After the divorce, I was adorned in a phoenix robe, while my ex-husband's entire family dug up

Lu Jieyue remained motionless, as if she were dead, neither answering nor moving.

Finally, Lu Jieshuang dragged her to the bed. She first brought some wound medicine and applied it to Lu Jieyue.

He kept saying, "You're so stupid. Why did you choose Meng Yun in the first place? Isn't this just bad luck?"

These words sounded somewhat vengeful, but upon closer listening, they also contained a hint of resentment and disappointment.

The medicine was applied to the wound, and the pain swept through her entire body, but Lu Jieyue didn't even flinch.

"You never cherish people who are good to you, you treat others like dogs, and you even go after people who beat you like this, aren't you despicable?" Lu Jieshuang got more and more excited as she spoke.

"Wei Zhaoning is good to you, but what about you! You didn't have to be like this!"

As Lu Jieshuang spoke, her eyes welled up with tears.

She still remembered how glamorous her older sister was in her past life. Looking at her terrible scars, to be honest, all the anger in her heart disappeared.

For a moment, she felt a pang of regret. She had taken the wrong path, and there was no turning back. She could only watch helplessly as Lu Jieyue jumped into the fire and even scratched her face.

If only I had reminded her sooner.

Would she then be less in pain?

Lu Jieshuang couldn't explain her feelings. She had mixed feelings of love and hate towards Lu Jieyue. She held a wedding banquet after Lu Jieyue's death and treated her as a stain. But Lu Jieyue was once an older sister who would buy pastries to make Lu Jieyue happy.

Lu Jieyue, who had been silent, suddenly turned to look at Lu Jieshuang. "What did you just say?"

Lu Jieshuang then realized that she might have let something slip, "It's nothing."

Unexpectedly, Lu Jieyue grabbed her hand and asked in a hoarse voice, "Is it true?"

Lu Jieshuang suddenly realized, "You...you also..."

*

After resting for a day, Wei Zhaoning went to keep his appointment with the Regent.

Before leaving, he was blocked at the entrance of the Marquis's mansion by Lu Zhufeng.

These days, Lu Zhufeng has been frowning and hasn't spoken to Wei Jiaruo for a long time. He's feeling a bit down and is thinking about Wei Zhaoning.

"What is the Marquis doing?" Wei Zhaoning frowned.

Lu Zhufeng's tone was gentle, "It's nothing, I just missed you. Stay with me."

Wei Zhaoning was puzzled. "What bad timing, I was just about to go out."

Lu Zhufeng wrapped his large hands around Wei Zhaoning's waist. "Let's go another day. Don't you want your husband to keep you company?"

It was fine if I hadn't held her hand, but once I did, I was shocked to realize how slender Wei Zhaoning's waist was.

If we don't talk to each other, it feels like a gentle touch would break the connection.

This realization sent his blood rushing to his head.

Wei Zhaoning frowned. "Let go!"

Lu Zhufeng stared at her face and was stunned for a moment. Why didn't he realize before that Wei Zhaoning was so beautiful?

He knew that Wei Zhaoning was beautiful; even before she came of age, she was a famous beauty in the capital and the object of pursuit and vying for the affections of many young men.

He was initially attracted to her looks as well.

It's just that so much time has passed; even the most beautiful person can become tiresome after a while.

Gradually, it stopped seeming so great; it appeared completely uneventful.

Who knew that upon seeing it today, the excitement I felt when we first met would inexplicably reappear?

Wei Zhaoning didn't want to appear too strange, so she struggled slightly, "My lord, I really have something to attend to today."

The more Lu Zhufeng looked at her, the more his mind wandered, and he unconsciously swallowed.

"Ningning, don't go."

His eyes were a little glazed over, and his body was a little hot.

He then realized that Wei Zhaoning had married into the Marquis's household, but he had never even touched her.

The two have not yet consummated their marriage.

During this period, Wei Jiaruo and he were practically dead in name only. Their relationship was extremely strained, and with Wei Jiaruo pregnant, he hadn't received any reassurance for a long time.

He did feel somewhat guilty towards Wei Zhaoning, having neglected her for so long.

Why not grant Wei Zhaoning's wish today and consummate the marriage with her?

Wei Zhaoning sensed Lu Zhufeng's unusual behavior and was immediately startled.

Lu Zhufeng hugged her from behind, "Ningning, I was wrong before."

"I know what happened to Wei Jiaruo has made you very upset, but I still care about you."

As he spoke, he dragged Wei Zhaoning into a small hut despite her struggles.

Wei Zhaoning couldn't break free; after all, Lu Zhufeng was a man, and his strength was much greater than hers.

She could clearly feel Lu Zhufeng's burning desire, which made her feel uneasy.

"Let go..."

Lu Zhufeng hadn't eaten in a long time, and he couldn't bear to just let it go.

"Ningning, listen to me."

"Even though we've been married for so long, there's one very important thing we haven't done, right?"

"I know what you really want, but you're just saving face. I'm a jerk too, I never considered that before."

"Let's get this done today, and that will give our relationship a happy ending, okay?"

Lu Zhufeng pressed down on him, his face flushed, clearly blinded by passion.

Wei Zhaoning froze for a moment. Encountering such a situation would evoke unpleasant memories for her, making it difficult for her to react or resist.

She pleaded tearfully, "My lord, engaging in debauchery in broad daylight will damage the reputation of the Marquis's mansion."

In a flash, this was the only thing she could think of: Lu Zhufeng cared most about his reputation, and she tried to persuade him with this.

But he still underestimated men.

When a man has a thought in his mind, he loses all sense of reason.

Lu Zhufeng, panting heavily, said, "My wife and I have had marital relations. How can that be called daytime debauchery? Hmm?"

"Stop pretending. I know what you want. Today, your husband will satisfy you, you little slut, okay?"

He was driven by lust and kept spouting vulgar and crude language.

Wei Zhaoning burst into tears, forcing herself to react, struggling with her hands and feet.

Lu Zhufeng grew impatient and simply tied her feet up.

"Don't move."

"On your wedding night with your husband, I'm already being kind by not making you serve me. Be good, and I'll make you happy."

Wei Zhaoning froze, choking back tears. She had never been so afraid of Lu Zhufeng.

"No, don't force me."

Lu Zhufeng paused, "Forced?"

These words ignited him, and all the grievances and anger that had been buried in his heart for days poured out.

"Heh, you're my wife, how can you say I forced you?"

"Even if it's true, I'm going to force myself on you. What are you going to do about it? Go ahead and report me to the authorities and have me arrested?"

Perhaps it had been too long since he had done it, because at this moment Lu Zhufeng only wanted to satisfy himself and didn't want to think about these things at all.

Life was already frustrating enough, and he just wanted to vent, but his wife told him not to force her.

His anger grew stronger.

"I told you not to move!"

He slapped Wei Zhaoning across the face.

"Today I'm going to force myself on you! Stop pretending to be coy!"

Without saying a word, he started to tear off Wei Zhaoning's clothes.