Thrown out of the house, the wet nurse enters the noble household and becomes a person of high statu

A sudden itch on her chest made Liu Wenying frown in her shallow dream, her consciousness rising little by little as if being touched by a feather.

For the past few nights, I've been sleeping very soundly, as if I'm being haunted by something, sleeping through the night without even turning over.

For some reason today, perhaps because she was still subconsciously on edge, or perhaps because of her body's instinctive alertness, her sleep became unexpectedly shallow.

Consciousness slowly rose in the darkness, and the first thing I felt was a sensation in my chest.

Strange and warm S丨sucking and licking丨S.

Liu Wenying opened her eyes in a daze, not yet fully awake, and looked down.

The first thing that catches the eye is a dark blue silk of excellent quality.

And a thick, black head of hair.

Someone is lying in front of her breasts!

My heart skipped a beat, and shock instantly spread through my entire body.

Third Master!

It must be Third Master!

Only he would be so audacious as to sneak into the side room of Tinglan Courtyard in the dead of night and do such a thing to her...

She raised her hand to push him away, a gasp escaping her throat, "Three..."

Before she could utter the word "Master," the person lying on her chest raised his head.

It wasn't the beautiful, flamboyant face with a hint of flirtatious smile that I had imagined.

As the oil lamp burned out, its slanting light illuminated the half-open dark blue nightgown, revealing the collarbone and pale skin.

His brow bone was sharply defined, and his eyelashes were still damp, as if he had just come out of the steam in the bathroom.

His thin lips were pressed tightly together, and his jawline was taut and sharp from his clenched teeth. He was so restrained that he looked almost disheveled, yet a hint of infatuation still shone through.

Those eyes were as deep and unfathomable as stars, and when illuminated by the lamplight, they seemed to burn with a dark flame.

It's Master Pei Dingxuan.

At this moment, all of Liu Wenying's voices, all her movements, and all her thoughts froze completely.

How could it be... how could it be the old man?

That aloof, cold-on-the-outside-but-warm-on-the-inside old man who personally rescued her from the clutches of villains?

How did he get here? How could he do such a thing to her?

Liu Wenying was so startled that her whole body stiffened, and a short scream burst from her throat, but before she could speak, it was covered by his palm.

Shh, don't shout.

After a moment of blankness, the brain seemed to be forcibly reset, starting to operate at an astonishing speed.

Yes, she mustn't shout. If she alerts others and they witness the current situation, she won't be able to explain herself even if she had ten mouths.

But that doesn't mean she'll do nothing. Liu Wenying hurriedly tried to gather her torn clothes.

To conceal the snow-white, lustrous skin that had just been wantonly disturbed.

But she forgot that the soft couch was narrow, and with her sudden movement, she lost her balance and fell uncontrollably off the couch.

Just as he was about to crash into the cold ground, his waist was suddenly grabbed.

Pei Dingxuan firmly caught her and pulled her back from the fall.

The two got even closer, their burning body heat clearly transmitted through the thin fabric of their clothes.

"Don't move or make a sound. Just nod if you agree."

Liu Wenying nodded hurriedly, as obedient as a rabbit whose ears were being held.

As soon as the grip loosened, she slipped off him like a startled fish.

She shrank into a corner as far away from him as possible. The coldness of the wall behind her calmed her down a little, and then she spoke slowly.

"Sir, you're drunk and have come to the wrong place. This is the side room..."

The two of them were very close just now, and she clearly smelled the hangover soup on him, so she made up this excuse on the spot.

If someone is drunk, goes to the wrong place, or mistakes someone for someone else, give both parties a way out.

But the person opposite her, with eyes as dark as ink, held her firmly in their gaze.

His tone was firm and unambiguous, shattering her hopes.

"I am perfectly sober."

He was not drunk, nor was he mistaken; he was sober.

Knowing who she was and where this was, he still did that to her.

Liu Wenying's eyes instantly reddened, and tears welled up in her eyes, threatening to roll down her cheeks.

"Sir, I don't want to... please..."

Avoidance felt like tiny thorns piercing his heart, causing him excruciating pain.

Pei Dingxuan leaned in close, grabbed her wrist, and pinned her against the wall.

Liu Wenying was trapped in a small space by him, their noses almost touching, their breaths hot and scalding.

"Why not?"

He stared at her tear-filled face and, word by word, gave his promise.

"I will be good to you."

How should we treat her well? Should we treat her like a plaything that can be manipulated at will, a forbidden possession that cannot see the light of day?

She doesn't want to.

"I'm doing very well now, and most importantly, I can't let down... the First Madam."

She thought that as long as she mentioned the First Madam, Pei Dingxuan would remember some of their marital affection and give up his absurd thoughts.

Pei Dingxuan's brows furrowed slightly, but the darkness and obsession in his eyes did not dissipate; instead, they deepened.

"Jing Shu is the mistress of the house, in charge of managing the household affairs; she is virtuous and kind."

He opened his lips, his expression carrying a calmness that Liu Wenying could not comprehend, a calmness bordering on indifference.

"I respect her, but that doesn't conflict with my need for you."

To outsiders, the Yuguo Duke's family had a strict family tradition. As the eldest son and the Vice Minister of the Ministry of Justice, he had only one wife, Lady Wen.

Compared to his colleagues who had multiple wives and concubines and frequented brothels, he was a rare anomaly.

In the past, he was busy with official duties, and his mind was entirely focused on his paperwork and career, and he never had any other thoughts.

But then I ran into her.

The usually fair and impartial Vice Minister of Justice, who was known for his incorruptible judgments, now had an unprecedented glint of personal desire burning in his eyes.

Liu Wenying's heart skipped a beat, and her eyes were so hot with tears that she could barely open them.

She couldn't help but close her eyes, and glistening tears slid down her cheeks.

Pei Dingxuan raised his hand and gently wiped away the tears on her cheeks with his fingertips.

"If I want you, I will give you a legitimate status."

"But did you ask the First Madam if she was willing?"

Liu Wenying spoke in a trembling voice, tears clinging to her eyelashes, making her eyes appear even brighter.

"She will. Jing Shu is reasonable and understands the bigger picture. She will manage the household affairs properly."

She shook her head. "But I don't want to. I've had enough of being a subservient concubine. I don't want to be a wife, and I certainly don't want to share... a husband with someone else."

Pei Dingxuan raised an eyebrow, utterly astonished. "You want the position of principal wife?"

He paused for a moment, then said in a deep voice, "Impossible."

The wife of the eldest son of the Duke's mansion is not someone a discarded wet nurse could even dream of.

The concept of social class and the rules of etiquette, which are deeply ingrained in his bones, meant that the answer was already predetermined for him without him having to think about it.

Hearing his resolute "impossible," Liu Wenying felt a sense of relief.

That's exactly what she wanted.

She sniffed, hastily wiped away the tears on her face, and forced a self-deprecating smile that was even uglier than crying.

"If even the master thinks it's impossible, then it's the same for this servant."

Her clear, bright eyes seemed to say that she was a greedy, delusional woman who wasn't worth his time and effort.

Pei Dingxuan's sharp brows furrowed even more deeply.

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