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

Yun Shuyao's fingers gripped the fabric on his back tightly, causing the fine brocade to wrinkle layer by layer.

The rain suddenly intensified, pelting the tiles with a deafening patter that drowned out all other sounds from inside the pavilion.

The wind, carrying raindrops and the fresh scent of earth and bamboo leaves, slipped through the gaps in the bamboo curtain, but it did nothing to extinguish the ever-growing fire inside the pavilion.

Xiao Fang supported her waist, lifting her even higher.

Yun Shuyao's back never touched that cold pillar.

Xiao Fang's hand remained there, shielding him from all the cold.

He pinned her against the pillar, shielding her from the wind and rain with his own body, protecting her completely in the small, warm space of his embrace.

Yun Shuyao wrapped her arms around his neck, her forehead pressed against his temple, their breaths mingling, indistinguishable from one another.

Her eyes were half-closed, and her eyelashes were glistening with tiny droplets of water, whether from rain or something else, it was hard to tell.

Yun Shuyao could feel the man's heart beating heavily and rapidly in his chest, vibrating against her heart.

It was as if he wanted to make her heartbeat the same frequency as his.

Xiao Fang turned his head to find her lips and kissed her deeply and lingeringly.

The tip of the tongue carries an undeniable possessiveness, while the hands remain consistently restrained.

His fingertips traced her back inch by inch, as if afraid of breaking a piece of porcelain that had been lost and found again.

Yun Shuyao's waist was as soft as a piece of crumpled silk in his palm.

She clung to him, her whole being rising and falling gently with his every whim.

The copper bells at the corner of the pavilion jingled in the wind, and the bamboo curtains rustled incessantly in the rain, but those sounds became distant and indistinct.

All Yun Shuyao could hear was the man's heavy breathing and her own heart pounding in her chest.

It felt like someone was beating a drum inside her body, each strike hitting the softest spot.

After an unknown amount of time, Xiao Fang suddenly stopped and buried his face in the crook of her neck.

Half of his weight was pressing down on her, his hot breath spraying rapidly and erratically onto her collarbone.

The man's chest heaved violently, like a wild horse that had finally stopped running.

His strong arms held her tightly, so tightly that she could feel the man's body trembling slightly in every inch.

Yun Shuyao had long since lost the strength to speak and could only passively endure everything he gave her.

After a while, Yun Shuyao raised her aching arm and gently stroked the back of his neck.

Her fingertips ran through his sweat-dampened hair, the movement gentle, as if soothing a general who had completely removed his armor.

The rain outside the pavilion gradually subsided, turning from a downpour into a drizzle, and then from a drizzle into fine, dense needles, falling on the tiles almost silently.

The wind died down, and the bamboo curtain hung quietly, no longer making a sound.

Xiao Fang finally raised his head. A thin layer of sweat glistened on his forehead, and the violent, turbulent undercurrent in his eyes had subsided.

Instead, he wore an expression that Yun Shuyao had never seen before.

It was as if I had been struck by some immense tenderness, with a sense of satisfaction, weariness, and an almost fragile attachment.

Xiao Fang looked down at her, raised his hand, and gently wiped away the lipstick that had been smeared on her lips with his thumb.

He stroked her cheek with his fingertips and suddenly chuckled softly.

"You are mine."

The man's voice was still hoarse from the act, and every word seemed to come out from his chest.

"This life, and the next life, are all mine."

Yun Shuyao looked at his eyes, which were no longer gloomy, and smiled.

She reached out and pulled the outer garment that was lying to the side, draped it over his shoulders, and wrapped herself in it as well.

The two of them huddled together under the same garment, forehead to forehead, nose to nose, like two small animals embracing for warmth in a stormy night.

He lowered his head and placed a kiss on her forehead, without any lust, his lips simply touching hers lightly and lingering for a long time.

Outside the mansion gate, Gu Jinghuai still tried his best to kneel upright.

His thoughts were deeply trapped in a nightmare.

In her dream, Yun Shuyao coughed up blood, her mother coldly gave orders, and Su Yuyan's hypocritical smile flashed before her eyes like a revolving lantern.

After he finally realized his mistake, he understood that his previous "repentance" was nothing more than a performance of self-pity.

But now, he truly regrets it.

I regret being blind, I regret crushing the sincere heart I had given him.

The rain was sometimes heavy and sometimes light, and it stung my head when it hit.

Gu Jinghuai's consciousness gradually blurred, the pain from his wounds mixed with the chill seeped into his bones, and his forehead burned like fire.

He knew he had a fever, but he still stared intently at the tightly closed door, muttering to himself.

"Shu Yao... I was wrong... Please come out and see me..."

The gatekeeper was watching from the porch, genuinely afraid he might die there.

Finally, after he fell to the ground, she stamped her foot, turned around, and went into the mansion to report.

The gatekeeper had just entered the inner courtyard when he was stopped by Mingrui, Xiao Fang's close attendant.

"Don't report what happened outside. The two masters are busy and don't have time to hear about Young Master Gu's affairs."

"Yes, yes, yes."

The gatekeeper didn't dare say another word and quickly went back along the covered walkway.

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Xiao Fang straightened her clothes, then took off his own outer robe and wrapped it around her, before picking her up in his arms.

"Let's go back to our room."

He looked down at Yun Shuyao, his eyes still tinged with lingering darkness, his voice low and deep.

"If you catch a cold, you need to drink a bowl of ginger soup to ward off the chill."

Yun Shuyao nestled in his arms, hooking her arms around his neck and burying her face in his chest.

Xiao Fang walked quickly but steadily. As he passed through the corridor, raindrops flew in and dampened his shoulders.

But they protected her completely, not letting a single hair of hers get wet.

Hot water had already been prepared in the bedroom, and steam rose from behind the screen, making the whole room misty, as if shrouded in a thin veil.

Xiao Fang placed her on the edge of the bed and sat her down. He then turned and instructed the maid outside to bring in ginger soup.

The voice returned to its usual lazy tone, as if the person who had lost control in the pavilion just now was not him.

The maidservant brought in the ginger soup with her head down and then left, the door closing so softly it was almost inaudible.

Xiao Fang picked up the celadon bowl, scooped up a spoonful of ginger soup, blew on it, and brought it to her lips.

Yun Shuyao took a sip from his hand, the spicy ginger flavor warming her throat and causing her to furrow her brow slightly.

"Hot?" he asked.

"Spicy," she answered honestly.

He chuckled softly, scooped up another spoonful, tasted the temperature himself first, and then handed it over.

The spoon had just touched his lips when Yun Shuyao lowered her head to take it in her mouth, and her ears turned a little red.

After feeding him a bowl of ginger soup, he got up to test the water temperature in the bathtub.

His profile was reflected on the screen, with broad shoulders, a narrow waist, and smooth, powerful muscle lines.

Xiao Fang's hair ornament had long been removed by her, and his dark hair was loose down his back, which, against the backdrop of his half-open red brocade robe, gave him an indescribable air of unconventional elegance.

"The water temperature is just right."

He turned around, reached out his hand to Yun Shuyao, his eyes slightly upturned, with a smile that was hard to decipher.

"Will you go in by yourself, or should I carry you in?"

Yun Shuyao didn't answer, but simply placed her hand in his palm.

Xiao Fang immediately closed his fingers and pulled her up from the edge of the bed, while his other hand skillfully untied the ribbon of her outer garment.

He unwrapped slowly, his fingertips occasionally brushing against her collarbone and shoulder, each touch like a feather skimming the surface of water, leaving behind fine ripples.

The clothes fell one by one at my feet, piling up like soft clouds.

She walked barefoot on the rabbit fur carpet, bowing her head slightly in front of him, her eyelashes fluttering, but she did not flinch.

Xiao Fang's gaze slid from her eyebrows and eyes to her shoulders and neck, then to her waist, and continued downwards.

His gaze was intense yet restrained, as if he were admiring a masterpiece, not wanting to miss a single inch.

He bent down and carried her into the bathtub.

The moment the hot water washed over her shoulders, Yun Shuyao let out a comfortable sigh.

The water temperature was neither too hot nor too cold, indicating that it had been carefully adjusted.

She leaned against the tub, the steam blurring her features, revealing only a section of her fair neck and shoulders, which were tinged with a thin pink from the hot water.

Xiao Fang did not leave. He moved a low stool to sit next to the bathtub, rolled up his sleeves, picked up a ladle, scooped up hot water, and slowly poured it over her shoulders.

The water flowed down the curve of her back, and his gaze followed the trail of water downwards, his Adam's apple bobbing imperceptibly.

"I can do it myself..."

Yun Shuyao turned her head to look at him, her voice soft and sweet from the moisture in her breath.

"Don't move."

Xiao Fang pressed down on her shoulder, his voice was very soft, but his tone left no room for negotiation.

He dipped his palm in soap and started from Yun Shuyao's shoulder, inch by inch, downwards.

The calluses on his fingertips sent a subtle shiver down his spine as they brushed against her delicate skin.