Shu Ke puede recuperar una fortuna perdida

Capítulo 31

I love you so much. I love you so much. Do you know how much I want you?

These words were his innermost murmurs and desires, and also the root of his mental torment.

He found himself breathing rapidly again in despair. He hated the feeling, but an overwhelming desire compelled him to lean down and press his burning lips to those of his beloved wife.

She hummed in response, but remained unconscious.

He couldn't control himself. He needed more comfort. The ignited desire, coupled with the tearing pain in his heart, compelled him to unbutton her clothes and kiss her all the way down her body.

Her neck, her beautiful breasts, her slender waist, her legs and jade-like feet. Every inch of her skin.

Her skin was as smooth as jade, radiating a gentle glow in the dim light.

Her figure is slender and shapely, and flawless.

Almost in a dazed, delirious state, he passionately and sorrowfully savored everything he had longed for with his lips, hands, and bare chest. Until his increasingly intense movements jolted her awake from her dream.

She was quite startled when she discovered that her pajamas had been completely unbuttoned.

Moreover, someone was kissing her skin in places that had never been exposed before.

He even held her in his arms and caressed her passionately.

She cried out in surprise, and braced herself up with her hands.

He looked up.

It was him. She immediately calmed down, no longer afraid, but simply felt naturally shy.

There was a moment of silence between them. Then she slowly lay down again and quietly closed her eyes.

He knew this was almost an encouragement.

He embraced her again. Her body was as soft as cotton in his arms. She didn't resist at all; when he covered her and kissed her ear, she even stretched out her arms and hugged him tightly.

but.

Wang Pang let out a muffled howl as if he had been suddenly stabbed, shoved his wife away, grabbed his clothes, got up, opened the door, and rushed outside.

Pang Di cried out "Pang!" but seeing that he ignored her, she could only slump against the headboard and watch in dismay as his figure disappeared into the night.

He ran aimlessly. His mind was a mess, except for two words that remained clear.

It's over. It's finally over.

Is it punishment, a curse, or something he did wrong in his past life, incurring some terrible debt? Why does fate play such a cruel joke on him: giving him a strong will and a courageous personality, yet bestowing upon him a frail body; endowing him with the rich talent and meticulous mind required of a perfect lover, even with excellent manners and witty banter, yet depriving him of the ability to be intimate with his lover like any normal man; allowing him to marry a peerless beauty of unparalleled talent, yet simultaneously condemning him to the sorrow of never truly possessing her.

He loved her. He adored her. He craved her. From emotion to soul, from body to every inch of skin.

He fell in love with her at first sight and couldn't help but openly express his love, but he dared not propose because of his nightmarish hidden illness. It was his father, the one who loved his son dearly but was unaware of his health condition, who took it upon himself to propose marriage. By the time he found out, the Pang family had already agreed, and his father asked him if he was surprised or delighted.

He was overjoyed, alarmed, and saddened.

Perhaps he should have called off the engagement in the first place, if he had been more rational. But what reason could he have given? How could he possibly voice the real reason?

Besides, he loved her so much. She wasn't just beautiful; her talent and wit made him truly believe she was the one he had been searching for. He longed to spend his life with her. Just being with her day and night would be immense happiness, even if he could never truly possess her.

His reason and his emotions clashed repeatedly, and in the end, his emotions swayed his decision, leading him to make a selfish one.

On the day of their marriage, she seemed so nervous, little did she know that his nervousness and fear were even greater than hers. Finally, he cleverly used his seemingly genuine flirting and her fear of their first time to conceal the truth. She was truly innocent; over a year of marriage in name only did not arouse her suspicion.

The more this happened, the more he loved her.

He felt love, pity, guilt, and...desire for her. His frail health robbed him of his abilities but could not extinguish his primal desires. This caused him immense pain.

Countless times in the dead of night, he would see her beautiful body lying beside him, and he could not suppress the desire surging from his heart. Sometimes, he would kiss her and reach out to caress her, but when he thought that he could never give her the final pleasure, he would feel that his behavior was despicable and filthy, and in his pain, he would often feel ashamed.

She knew none of this. She always thought he was the perfect husband, always gentle and affectionate towards her, but little did she know that in the darkness, he lived like a wounded, crippled, and helpless little animal.

She should know now, and even if she still can't guess, he doesn't want to hide it anymore.

He had awakened her desires as a woman, and he no longer knew how to face it.

With such an ugly secret exposed before her eyes, would she find him despicable? Shameless? Selfish? Would she still treat him and love him as before?

Even if he still loves her, how can he accept it calmly?

He felt guilty towards her. He didn't know how to repay her.

He shattered the illusion of love and beauty between them, and he felt no regret, only sorrow. After all, it was just an illusion, something that would one day vanish.

He ran wildly through the boundless night, his clothes billowing and whipping in the wind. His long hair flew wildly, tearing apart the wind that rushed towards him.

Upon reaching the spacious garden, I suddenly saw the Star-Asking Tower standing before me and continued running up it. Reaching the terrace on the fourth floor, I finally ran out of energy and stopped, panting.

Ask the Star Tower. Tonight there is wind and rain, but it is dark and starless, with no stars to ask.

The rain wasn't heavy; it fell steadily and indifferently, drop by drop. The raindrops landed on his face, and he felt as cold as his heart.

After a moment of isolation, he suddenly let out a heart-wrenching roar and a mournful cry towards the night sky.

The desolation and sorrow lingered for a long time.

The lights inside the mansion gradually came on. A commotion arose in the courtyard. Someone opened the door and ran towards the Star-Asking Tower.

He stood there blankly, no longer able to hear the footsteps coming from downstairs.

The first to stagger up the stairs was his father. He was still wearing his pajamas, and it seems he got up and ran over as soon as he heard his son calling.

Seeing his son standing there blankly, his clothes thin and disheveled, his body so frail yet his chest exposed to the wind and rain, Wang Anshi couldn't help but burst into tears. He rushed over, put his hands on his shoulders, and asked, "Pang'er, what's wrong with you?"

Wang Pang gradually regained consciousness. Upon seeing his father, his knees buckled and he knelt down.

Then he looked up at his father and clearly said, "Father, please let Adi remarry."

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Burning Map

Wang Anshi never expected things to turn out this way.

His son's words were evasive, and his eyes were filled with boundless sorrow, but he instantly understood his son's grief through a father-son connection.

For a moment, I was at a loss, unsure whether I should agree to my son's request. I patted his shoulder, wanting to say a few words of comfort, but found myself so grief-stricken that even opening my mouth to speak was an insurmountable task.

That was his son, his only son, and his only son suffered the most unbearable misfortune a man could ever endure.

Is it someone else's curse or retribution for some mistake? Why not bear it all alone and spare his beloved son?

And then there's his daughter-in-law, the even more innocent Adi, who, through his own arrangement, became another victim of this tragedy.

What should he do now? He didn't know; he needed time to think it over.

Lady Wang, however, did not understand the real reason. She asked her husband and son why they were behaving so strangely. Wang Anshi, seeing that she was also unwell, was afraid of upsetting her and did not have the courage to tell her the truth. He only vaguely said that it was probably caused by a sudden stroke that led to his erratic behavior. Lady Wang secretly pondered that her son and daughter-in-law, having been separated for so long, were likely not restrained and had fallen into a state of lust. Therefore, she was quite dissatisfied with Pang Di, thinking that she was too unreliable and had acted without any regard for her husband's illness, which had seriously damaged his health.

So Lady Wang sent someone to summon Pang Di and said to her, "Pang'er is still recovering from a serious illness. For his sake, it is not advisable for you to stay in the same room during this time. I will have someone clean the room in Wenxing Tower, and you can move there for now."

Pang Di was heartbroken but unable to defend himself, so he had no choice but to agree. Madam Wang immediately ordered her men to prepare the bedroom on the fourth floor and move Pang Di's belongings in.

When Pang Di returned to the place where she lived with Wang Pang, she saw Xuanji, the daughter of Wang Pang's wet nurse, standing outside the door. Upon seeing her, Xuanji bowed and said, "Young Madam, the young master said he wants to rest quietly now. Please come to Wenxing Tower to rest."

“I just wanted to see him,” Pang Di said.

Xuanji still wouldn't let her in, repeatedly saying, "Young Master has already gone to sleep."

Pang Di remained silent. After a long while, he turned around and walked alone towards the Star-Asking Tower.

She hadn't seen Wang Pang all day. When evening came, she leaned against the railing, gazing at the light in his bedroom for a long, wistful time, until late into the night.

The light remained on. Pang Di grew increasingly worried: Had his illness worsened, preventing him from sleeping soundly? Was someone taking care of him? Who was it? Did they know his hands and feet were prone to getting cold?

Finally, I couldn't resist and started walking downstairs in that direction.

She was worried about him, she missed him terribly, and she wanted to see him, to take care of him and comfort him as always.

Just as I reached the door, I saw someone open it and come out to pour water.

Xuanji. She's actually wearing pajamas?!

Pang Di asked in surprise, "What are you doing in the room?"

Xuanji simply replied, "To serve you, young master."

"You're sleeping in our room?"

"He is very ill and needs someone to take care of him around the clock."

Pang Di pushed her aside and strode into the room.

A new bed was seen, presumably for Xuanji. Wang Pang was still lying on their bed, his eyes closed, it was unclear whether he was asleep.

Her eyes reddened, and she softly called out, "Pang."

He remained motionless and unresponsive.

Xuanji walked over, still expressionless, and said, "It's late, young mistress, go back to sleep. I will take good care of the young master."

Hearing her say this, Pang Di was instantly enraged and glared at her, saying, "Why are you sleeping here? Who told you to take care of him? Get out, I'm staying to take care of him!"

Xuanji wasn't angry and replied, "It was Madam who sent me, because I've served the young master since I was little and know what he needs. It would be inappropriate for the young mistress to send me out."

"Do you know what he needs?" Pang Di found these words extremely grating and sneered, "Then tell me what he needs?"

Upon hearing this, Xuanji lowered her head and remained silent.

Pang Di was furious. This maid had dared to move into their room while she was forced to separate from her husband, and even uttered these inexplicable, suggestive remarks. What was she trying to imply? That she and the young master had been close since childhood? That she knew him better than she did? From the moment she married into the family, this woman had treated her with indifference, creating a subtle hostility between them. But then Wang Pang's deep love for her quickly made her overlook Xuanji's existence, and Xuanji seemed to finally realize her identity and situation, quietly disappearing into the shadows, far from the couple's sight. Yet now, she had seized the opportunity to intrude again, playing Pang Di's original role, guarding Wang Pang day and night. What was she trying to do? What did she want? How despicable!

Then Pang Di stared at Xuanji and slowly said, "Don't forget, I am the young master's wife. If you want to become his concubine, you need my consent!"

"Shut up!" a furious shout rang out from inside the room.

Pang Di turned around blankly and found that the voice came from her husband—Wang Pang, who slowly sat up.

He looked at her coldly, a gaze that was unfamiliar to her, because he had never looked at her with such eyes before.

He looked at her coldly, then pointed to the door and said, "Get out!"

She asked incredulously, calling out again, "Pang?"

His gaze didn't soften; it remained icy. He clearly repeated to her, "Get out. I don't want to see you."