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

As his calloused fingertips traced her waistline, his gaze locked onto her face.

Yun Shuyao closed her eyes weakly, her eyelashes trembling violently, her cheeks flushed with exhaustion.

He stopped frowning, perhaps because he was too exhausted.

"Is it comfortable?"

Xiao Fang asked softly, with a hint of uncertainty in his voice.

Yun Shuyao suddenly opened her eyes, glared at him reproachfully, and turned her face away.

"You...don't ask that."

He chuckled softly, the sound vibrating in his chest, and it was especially clear against her skin.

"You're not going to tell, are you?"

Xiao Fang deliberately slowed down his movements, gently caressing her waist with his fingertips.

Seeing that her breathing was gradually becoming erratic again, he leaned close to her ear.

"Then I'll keep trying until you're willing to tell me."

She was at her wit's end, clutching his arm, her voice barely audible.

"Stop trying... I... really like it... okay?"

Xiao Fang's eyes lit up instantly; he knew that Shu Yao must like it too.

Through this indulgence, he learned a lot.

Yun Shuyao's rejections were actually due to shyness.

Reddened eyes signify ultimate pleasure.

Her slightly parted lips concealed a silent acceptance.

Xiao Fang stopped asking questions and focused more intently on her reaction.

Observe where she likes to be kissed, at what moment she tenses up, and in what action she unconsciously leans into her arms.

It's like studying a piece of music, trying to remember every note that makes her tremble.

The man kept adjusting the rhythm until he found the most harmonious cadence.

Midway through, she couldn't take it anymore and turned her face to bite his shoulder.

Xiao Fang grunted, but didn't stop moving.

He simply lowered his head and kissed her sweaty forehead, his voice incredibly gentle.

"Honey, it'll be almost healed this time."

Moonlight streamed through the window cracks, falling on his emotionally charged profile.

Xiao Fang was no longer the novice who needed to be cautious and tentative, but he still put her feelings first.

His "testing" wasn't entirely for his own enjoyment; he also wanted her to comfortably indulge in it.

As dawn broke, the warm sunlight streaming into the bedroom was exceptionally clear, like a thin veil shrouding the intertwined shadows within the curtains.

The man already understands her very well.

I know at what moment she will melt into a puddle of water.

Do you know what kind of kiss will make her willingly cling to his neck?

When I noticed her eyes were red at the corners, it wasn't from pain, but rather a sign that she was approaching her limit.

His precision was as if he were playing a piece he knew by heart.

Sometimes his breath was rapid like a sudden downpour, sometimes gentle like flowing water, making her float in his breath.

Yun Shuyao was no longer shy or restrained.

She would approach him and bury her face in the crook of his neck.

The soft sobs that came from his throat contained no grievances, only complete trust and indulgence.

Xiao Fang's fingertips traced her back, as if he were pressing the strings of a musical instrument.

Their breaths had already intertwined, making it impossible to tell whose breath was hotter or whose heartbeat was faster.

The man lowered his head and kissed her, as if dancing a dance that would never end.

Midway through, he deliberately slowed down when she was at her most vulnerable, watching Yun Shuyao frown in displeasure.

The man chuckled softly and whispered in her ear.

"Getting impatient?"

Yun Shuyao didn't have the energy to scold him, so she could only glare at him.

Her eyes, however, were wet and not at all intimidating; instead, they seemed to be seducing him.

Xiao Fang stopped teasing her, his rapid breathing was perfectly harmonious.

Finally, Xiao Fang held her tightly, letting her face press against his firm chest, and the two listened to each other's heartbeats, which were like thunderclaps.

In the morning light, the man looked at her reddened eyes and the satisfied smile on her lips.

Suddenly I realized that this is probably what "harmonious music" means.

He understood her every reaction, and she was also captivated by his every move.

The two were like two intertwined vines, growing into each other's image in their extreme intimacy.

"I love you so much... I'm so happy..."

Yun Shuyao twitched the corner of her mouth slightly before completely losing consciousness.

Five days later, at the polo field.

Gu Jinghuai stood outside the fence of the polo field, the wind whipping up dust that stung his face and made his throat tight.

He secretly ran away from the village and came back.

Su Yuyan's cries still echoed in my ears, and the sour smell of the old woman's brown rice porridge clung to the tip of my nose.

But he couldn't care less. The servant said, "Yun Shuyao is here."

When Gu Jinghuai heard the news of Yun Chongshan's death, the funeral had already taken place.

He felt that Yun Shuyao would be very sad, so he wanted to stay with her and offer as much comfort as possible.

But Xiao Fang wouldn't allow him to get close at all. Twice he appeared near the Zhenbei Prince's Mansion, and both times he was spotted by Xiao Fang's纨绔 (playboy) brothers.

If he hadn't run fast, he probably would have been ganged up on and beaten up by that group of people.

This is the polo field, which is much less guarded than the palace, making it the place where he has the best chance to get close to Yun Shuyao.

He thought Yun Shuyao would be trapped in the small space of the inner courtyard, just like in his previous life.

He has endless trivial matters to attend to, his brows are furrowed with worry, and his temples are streaked with gray.

After all, most women are like that after they get married.

But he was wrong.

On the stands, Yun Shuyao was dressed in riding attire. The bright red fabric was lifted by the wind, revealing a moon-white inner garment underneath, as bright as a willow budding in spring.

Clutching a red silk handkerchief, she stood on tiptoe, peering at the field, her smile brighter than the sun.

"Xiao Fang! Keep it up!"

Yun Shuyao's clear voice drifted over, mixed with the cheers from the audience, carrying a joy he had never heard before.

Gu Jinghuai followed Yun Shuyao's gaze.

The figure wielding the pole and riding his horse on the field was none other than Xiao Fang.

He was dressed in bright red riding attire, his posture upright, and he wielded the polo mallet with effortless skill.

A beautiful turn and interception will draw cheers from the stands.

The moment the goal was scored, Xiao Fang reined in his horse, looked up at the stands, and his gaze landed precisely on Yun Shuyao.

Even from a distance, Gu Jinghuai could see the smile in the man's eyes.

Xiao Fang raised his hand and swung the golf club, as if in response to Yun Shuyao's cheers.

Yun Shuyao smiled even more happily, raising her hand and waving the red silk handkerchief like a fluttering butterfly.

The sunlight fell on her face, making her look exceptionally radiant.

The light in her eyes was brighter than any other girl's.

It was a kind of ease that emanated from her very bones, a look that Gu Jinghuai had never seen on her face before.

In her past life, Yun Shuyao always kept her head down.

She kept her head down when straightening his clothes, and she kept her head down when checking the account books.

Even when greeting elders, they rarely look up at them.

Gu Jinghuai always felt that she was sullen, like an orchid that never sees the light, carrying a lingering melancholy.

He even complained to Su Yuyan about it.

"I married a block of wood, she always has a long face, it's so depressing to look at."

But now, this "wooden" tree laughs so freely and lives so vibrantly in front of others.

Xiao Fang scored another goal on the field. This time, he rode straight to the edge of the stands, looked up at Yun Shuyao, and said something.

Yun Shuyao took the water pouch from the maid and threw it down with a smile.

Xiao Fang caught it steadily, tilted his head back and took a few gulps, then flipped the water pouch over and tossed it back, showing such perfect teamwork.

Yun Shuyao's cheeks flushed, and the coquettish look in her eyes pierced Gu Jinghuai's heart like a needle.

He suddenly remembered Su Yuyan from the Zhuangzi.

From the day she married him, that woman hardly ever smiled.

They were either crying and complaining about how hard life was, or sighing and cursing the servants for being difficult.

He used to think Su Yuyan was pitiful, but now he looked at Yun Shuyao on the stage, who was smiling radiantly.

Only then did I realize that true misery is not about having a hard life, but about turning your life into a mess and then complaining about everything.

Yun Shuyao, no matter who she marries, always manages to live a wonderful life.

"Young master, shall we go back...?"

The servant beside him spoke cautiously.

Gu Jinghuai didn't speak, but stared intently at the brightly lit figure in the stands.

My chest felt like it was blocked by something, a dull, aching pain.