefully, while she, however, couldn't sleep.

More than half a month passed in the blink of an eye. Yang Huan, being young and strong, recovered quickly, and the skin and flesh on his leg were almost completely healed. The doctor came and examined the bone, saying that it had also healed and there would be no major problems in the future. However, he still advised against getting out of bed and to rest for another month or two. Xu Shirong was delighted to hear this and prepared a generous gift of money to send over.

That evening, after she had tidied up and gotten into bed, she saw Yang Huan looking at her with a grin. She thought he didn't mind because he knew her injuries had healed well. After exchanging a few casual words, Yang Huan pulled a book out from under his pillow and said with a grin, "My wife has been reading to me every night these past few days, which has been very tiring. Now it's my turn to read to you. Just listen."

Xu Shirong didn't mind, just grunted and lay down on the outside. It turned out that Yang Huan had been sleeping on the inside and she on the outside for the sake of convenience when getting up these days.

Yang Huan coughed, turned the page of the book, and read aloud: "Of all things in heaven and earth, man is the most precious. And of all things man desires, none surpasses sexual desire. It follows the laws of heaven and earth, and regulates yin and yang. Those who understand its principles can cultivate their nature and prolong their lives..." As he read, he cautiously peeked at her expression.

Xu Shirong, who had been dozing with her eyes slightly closed, was startled by this. At first, she didn't react, but then she realized what he meant and sat up abruptly, trying to snatch the book from his hand. However, he dodged her with lightning speed and continued, "The heavens rotate to the left and the earth to the right, spring and summer fade and autumn and winter arrive, men sing and women harmonize, this is the natural order of things..." This time, she didn't need to look at it; she had recited it from memory.

Seeing that she couldn't snatch the book from his hand, and also afraid that his dodging might aggravate his injury, Xu Shirong snorted and lay down again, only pulling the quilt to cover herself.

Yang Huan chuckled, leaned closer to her, and recited again: "The man lies on top, kneeling between her thighs, his intention to thrust vertically into her jade gate, as imposing as a pine tree before a deep valley, then performing the nine shallow and one deep method, thus thrusting vertically and horizontally, pulling and stretching to the side, sometimes slow, sometimes fast, sometimes deep, sometimes shallow..."

Xu Shirong initially didn't want to pay him any attention, thinking he would stop once he got bored. However, seeing him getting more and more enthusiastic, and saying things that made people blush, she felt both ashamed and annoyed. She sat up again and snorted, "Your legs aren't even fully healed yet, what are you thinking about!"

Seeing that she had responded, Yang Huan was delighted. He stopped reading and hurriedly flipped through the pages, finding the one he had folded. He handed it to Xu Shirong, grinning, "Look, here. The method I mentioned the other day is one of these thirty moves, called 'Flying Butterfly,' which can also be derived into 'Flying Duck.' The two methods are very similar, only the direction you face is different. Look at this picture, it looks so real..." As he spoke, he held it up in front of her, pointing to the two illustrations.

Xu Shirong glanced at him briefly, then blushed instantly, slapped the book out of his hand, and scolded, "You never sit still..."

Before she could finish speaking, Yang Huan had already grabbed her waist, pulled her onto his lap, and forcefully pressed her head down. He then captured her lips, exploring and teasing her, occasionally sucking on her tongue, the sucking sending a shiver of heat through her. After a long while, he released her mouth slightly, but his hand had already slipped inside her undergarment, caressing her smooth back, then moving down to her shapely buttocks, kneading them a few times before suddenly grabbing them and pushing her up along his chest and abdomen.

Caught off guard, Xu Shirong gasped, then felt a chill on her chest. He had already used his teeth to tear open her clothes, his nose brushing against her delicate pink nipples a few times before taking them into his mouth. His tongue circled around them while he gently nibbled at them, and when he felt them harden, he moved to the other side. His hands were not idle either, lightly caressing her private parts, his fingertips gently stroking the shyly closed petals, tentatively probing inside. This caress seemed to carry an irresistible heat, a tingling heat starting from her lower abdomen and slowly spreading to her limbs, causing her body to tremble slightly.

"No... your injury isn't..."

Xu Shirong suppressed the strange sensation in her body, bracing herself against the pillow she was pressing down on, and tried to lift herself up to shake her head, but he forcibly pressed her down again. This time, he whispered in her ear, licking and nibbling her earlobe, "I really want you... good wife, please grant my wish this once... if you do it like in the book, you definitely won't hurt my leg..."

Xu Shirong's heart pounded like a deer's. If it were up to her, she would never agree to this position, even if she were beaten to death. But now, being held down by him, she feared that struggling would pull on his leg. She hesitated for a moment, then felt a chill. Looking down, she saw that her undergarment and outer garment had been completely stripped away. Her snow-white skin, suddenly exposed to the cold, broke out in a thin layer of goosebumps. She felt both ashamed and flustered, and was somewhat at a loss when Yang Huan pulled the quilt she had just been using to cover herself, draping it over her.

Xu Shirong felt a little more at ease after being covered by the quilt. Yang Huan pressed her down with one hand while the other hand lingered on her petals, soon feeling a wet patch. He could no longer resist and with a little force, he pulled off her underpants and threw them aside, then took off his own.

Xu Shirong was already completely naked when she suddenly felt a strong, erect, hot object pressing against her. She bit her lip, trying to escape from him, but there was no way to get away. Yang Huan slightly thrust forward, and the hard object was already pressed against her already wet and limp vulva. He then lifted her waist and pressed her down, and both of them made a sound. Xu Shirong let out a soft moan due to the discomfort of the sudden intrusion, while Yang Huan let out a long sigh of pleasure.

Xu Shirong buried her face in his chest, not daring to look up. Yang Huan chuckled softly, reached out and lifted her face. Seeing her nervous expression and blushing face, as if she dared not open her eyes to look at him, his heart overflowed with joy. He whispered, "Since things have come to this, my wife, just give in to me. If you're still lazy, I'll do it myself. My leg will probably hurt, and I might have to lie in bed for another three to five months."

As he spoke, his hands already supported her waist, moving her up and down. After only ten or so strokes, Xu Shirong's initial discomfort quickly disappeared, slowly giving way to a strange pleasure. At first, she was somewhat reserved, but unable to resist his coaxing words, and seeing him make a move to roll over and pin her down, fearing she might tear her wound, she gritted her teeth and did as he instructed, sitting up and slowly rubbing against him. She felt a wetness there, making soft, smacking sounds, and after what seemed like an eternity, she was drenched in sweat, her legs weak, and she collapsed back onto him, closing her eyes and panting heavily.

Seeing her panting heavily, Yang Huan knew she was exhausted. Though still unsatisfied, he longed to roll over and pin her down. He had painstakingly coaxed and tricked her into this state tonight, finally fulfilling his long-held desire, and was extremely satisfied. He planned to tease her more later. He pressed down hard on her waist and hips, thrusting forcefully, letting out a low groan. In a wave of intense pleasure, he released himself completely inside her.

The two remained embracing for a while before Xu Shirong finally slid off him. Seeing his eyes sparkling and his lewd smile, she suppressed her embarrassment, tidied themselves up briefly, blew out the lamp, rolled up the covers, and lay down to sleep. She ignored him when he tried to speak to her. She was indeed quite tired from what had just happened, and soon yawned and fell asleep. When she woke up the next day, she found herself and Yang Huan sleeping head to head, having somehow ended up together again the night before.

Chapter 56

Xu Shirong stirred slightly, and Yang Huan opened his eyes as well. Their eyes met, and after a moment of eye contact, he suddenly reached out and touched her cheek, stroking her face and giving her a bright smile.

Xu Shirong had long known that Yang Huan had eyes that seemed to sparkle like peach blossoms when he smiled.

She used to think he was frivolous and slick, but now, those same smiling eyes, paired with his straight nose, slightly thin lips, and sharply defined jaw, filled her with a sense of ease and comfort, as if he had always been this way.

Xu Shirong felt the warmth of his palm as he stroked her face.

"Jiaoniang... I feel you're really different from before, even last night..."

He said half of what he meant and then stopped, gazing at her intently.

Xu Shirong paused for a moment, then smiled and said, "I was just about to say that to you. I think you're quite different from before..."

Yang Huan was taken aback.

Xu Shirong pressed down on the hand that was still touching her face and said slowly, "You used to reek of perfume and alcohol, but now you smell fresh and clean. Your face used to be bruised and swollen from your father's beatings, but now he writes to praise you. I never imagined you would have such courage, that you would jump into the sea to protect the seawall, that you would risk your own safety to protect me..."

The more Yang Huan listened to her, the wider his grin became. He had initially said that because he felt his beloved wife's personality had changed so drastically, even during their time together last night, she seemed like a completely different person. Last night, preoccupied with pleasure, that thought had only fleetingly crossed his mind. But upon waking and seeing her beside him, her rosy cheeks nestled against him, her lips slightly parted, still carrying the scent of jasmine, he was suddenly reminded of the ecstasy of the previous night, and that's why he'd casually mentioned it. Now, hearing her words, he'd completely forgotten his initial thought, his eyes crinkling into slits with laughter, and he chuckled, "My wife is right. Since I'm different from before, it wouldn't make sense if you didn't change too. I just genuinely admire you as you are now, that's why I mentioned it casually."

Xu Shirong knew he wasn't very quick-witted. Seeing that he had said that, she assumed he really believed it, so she smiled and got up to help him change.

Yang Huan was a restless person, and after being confined to the house for more than half a month, he was already clamoring to go out. At first, Xu Shirong had forcibly kept him inside, but seeing how much he was complaining and how much his leg injury had indeed healed, and thinking that he needed some sunshine after being cooped up indoors for so long, she finally let him out. When he complained about wanting to go to the seaside for inspection again, she stopped him without a word, only instructing County Magistrate Mu to come and report on the progress regularly, and Yang Huan finally gave up. In the evenings, having tasted the sweetness of the previous encounter, he was unwilling to let go, relentlessly pursuing her every night. If things had been alright like that time, she might have responded, but his various tricks were so embarrassing that she naturally ignored him. Only when she couldn't resist did she reluctantly give in to his wishes once or twice out of ten. Yang Huan was beautiful, but he always felt it wasn't enough, and he only hoped that he would recover soon, so that he could indulge his desires and enjoy a passionate night of lovemaking.

He was injured in mid-November and recuperated for more than half a month until the end of December. Things had already piled up early. Now that he and his wife were living alone, the household was simpler, except for the New Year's gifts sent to the Grand Commandant's Mansion in the capital, the Xu Mansion, and the Lu family in Tongzhou Prefecture. The comings and goings within Qingmen County were also becoming more frequent. Xu Shirong wasn't very good at these things, but fortunately, Xiao Que had seen a lot of things at the Grand Commandant's Mansion before, and had become increasingly capable since arriving, offering guidance and assistance in many ways.

It was already the second Lunar New Year, their first since leaving the capital for Qingmen County. Yang Huan's injury had also greatly healed; the peach wood splints had long been removed, and he could walk slowly, though he still couldn't engage in strenuous activities like running or jumping. That day, when he returned from the seawall, Xu Shirong asked him about his patrol. Before she could say more than a few words, he pulled her into the warm tent. After a passionate encounter, seeing her hairpin askew, her pillow piled high, and her clothes half-exposed, revealing her snow-white, jade-like skin, smooth and silky to the touch, he immediately rolled over and pressed himself against her.

Xu Shirong tried to stop him, but her hand was pressed against the side of the pillow and she couldn't move. She couldn't help but scold him, "Aren't you ashamed in broad daylight?"

Yang Huan chuckled and said, "So what if it's daytime? I won't let you off this time. I just took a walk on the pond and felt great. My legs aren't uneven, and there's no pain. If you keep making excuses, I'll make sure you get a good night's sleep and stay awake until dawn!" As he spoke, he began to remove her clothes.

Xu Shirong was taken aback by his threat. Although it seemed unlikely from a physiological perspective, she recalled how energetically he had been on the bed when his legs were still injured. If she really provoked him, she feared she might not be able to handle it now. Seeing that his injury was indeed much better, she closed her eyes, thinking she would let it go. Suddenly remembering that the door seemed to be unlocked when he came in, and fearing someone might break in, she opened her eyes again, pushed him away, and said she would go and lock the door.

Seeing that she had given in, Yang Huan waited smugly for her to return and make his move. But just as she walked out of the cubicle, Xiao Que knocked on the door and delivered a letter, saying that it had just arrived from the Xu family in the capital by fast horse, and that the messenger was waiting outside.

Xu Shirong was startled, stunned for a moment before realizing that the Xu family was her maternal family. She hurriedly tore open the letter sealed with wax, read it at a glance, and stood there dumbfounded.

Yang Huan waited for a long time but did not see her return. Hearing Xiao Que's voice outside, which seemed to be about a letter from home, he became suspicious and got up to go to the next room. He saw her holding a letter in her hand and standing there in a daze. He took it and glanced at it briefly before exclaiming in surprise, "Your mother-in-law is seriously ill and misses you. She wants you to return to the capital immediately?"

Xu Shirong looked up at him.

Since arriving and becoming Xu Jiaoniang, she had only seen Madam Xu twice. The first time was a few days after she woke up; Madam Xu, hearing of her daughter's eye ailment, rushed over with several of her sisters-in-law to confront her. At that time, she couldn't see her face, only heard her voice. The second time was several months later when she was leaving the capital with Yang Huan to take up her post, and only then did she return to the Xu residence to bid farewell to her parents, brothers, and sisters-in-law. On both occasions, due to a psychological distance, she didn't speak much, simply performing the proper courtesies before leaving. In truth, although Madam Xu was her current mother, she was practically no different from a stranger.

Xu Shirong's mother died young, and her father remarried. Even now, she sometimes feels a pang of sadness when she thinks about it. Although Madam Xu's words could be somewhat sharp towards others, she was incredibly loving towards her daughter. When she bid farewell, her eyes were glistening with tears, and she even told her daughter not to let her absurd husband suppress her, secretly slipping her some money. Her love for her daughter was evident in her words. Now, suddenly hearing that her daughter was seriously ill and said she missed her, after a flurry of activity, she felt a slight anxiety in her heart. Forgetting Yang Huan, remembering that the Xu family's messenger was still there, she hurried to the front hall.

The messenger was a servant of the Xu family. When he saw Xu Shirong come out, he was about to bow respectfully when she stopped him and asked, "How...how is my mother?"