Madam, don't do this!

Chapter 119 Sharing a Bed (3)

Lu Wan, Tao Yun, Zhang Yan, Li Qingyue!

Names and figures flashed through Song Yan's mind, and various pieces of information gradually came together. A bond comparable to that of a mother and daughter, childhood playmates, a life-saving grace, sisters... Song Yan found it difficult to find any reason for these four people to betray Luo Yuheng.

Perhaps there are some details that I haven't noticed?

After pondering for a long time, Song Yan's brow gradually relaxed, and his expression returned to normal. He stood up and walked towards the door.

"Where are you going?" Yang Siyao asked.

"Go find my mother-in-law."

"Are you going to tell her what we just discussed? Don't forget, this is just my speculation; there's no evidence whatsoever."

"How could that be?" Song Yan smiled. "It's just a poor son-in-law asking his mother-in-law if he could have another maidservant."

The air was a bit damp, and as soon as he stepped out of the room, he felt a chill on his face, which seemed to wake him up a lot. He tightened his collar and Song Yan's figure gradually disappeared into the darkness.

In Luo Yuheng's courtyard, a woman in her thirties was sitting in the hall yawning; it was Zhang Yan.

In this era, when the master rests, the maids are responsible for keeping watch at night. There was a book in front of Zhang Yan, as if she was preparing to pass the long, boring night in this way. She had a pair of fair and tender hands, and her slender and beautiful fingers caressed the pages of the book. Although she was visibly sleepy, she was still quite engrossed in reading.

Even when Song Yan reached the door, she didn't notice. Tilting her head, she could see several large black characters on the blue cover—"The Tale of Lustful Plums"! A black line appeared on Song Yan's forehead. If she remembered correctly, this was a popular storybook at the moment, mainly telling the story of a village girl and seven men. The content was exciting and stimulating, and it was very popular among women.

I never expected that Zhang Yansheng, who is gentle and mild-mannered, would secretly enjoy this kind of stimulating content.

"Cough cough..."

In the quiet night, Song Yan's cough could be heard.

Zhang Yan suddenly snapped out of her reverie, quickly hiding the book behind her back. Her face flushed, and she looked towards the door with evasive eyes: "It's...it's the young master. Is something the matter? It's so late."

Stop hiding, we've seen everything.

Song Yan thought to herself but didn't expose him. She simply said that she had something to discuss with Luo Yuheng.

It was already the middle of the night, and it was somewhat inappropriate for a son-in-law to visit his mother-in-law at this hour. If word got out, who knew what kind of unpleasant rumors would spread. However, Her Highness the Princess had instructed that whenever her son-in-law came to see her, no matter what time it was, she must be informed immediately. Therefore, although Zhang Yan hesitated, she eventually went into the inner chamber.

A few minutes later, Song Yan saw Luo Yuheng wearing a bathrobe.

Perhaps due to drowsiness, Luo Yuheng exuded a lazy temperament to the fullest extent, and her languid appearance even made Song Yan doubt that the person in front of her was a cat.

Song Yan and Luo Yuheng were alone together for nearly half an hour, and no one knows what happened during that time.

After leaving, Song Yan went to the backyard again.

That's where Luo Tianxuan lives.

When Yang Siyao returned to her bedroom, half an hour had passed. She did not rest. Her slender body was lying on the table, her pale fingers idly fiddling with the teacup, watching it spin around on the table as if it were a very interesting thing.

"arranged?"

"That's about it." Song Yan nodded and went straight to the wardrobe to take out a new quilt. Although Yang Siyao's plan was for the two of them to sleep together for one night, it was just a smokescreen for Dingzi.

However, it's not really appropriate for a live-in son-in-law and a young woman who hasn't been married yet to actually lie in the same bed.

Therefore, Song Yan decided to sleep on the floor.

Seeing Song Yan's actions, Yang Siyao puffed out her cheeks, seemingly somewhat dissatisfied.

She practices seductive arts, but she only has theoretical knowledge and zero practical experience.

So she's still a virgin. Although she doesn't currently have any real intention of giving herself to him, it's still disheartening that a man is indifferent to her, showing no interest whatsoever. She understands that compared to beauties like Luo Yuheng and Luo Tianyi, she can't even compare to Gu Banxia. But girls, after all, have a little bit of self-confidence. Even if her figure isn't as good as Gu Banxia's, and her looks aren't as good as Luo Tianyi's, with her seductive skills, she should be no less attractive than other women.

Her skill in serving men and her theoretical knowledge probably surpass all the women in the Luo family combined.

Yang Siyao has never seriously considered her future partner.

In her world, there are only two people: herself and her younger sister.

Lovers and husbands are too far away for her. Even if a man were to take a liking to her, he would most likely not be able to tolerate a child with a child.

So, relying on her younger sister for support for the rest of her life was probably her destiny. There was a time when she thought this way, but now things have changed.

Whether for freedom or for her sister, she betrayed the Yang family.

This time, she managed to outmaneuver the Yang family, but how could such a behemoth as the Yang family be brought down by one or two schemes? It is foreseeable that in the near future, she will face the Yang family's furious retaliation.

She needed to find someone to rely on to survive.

Among the men she knew, Song Yan was undoubtedly the best choice.

He has courage and ability; he is ruthless when killing and cunning when scheming. Some of his methods may be a bit despicable, but it is people like him who can live longer.

Of course, Song Yan's status is what it is; he is Luo Tianxuan's husband and her son-in-law.

She could never be a wife but only a concubine, but Yang Siyao didn't care. She was willing to offer herself to Song Yan and stay by his side to offer advice, just hoping to live well with her sister.

Her wish was so humble.

She wouldn't try to win his favor. If Song Yan thought of her, she would serve him well. If Song Yan forgot about her and didn't appear in her boudoir for a year or two, she wouldn't care.

Yang Siyao knew better than anyone that her relationship with Song Yan was a pure transaction, untainted by any emotions.

Her virginity was her biggest bargaining chip.

Thinking this, Yang Siyao walked to Song Yan's side, reached out and took the quilt, stuffing it back into the closet: "It's already autumn, the ground is cool, and it would be bad if it got too damp."

"Let's sleep together."

"I'm a woman who has studied the art of seduction. I've seen all kinds of situations. I won't care about such trivial matters."

Yang Siyao spoke these words in a detached tone. With a gentle flick of her slender fingers at her waist, the light green dress slipped off her body and hung on the rack.

That movement was quite elegant.

The white trousers accentuated the long, straight lines of her legs.

The pink bellyband exudes a dazzling and enchanting beauty.

Silently, Yang Siyao slipped into the covers, her body wriggling like a worm on the bed before turning her back to Song Yan and crawling inside. She was probably still a little embarrassed; judging by her position, her face was almost pressed against the wall. In the candlelight, you could see that Yang Siyao's slender neck was flushed red, and her small ears were trembling slightly. Despite her previous nonchalant demeanor, she was probably still somewhat afraid. Song Yan chuckled to himself; was this the kind of person whose only weakness was her mouth?
He shook his head, took off his outer garment, blew out the candle, and the room was plunged into enchanting darkness.

I could feel a slight warmth beside me.

As they got closer, the fragrance emanating from Yang Siyao seemed to become even stronger.

Some long strands of hair accidentally fell onto Song Yan's face, tickling her. Her freshly washed hair still carried a distinctive scent of soap.

The bed is a bit narrow.

Lying there, unsure where to put my hands, I seemed to accidentally touch something.

(End of this chapter)