Remarried to a top-tier playboy, her reborn ex-husband is filled with regret.

After Xiao Fang put her down, he put his arms under her armpits and wrapped them around her waist.

He lowered his head and kissed the crook of her shoulder, his breath hot enough to make her neck tremble.

Yun Shuyao's small, weak hands pushed away the man who was about to conquer her again.

Xiao Fang smiled and gathered those two slender fingers together in one hand, squeezing them in his palm.

He pulled her close to his lips and kissed her gently, then suddenly pressed her head down.

"Don't move around, aren't you afraid of getting tired?"

Xiao Fang deliberately blew a breath into her ear, watching her tremble slightly as he watched her smile. The corners of his mouth curved even deeper.

"Stop messing around, this isn't a good place."

Yun Shuyao tried to push him away, but he held her even tighter.

His gaze fell on the bronze mirror on the dressing table, which reflected the intertwined figures of the two.

Yun Shuyao had no idea how alluring her furrowed brows and reproachful expression were.

He smiled as he admired the vibrant painting on his own.

"What are you afraid of?"

Xiao Fang lowered his head again, kissed the back of her ear, and gently hooked his fingertips around the tie of her dress.

"Have you forgotten what I told you?"

"With me, you don't need to worry about so many rules. Just do whatever makes you happy."

Yun Shuyao's breathing became erratic from his kisses, and a bottle of rouge fell to the ground with a "thud," leaving a small red stain.

"Xiao Fang!"

She tried to muster some spirit in her pout, but met his smiling eyes.

The rebuke that was about to be uttered turned into a quiet protest.

"This is a dressing table..."

"Yes, I know."

Xiao Fang raised an eyebrow, deliberately changing the subject with a half-smile.

He suddenly hugged her tightly, and her reflection in the mirror flickered. Xiao Fang's kiss followed, carrying an undeniable force.

But when her elbow hit the makeup box, he immediately reached out to cushion her fall from behind.

"Don't move around, this place is small."

Xiao Fang spoke in a low voice, his playful tone concealing a barely perceptible tension.

The hairpins on the dressing table rattled loudly, mingling with the man's low laughter and her suppressed panting.

Xiao Fang kept his hand on her waist the whole time, afraid that she would slip off the edge of the stage.

When the kiss reached its climax, he simply pulled her closer to his arms, preventing her from actually bumping into the bottles and jars.

"Open your eyes."

Xiao Fang gently pinched her cheek with his fingertips and turned his head away with a hint of teasing.

"Look who was it last night, clinging to my arm and refusing to let go!"

Yun Shuyao saw the intertwined figures in the mirror clearly. Her previously unfocused eyes instantly regained focus, and her cheeks flushed bright red.

She tried to pull her hand away to push him away, but he held on even tighter.

Xiao Fang leaned closer, his breath brushing against the crook of her neck, his voice low like a love whisper.

"Are you shy? You weren't like this last night."

"you……"

Yun Shuyao looked away, her eyes darting around, her ears burning red.

"What nonsense are you talking about? Is it still your fault for making me drink so much nuptial wine...?"

"Oh? I'm talking nonsense?"

Xiao Fang chuckled softly, deliberately tickling her waist with his finger. Watching her shrink back and hide in his arms, he whispered in her ear.

"Who was it that later begged for mercy, saying that if they just stopped, they would listen to me from now on... huh?"

The last syllable was drawn out, with a seductive hook.

Yun Shuyao buried her face in his chest and gave him a muffled punch.

"Xiao Fang! Shut up!"

The man caught her pouting lips and kissed them, his eyes shining like starlight.

"Don't close it."

Xiao Fang paused, his fingertips tracing the shape of her lips, his tone becoming increasingly deep and seductive.

"Some things only make sense if I tell them to you. For example..."

Xiao Fang paused deliberately, watching as she couldn't help but look up at him, before chuckling as he finished the sentence.

"For example, you look even prettier when you're being coquettish right now."

These words were so blunt that Yun Shuyao's heart skipped a beat. Just as she was about to retort, he silenced her with a kiss.

The kiss was light and slow, with a gentle languor, yet it made my legs go weak more than any sweet words.

Ah, not long after, Yun Shuyao felt hungry again, and Xiao Fang reluctantly stopped.

The man's forehead was pressed against hers, and the smile in his eyes was so deep it couldn't be hidden.

"Still blushing?"

Xiao Fang reached out and pinched her burning cheeks.

"There's still a long road ahead, and I'll gradually teach you to get used to it."

Yun Shuyao bit her lip and didn't speak, but she quietly tightened her arms around his waist and buried her face even deeper.

Moonlight streamed over the bed, casting their intertwined shadows on the wall, warm as if they were immersed in honey.

When Xiao Fang helped her change her inner clothes, he touched his fingertips with some of the perfume powder from her hair.

He brought it to his nose and sniffed it, grinning like a cat that had just stolen some fish.

You smell sweeter than rouge.

Yun Shuyao blushed and pushed him away. Looking at the vanity that had been knocked into a mess, she didn't know whether to be angry or laugh.

He gently embraced her again, his chin brushing against the top of her head.

"You dare say you don't like it, huh?"

The two people in the mirror, one frowning and scolding, the other with a smile in his eyes.

The Yong'an Marquis's Residence.

Gu Jinghuai sat on the veranda outside his mother's bedroom, his back aching as if it had been torn apart.

I haven't slept for two nights in a row. My eyelids are so heavy that I can't keep them open, and I don't even have the strength to lift my hand to hold a cup of tea.

The mother, however, was stubborn and insisted that "filial piety is shown when a son serves his mother."

The servants all stayed far away, leaving all the work, inside and out, to him alone.

He then realized that his mother's temper was so difficult to please.

She would cry and make a scene at the slightest inconvenience, accusing him of being unfilial, calling Su Yuyan a vixen, and Yun Shuyao of being ungrateful.

Yun Shuyao must have silently endured all of these things in her past life.

He never knew that fulfilling filial piety was such a torturous thing.

"Husband, have some ginseng soup to nourish yourself."

Su Yuyan's voice suddenly rang out, sounding somewhat cautious.

She stood at the entrance of the corridor carrying a food box, a newly picked crabapple blossom tucked behind her ear, and a bowl of ginseng soup in her hands, the steam rising from it, enveloping her eyes and brows.

Gu Jinghuai was stunned for a moment, and a faint warmth rose in his heart.

He took the ginseng soup, smelled the familiar medicinal aroma, and vaguely recalled his past life.

Yun Shuyao often stewed ginseng soup for him, especially when he was tired from handling official business. The soup was always warm, just enough to warm his heart.

He tilted his head back and drank it all in one gulp, the rich and mellow flavor of the ginseng soup spreading across his tongue.

However, before the warmth could reach his limbs, a sudden heat surged in his lower abdomen, as if a fire was burning inside.

"you……"

Gu Jinghuai suddenly looked at Su Yuyan, the warmth in his eyes instantly turning into shock and anger.

What's in the soup?

Su Yuyan shrank back under his gaze, but her face flushed red, and her voice was as soft as cotton.

"My husband has been working hard these past few days, and I... I just wanted to help you recover."

"So that you...so that you can rest more comfortably..."

"Make me feel comfortable?"

Gu Jinghuai was so angry that he trembled all over. A feeling of heat surged up his blood vessels, mixed with the fatigue of the past few days, making him dizzy.

"My mother is still lying inside, and you're thinking about these filthy things?"

I was so tired I could barely stand up straight. You didn't even help me, and you even dared to drug me? He had never felt so disgusted.

Both were serving soup, but Yun Shuyao's soup was filled with concern, while hers was filled with calculation.

Both wanted to get close, but Yun Shuyao's thoughtfulness was subtle and gentle, while her attempts to please were like a persistent leech. "I'm not..."

Su Yuyan tried to pull him up, her eyes full of feigned grievance.

"My husband, I just really want a child..."

"roll!"

Gu Jinghuai abruptly slapped her hand away, the force so great that she staggered and fell to the ground.