CHAPTER 566: CHAPTER 183 STIMULATION_3

"To reach this point," Xie Ruotong still looked intently at Song Yanqing, her gaze void of any flicker or fear, "is it not the consequence of the gentleman’s doing?"

Song Yanqing’s expression grew increasingly unpleasant.

Yet Xie Ruotong seemed indifferent, "Had the gentleman not been so partial to Xie Ruilin, how could I have resorted to such actions? How could I have intentionally targeted Xie Ruilin in such a manner?"

"You admit it?" Song Yanqing said sarcastically.

He arranged accommodations for Xie Ruilin tonight but didn’t accompany her to sleep; instead, he went straight to Xie Ruotong’s room.

He thought Xie Ruotong wouldn’t admit to it.

But she was so forthright.

"I have told you before, I said, a woman without her husband’s favor or a child will not be happy," Xie Ruotong stated bluntly, "It was the gentleman who rejected me. Since the gentleman disagrees, I could only rely on myself."

"So you resort to such despicable tactics to consummate our marriage! Xie Ruotong, don’t you think your actions are too lowly?" Song Yanqing’s chilling mockery.

"What is lowly about consummating the marriage with one’s husband?" Xie Ruotong was placid, without a trace of anger.

"Ha!" Song Yanqing sneered coldly, "A woman should be reserved and cautious, yet you’re so shamelessly promiscuous?! It’s true... you originally came from a brothel. I forgot your background and treated you like a lady of the Duke Mansion—it was my mistake."

Xie Ruotong gently pursed her lips.

Despite being prepared, the wounds torn open by Song Yanqing still unsettled her heart.

"Since you like to seduce men so much..." Song Yanqing said, "from now on, I’ll fulfill your wish."

Xie Ruotong’s eyes flickered slightly.

Song Yanqing could suppress his rage without a change in expression.

Even now.

He still appeared cultured and morally upright.

Yet this instilled a trace of fear in Xie Ruotong, psychologically.

Even if it didn’t show on the surface.

"Undress," Song Yanqing commanded coldly, nonchalant.

Watching Xie Ruotong, he felt not the slightest lust.

The woman before him was as if nothing in his eyes.

Perhaps.

A mere plaything.

Xie Ruotong swallowed hard.

For a moment.

She thought she had heard wrong.

She had anticipated Song Yanqing’s retribution.

For scheming to consummate with him.

She had imagined many methods, but never did she think Song Yanqing would humiliate her in such a way to achieve his goal.

To kill one’s spirit...

The literati surely know how to inflict torment both physically and mentally.

Unlike us, assassins.

We only know how to strike with a sword.

"Undress!" The tepid word came forth from Song Yanqing’s lips once more.

Xie Ruotong met Song Yanqing’s gaze.

In the past.

His eyes carried emotion, ambition, brightness.

In fact, they still do.

Only toward Xie Ruilin.

Towards her.

They are just ice-cold.

"Fei Cui, step outside," Xie Ruotong instructed.

Her voice remained as indifferent as ever.

"Stay put," Song Yanqing’s voice deepened.

Fei Cui didn’t dare to make any hasty moves.

"Undress now," Song Yanqing articulated each word deliberately.

Xie Ruotong pressed her lips together.

Song Yanqing came today to humiliate her.

To embarrass her in front of her servants would make her all the more uncomfortable.

She lowered her head.

And began to undo her clothing.

Her face was void of any emotional fluctuation.

As if engaging in the most mundane of tasks.

Song Yanqing’s brows furrowed.

Xie Ruotong’s composed demeanor irked him, a mysterious irritation brewing in his heart.

To Xie Ruotong.

This wasn’t shameful at all, was it?!

If she could resort to tricks to consummate with him, why would she care about undressing before him?!

All of a sudden, Song Yanqing reached out and roughly pulled Xie Ruotong towards him.

His strength was formidable.

It was evident how furious he was.

Xie Ruotong, with her clothes half-undressed.

Was then pressed down by Song Yanqing onto the modestly-sized couch.

Her waist even knocked against the hard corner next to the couch.

It hurt.

Xie Ruotong said nothing.

Song Yanqing wouldn’t care anyway.

He pinned Xie Ruotong underneath him and then...

Once again, consummated with her.

The process.

Indescribable.

Anyway, it was even more intense than the night before.

Song Yanqing left.

Upon leaving, he dropped a sentence, "Xie Ruotong, if this is what you desire, I will oblige you! But don’t you dare touch a hair on Xie Ruilin!"

Xie Ruotong was sore all over.

Lying on the couch, utterly exhausted.

"Fei Cui, help me bathe," Xie Ruotong’s voice was still cold.

Fei Cui at the side was almost scared witless.

Because the young master had ordered her not to move just before.

She had been standing there, not daring to leave.