Mi esposa se sube al muro

Capítulo 32

Seeing that she suddenly turned cold, Yang Huan immediately regretted it. He should have kept a close eye on that Xu from now on. He shouldn't have brought up this mess in front of her, ruining the atmosphere he had worked so hard to create. He nodded and hurriedly climbed into bed. After Xu Shirong blew out the lamp and lay down, a little while later, they heard Yang Huan groan softly outside.

"What's wrong now?"

"Jiaoniang... I... I have a bit of a headache..."

Xu Shirong was startled. Remembering what Madam Lu had said, she subconsciously felt that he had caught a cold. She quickly reached out and touched his forehead. It was warm to the touch and not very hot. She breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Should we go and ask a doctor to take a look?"

"No need... It's so late, it wouldn't be good to disturb others, I'll just stay awake..."

Although Xu Shirong had some doubts, seeing him huddled there motionless and hearing his weak voice, she realized she had gone too far during the day, forcing him into the water and almost costing him his life. A sense of guilt welled up in her heart, and she sighed, saying softly, "If you're really feeling unwell, you can't endure this. We should go and call a doctor..."

Before she could finish speaking, Yang Huan grabbed her hand again and placed it on his stomach, groaning, "I had a headache earlier, and when you touched it, it felt soft and cool, and I felt much better. Now my stomach is a bit uncomfortable again, probably because I drank dirty water today. Maybe even some small fish and shrimp swam into my stomach, and they're still jumping around. Rub it for me again..."

He'd gone a bit overboard this time, and Xu Shirong immediately realized what he meant. She wanted to scold him, but instead, she chuckled and cursed, "Do you think my hands are magic pills? A few touches and it's all over! Hurry up and behave yourself and go to sleep, or I'll kick you out!"

Seeing that he had been exposed, Yang Huan was not ashamed and simply went all out, groaning loudly, "It really hurts. Hurry up and touch it, I can't sleep if you don't touch it..." As he spoke, he had already pulled her hand and started touching her stomach.

Xu Shirong was both amused and annoyed. She had wronged him today, and couldn't maintain a cold demeanor. If she didn't go along with him, this man, with his thick skin, would probably keep pestering her. Helpless, she could only laugh and haphazardly rub his skin a few times, thinking she could get rid of him and go to sleep. But in the dark, she accidentally touched a protrusion. Even through the clothes, it felt soft yet firm to the touch. Startled, she realized what she had done, let out a soft "ah," and quickly withdrew her hand, her face already flushed.

Author's Note: Thank you fanqiyu2008 for the thunder... Thank you everyone.

To clarify, Yang Huan fell into the Bian River the last time because, when he was in his late teens, he harassed a young girl selling fried dough sticks, and his future aunt pulled him into the river. Because it was a shameful incident, he tried his best to hide it and didn't want his beloved wife to know.

Chapter Thirty-Eight

Xu Shirong accidentally touched his groin, and her hand recoiled as if pricked by a needle. With a soft cry, she grabbed the thin quilt, wrapped it around herself, and lay down inside.

Yang Huan had been lying there, deliberately humming to coax her into rubbing his stomach a few times, but then he felt a tickle and couldn't hold back any longer. Just as he was about to laugh, he suddenly felt her hand touch him there. Although he quickly moved it away, he was still startled, and all the blood rushed to his head, instantly making him hard. He saw her pull the blanket over herself and lie down on her back. But how could he let such a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity slip by? His heart burst with joy, and he couldn't resist any longer. He pounced on her and hugged her tightly from behind.

Xu Shirong had accidentally touched the wrong place and was momentarily flustered, so she hastily lay down to cover herself. Before her heartbeat had calmed down, she felt an arm tightly wrap around her waist, and Yang Huan took the opportunity to press down on her from behind.

Xu Shirong was startled and instinctively reached out to push him away. Yang Huan, however, was an experienced man, and this gesture, in his eyes, became a feigned reluctance. He chuckled softly, and with a swift movement, he grabbed her wrist. Seeing that she was about to bend her leg as if to kick him, he quickly held her down as well.

Xu Shirong was already used to his submissive manner in front of her. But seeing him suddenly become so fierce, pressing her down so hard that she couldn't move, she struggled a few times but couldn't break free. Instead, she saw his head pressing down lower and lower, his hot breath brushing against her face. She was both ashamed and angry, and said hatefully, "Yang Huan, how dare you..." Before she could finish speaking, she only managed two sobs as his lips sealed her mouth.

Xu Shirong's mind went completely blank for a moment, and she became somewhat at a loss, her jaw clenched tightly. Seeing that he couldn't open her mouth, Yang Huan's tongue skillfully swept back and forth across her lips, quickly making them wet and slippery.

"My dear wife... open your little mouth and let me have a bite..."

Yang Huan licked and kissed her lips while coaxing her in a muffled voice. His hands were not idle either, having already slipped inside her bodice and covered her breasts, kneading and squeezing them.

Perhaps because he had been suppressing his feelings for months, his tongue swept across his lips gently, but his hand movements were somewhat rough. He touched and pinched a small cherry, and began to rub it back and forth.

Caught off guard, Xu Shirong's delicate body was pinched painfully, and she snapped out of her daze in pain. Ashamed and angry, she struggled free from his grasp.

After a series of entanglements, Yang Huan was deeply aroused and caught off guard. Although she pushed him off, he wasn't about to let go easily and crawled back, panting heavily. Unable to see her face, he could only hear her heavy breathing in the darkness. He assumed she had been aroused and grew bolder, this time reaching directly to pull down her panties. But just as he touched the edge, he received a heavy kick to the lower abdomen. Caught off guard, he tumbled off the bed. This caused quite a commotion: a ripping sound, a thud, and then a cry of "Ouch!"

Xu Shirong kicked Yang Huan off the bed, and all she heard was a clattering sound. After a while, all other sounds ceased, but Yang Huan continued to groan and cry out. Fearing that the loud noise would attract attention in the dead of night, she suppressed her displeasure, got off the bed, and groped for a lamp. Only then did she see the mess on the floor. The ripping sound was from the bed curtains being torn when Yang Huan rolled off the bed and fell to the floor; the clanging sound was from an ebony stool that had been knocked over when he rolled onto the floor; and the cries of pain were from Yang Huan himself.

Seeing that Xu Shirong had lit the lamp and was just standing there frowning at him without checking on him, Yang Huan felt bitter and angry. He stopped crying out in pain, covered his forehead with one hand and his private parts with the other, and shouted at Xu Shirong, "You heartless woman! You pushed me into the river during the day, and now you've kicked me in the groin, even making my forehead swell up! You're really trying to murder your husband!"

As he spoke, he lowered his hand. Xu Shirong looked at it under the lamplight and saw a red swelling on his forehead, which he guessed was from bumping into the hard corner of the stool earlier.

Xu Shirong, still somewhat angry, saw his disheveled state and remembered that she had acted rashly in the darkness, and her kick hadn't been light. She feared she had truly hurt him. Though a hint of regret crossed her mind, she coldly sneered, "Serves you right for being so ungrateful, taking advantage of a little kindness. It's just a lesson; remember it next time!"

Seeing her furrowed brows and tightly pursed lips in the candlelight, Yang Huan felt a pang of sadness and anger. He shook his head, struggled to his feet, and, still feeling a sharp pain in his lower abdomen, bent over and hastily pulled at his outer garment, throwing it on haphazardly. As he walked out, he muttered incoherently, "I can't live like this anymore! To run into such a heartless woman. I'll just have to do what I have to do, I won't suffer any more!" With that, he stepped out the door and disappeared without a trace.

The commotion in the room had attracted the attention of Xiao Que, who was staying in the outer room, and another maid sent by the Lu family to fetch servants. Seeing that her young master had left without a word, Xiao Que hurriedly ran in and said, "Madam, where is the young master going in the middle of the night? Should we call him back?"

Xu Shirong glanced at the doorway, but Yang Huan was nowhere to be seen. A wave of annoyance washed over her, but she simply said, "Let him go. A grown man like him, what's there to be afraid of getting lost?"

Xiao Que paused. Although she seemed indifferent to Xu Shirong's words, her brows were furrowed and her expression was not as natural as usual. Xiao Que didn't dare to say anything more and hurriedly came in to help up the stool that was still lying on the ground. She looked up suddenly and saw the curtain with a big tear on the bed. She was startled and looked at Xu Shirong with some suspicion before saying, "Please wait a moment, Madam. I will go and change it into a new one."

"No need. We have to get up early tomorrow morning to continue our journey, so you should go back and rest."

Xu Shirong suppressed his irritation and spoke in a gentle tone.

Xiao Que said "oh," glanced at her again, and then left with another maid, gently closing the door behind them.

Xu Shirong had just told Xiao Que to go and rest, but she herself was wide awake. Sitting alone at the table, gazing at the dim lamplight, she rested her chin on her hand for a long time. Suddenly, she felt the lamplight flicker, and heard the rustling sound of rain whistling through the bamboo. She stood up and went to the window, only to find that a sudden storm had broken out outside. Just then, a gust of wind, carrying raindrops, swept across the veranda, bringing a chill to her face, and even the lamp on the table behind her was blown out with a whoosh.

Xu Shirong closed the window and groped her way back to bed. She wrapped herself tightly in the quilt, yet still felt a chill. She finally fell asleep, but even in her dream, she seemed to hear the sound of rain pattering through bamboo groves. The next morning, upon waking, she opened her eyes and instinctively looked to her side, only to find it empty. A sudden sense of unease washed over her.

After washing up and having breakfast, Xu Shirong, along with Madam Lu, directed the servants to load all the trunks and chests onto the carriage. Everything was ready to depart, but Yang Huan was nowhere to be seen. Although Madam Lu had overheard her maid secretly telling her about the events of the previous night, she pretended not to know since her niece wasn't complaining. After a while, seeing Xu Shirong's impatient expression, she quickly pulled her to sit in the hall and hurriedly sent her servants out to inquire about the situation. No sooner had the servants left than a maid rushed in, flustered, and exclaimed, "Madam, something terrible has happened! The gatekeeper just reported that the young man from the Xianle Tower in the east of the city has come looking for us, but he's being stopped at the gate, saying..."

When the girl suddenly spotted Xu Shirong, she became hesitant and stood there speechless.

Madam Lu glanced at Xu Shirong, then stood up and left, the maidservant hurriedly following her. A moment later, the curtain was lifted, and Madam Lu entered. She looked at Xu Shirong, still smiling, but her smile seemed somewhat forced.

"Aunt, the visit from Xianle Tower must be related to Yang Huan, right? What is it? Please tell me."

Xu Shirong glanced at Madam Lu and said slowly.

Madam Lu smiled, then shook her head and said, "Jiaoniang, I'm telling you, you must keep your temper in check and not hurt yourself. Men are bound to be a little flirtatious and unrestrained, especially since he's young. Just be tolerant of him. As he gets older, he'll gradually get better..."

Xu Shirong listened to Madam Lu's long speech, which was mostly meant to comfort her, and smiled slightly, "Aunt, do you think I'm the kind of person who would get angry and ruin my health? Did he go to that brothel again?"

Seeing that she herself had said so, Madam Lu sighed and briefly said what she had just heard.

It turned out that the young man from the Xianle Pavilion had come because a guest had arrived the previous night. Upon entering, the guest ordered a private room with a peony design, a table full of fine food and wine, and four or five young women to keep him company. The brothel staff, seeing his fine clothes and wealthy appearance, complied. Everything was fine until the guest, after drinking some wine, began to complain that the wine was sour and that the young women's makeup was too heavy, saying it stung his nose. He then overturned the table, scattering food and wine everywhere, scaring the girls away. But he didn't stop there; he went on a rampage, smashing everything in the private room to pieces.

The men in the Xianle Tower, seeing him causing trouble, initially had four or five strong men rush forward to subdue him, intending to give him a good beating before sending him to the authorities at dawn. But just as they restrained him, the servant boy he brought with him shouted that this was unacceptable, claiming to be a young master from the capital, his father a Grand Commandant, and his sister a Noble Consort in the palace. They were momentarily intimidated and went to ask the madam. The madam, hearing that this troublemaker was no ordinary person—a relative of Magistrate Lu in the prefecture—wasn't worried about finding someone to pay compensation. With a single order, she let him run wild inside, making a racket until dawn before finally falling asleep. She secretly ordered that the master and servant be kept under watch to prevent them from escaping. At daybreak, she sent a young man from the tower to the magistrate's residence to deliver a message, telling him to bring money to retrieve him.

Author's Note: Thank you ZHE200811pm for the tip...

The system was a bit malfunctioning yesterday, so I wasn't able to reply to everyone's messages immediately, but I read them all.