NFBE Chapter 410 Prove How Much You Trust Me
Chapter 410 Prove How Much You Trust Me
“Shh.”
He gently placed her on the bed; his movements seemed domineering, but were actually extremely tender.
His tall body then descended, but he deliberately used his elbows to support himself, so as not to press down on her at all.
"You're not allowed to study anymore tonight."
He lowered his head, his thin lips almost touching her sensitive earlobe, his hot breath spraying onto her neck, "You are allowed to think of me."
Yuan Wanru's eyelashes trembled slightly. Just as she was about to speak, he pressed his index finger against her lips.
"Don't say anything."
His voice was low and husky, carrying a hint of danger, "Let's not mention that insignificant person."
Despite saying that, Lu Jiangnian felt extremely frustrated.
The mere thought of a woman being given the title of his concubine was like a thorn in his heart, making him yearn to rush into the palace and confront the emperor.
What made him even more uneasy was that his wife had always been petty and narrow-minded when it came to relationships.
She has said more than once that her man must belong exclusively to her.
Now that she has suddenly gained a concubine, won't she... take her anger out on him?
Thinking of this, Lu Jiangnian suddenly grabbed her wrist, so hard that it almost left a red mark.
"My wife, you mustn't be angry."
His voice was strained, tinged with a rare hint of panic, "If you're angry, hit me, yell at me, but you absolutely mustn't..."
Before he could finish speaking, Yuan Wanru suddenly tilted her head back and kissed his lips, swallowing all the words he had left unsaid.
The kiss was fierce and urgent, as if trying to prove something, and they didn't separate until they were both out of breath.
“Lu Jiangnian.” She cupped his face in her hands, a chilling light gleaming in her eyes, “If I, Yuan Wanru, truly wanted to hold a grudge, I should be pricking you with silver needles right now so you can’t move.”
She suddenly rolled over and pinned him down, her long black hair falling down and brushing against his chest.
But I know—"
She leaned down and bit his Adam's apple, only continuing with satisfaction after hearing him let out a muffled groan, "Here, here, and here..."
Her fingertips slid down his heart, "They all belong to me alone."
Lu Jiangnian's eyes suddenly darkened, and with a flip, he regained the initiative.
"Prove it to me."
His voice was hoarse beyond recognition, "Prove how much you believe in me."
The candlelight popped and flickered, illuminating their intertwined figures.
That night, they used the most primal way to prove to each other their unquestionable possession and loyalty.
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As the passion subsided, Yuan Wanru leaned limply against Lu Jiangnian's chest, her fair skin still flushed with a lingering blush.
The man's arms held her tightly in his embrace like iron clamps, as if he were afraid she would disappear if he let go.
"My wife."
He called out softly, his voice still hoarse with emotion, as intoxicating as aged liquor.
His slender fingers gently brushed her sweaty temples, tucking the messy strands of hair behind her ears.
Yuan Wanru looked up and met his deep, dark eyes—the affection within them was so intense it was almost scorching.
Do you know how much I love you?
These words were like a fire, instantly igniting her heart.
Yuan Wanru suddenly smiled, her eyes slightly reddening, breathtakingly beautiful in the candlelight: "I know."
She tilted her head back and kissed his lips, her voice as soft as a feather: "Because I feel the same way."
Lu Jiangnian immediately took the initiative and deepened the kiss.
His lips and tongue gently traced her contours, as if treating the most precious treasure in the world.
When the kiss ended, he pressed his forehead against hers, his voice trembling with devoutness: "Remember, in this life, in the next life, and for all eternity, we will be together."
Yuan Wanru was amused by his childlike persistence, her fingertips playfully tracing his handsome features: "You're being too domineering."
She teased him deliberately, "I can only promise you this life; I can't decide what happens in the next life or in all future lives."
"You're a fairy."
He suddenly became serious and gently pinched the tip of her nose with his fingers, "How can you not make your own decisions?"
Yuan Wanru chuckled, her eyes sparkling with charm.
"I am Lu Jiangnian,"
He gazed intently at her, "In life, I am yours; in death, I am yours."
Seeing his serious expression, Yuan Wanru's heart softened.
Yes, who can say for sure what the afterlife will bring?
But at this moment, being able to stay with him is the greatest happiness.
"Okay." She reached out and wrapped her arms around his neck, giving him a light peck on the lips. "I'll have to keep you tied to the leash, so you don't run away."
A dazzling light instantly shone in Lu Jiangnian's eyes. He hugged her tightly, as if embracing the whole world: "I will never run away."
At this moment, they don't need to think about those troubling people and things; they only need to know that their hearts will always beat for each other.
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As dawn broke, Liang Yuhua got up to do her hair and makeup.
The woman in the bronze mirror was so plain as to be almost bland—her lotus-colored dress was devoid of any bright colors, a simple silver hairpin adorned her hair, and even her lipstick deliberately avoided the bright red of the previous color.
"Young lady, isn't this too plain?"
Yunxiu held the carved tea tray, her fingertips nervously rubbing the rim. "After all, this is the first time serving tea. If I upset the Madam..."
Won't the girl's future days be even more difficult?
Liang Yuhua smoothed out the non-existent wrinkles on her cuffs, a wry smile tugging at the corners of her lips: "Perfect."
She was all too aware of her situation—a "noble concubine" forcibly placed into the Lu family by imperial power, an "outsider" destined to be unwelcome.
In this secluded mansion, the more flamboyant she was, the more disliked she became.
In the flower hall of Wangchun Hall, Wang Min sat upright in a rosewood armchair, her fingertips unconsciously stroking the teacup.
She didn't want to see this eyesore of a "royal concubine," but the rules of aristocratic families wouldn't allow her to act as she pleased.
Liang Yuhua, after all, represented the Emperor's face.
Zhou Fang sat quietly by her side, a rare occurrence. In the past, she would have already been spitting out some outrageous and insolent words, eager to see Yuan Wanru embarrassed.
But ever since that couple disciplined her, she now avoids Yuan Wanru whenever she sees her.
"Don't worry, sister-in-law,"
Zhou Fang chuckled dryly, "Jiang Nian loves Wanru so much, what trouble could a mere concubine cause?"
Wang Min paused, and the tea lid collided with the rim of the cup, making a crisp sound.
She certainly understood this principle.
But the thought of someone else suddenly appearing in her son's room made her feel disgusted, like she had swallowed a fly.
"Madam, Consort Liang has come to serve tea."
The silence was broken by Granny Gui's announcement.
Wang Min took a deep breath, her face ashen: "Go in."
Liang Yuhua entered with her head bowed, her skirt brushing against the blue bricks without leaving a speck of dust.
She knelt upright, holding the teacup above her eyebrows with both hands: "This concubine greets the First Madam."
Amidst the rising steam of tea, Wang Min caught a glimpse of those pale, untouched hands. They were bare of nail polish and rings, and even the jade bracelet on their wrists was of the most ordinary quality. They seemed to be quite unassuming.
She reluctantly took the teacup, moistened her lips with it, and set it aside: "Get up."
She gestured to Granny Gui to hand over an inconspicuous hairpin she had prepared earlier, her voice as cold as ice, "Now that you've entered the Marquis of Zhongyong's residence, you must abide by its rules."
Regarding where Lu Jiangnian stayed last night, everyone in the hall tacitly remained silent.
Liang Yuhua lowered her eyes and obediently replied, "Yes."