Nong Nu Jiao

"Yan Chenghui, no..."

Cen Lingyi's thick hair was scattered on the grass, covered with bits of grass.

In her panic, she instinctively raised her hand to protect herself, her voice trembling with tears.

It was broad daylight, and we were in this valley.

"Please don't do this, I'm scared, please..."

She was both shocked and frightened. Forgetting everything else, she grabbed his wrist and pleaded with him pitifully.

Yan Chenghui's dark pupils locked onto her tear-streaked face, his eyes bloodshot, filled with a destructive desire, devoid of all reason.

During the days he had been searching for her, he had made countless vows in his heart that once he found her, he would never let her go!

Who cares if she's been married to someone else? Who cares if she's had children with someone else? Who cares who she truly loves?

This time, he will not let her go!

How could Cen Lingyi be a match for him?

The only thing that barely covered her belly was the maternity ties, which broke during the struggle.

Yan Chenghui's calloused hand gripped her heart!

Cen Lingyi felt like she was suffocating. A cool breeze swept over her, making the hairs on her body stand on end. She felt cold and in pain, and couldn't help but shiver.

"Your Highness, at least, at least find a place to hide..."

Cen Lingyi's eyes welled up with tears as she looked at his crazed and violent appearance.

At that moment, she understood: he wanted to take her in this desolate wilderness! A wave of humiliation washed over her, and scalding tears streamed down her face, soaking into her dark hair.

"You don't deserve it!"

Her heartbroken face was reflected in Yan Chenghui's dark eyes.

He paused slightly.

"Yes, I am not worthy, Your Highness, please proceed."

Cen Lingyi turned her face away, closed her eyes, and a large tear fell onto the grass, stubborn yet sorrowful.

Even the lowest-ranking prostitutes would at least have a room, a bed, and some privacy.

In his heart, she was not even as lowly as the lowest prostitute.

How could he, how could he humiliate her like that?

He did it on purpose, he deliberately treated her like that!

Yan Chenghui became even angrier upon hearing this.

"pain……"

She could only suppress her breathing and wait for this to pass.

"Take it."

Yan Chenghui locked her up, preventing her from escaping, his tone cold and his voice hoarse.

He knew she was in pain.

How could he feel any better?

In the past, when they were together, he always coaxed her and let her gradually adapt.

She brought this on herself, and she deserves this punishment!

Cen Lingyi bit her lip, looked at a swaying little flower not far away, and silently shed tears.

She knew he was doing it on purpose, deliberately humiliating her, punishing her for abandoning her back then and for betraying her today, venting all the anger in his heart.

Yan Chenghui was even more furious when he saw her looking so humiliated.

Is being with him really that repulsive to her?

Who does she want to be with? Song Mingchi?

He lowered his head, his lips close to her ear, and asked in a hoarse voice:

"How many times did you sleep with Song Mingchi along the way?"

Upon hearing this, Cen Lingyi suddenly turned her face. As their eyes met, she raised her hand to slap him across the face.

How could he say that about her?

Yan Chenghui, however, seemed to have anticipated this, and grabbed her slender wrist, pressing it against her head.

He picked up the bouquet of flowers that had fallen to the side and slowly spread it over her.

"Don't you like these flowers? Let them see them for Song Mingchi, let him see how I..."

He said some very offensive things.

The colorful wildflowers had been tossed and turned in her arms the whole way, and were now disheveled and wilted, looking quite different from what they used to be.

"You...you're disgusting..."

Cen Lingyi scolded him in embarrassment and anger, and finally slapped him with her other, still free hand.

Yan Chenghui paused, lowered his long eyelashes and stared at her, his eyes were bloodshot, and the blue veins on his neck throbbed.

Cen Lingyi turned her face away, refusing to meet his gaze.

Her slap wasn't actually that hard—she had already lost all her strength.

He must have felt humiliated by being slapped in the face by her.

But is he allowed to humiliate her, but she's not allowed to retaliate?

At worst... at worst, we'll let him fight back.

She closed her eyes, her wet eyelashes drooping.

Let him be.

Since he's done something like this, what else is he incapable of doing?

"We need this side too."

Yan Chenghui took her hand and placed it on her other cheek, his voice soft and manic.

"madman……"

Cen Lingyi suddenly opened her eyes, looked at him in astonishment, and blurted out a curse.

"I'm crazy! If you don't make a move, it'll be my turn!"

He slapped her, not too hard, not too soft.

Cen Lingyi exclaimed in surprise, her face turning so red it almost bled.

He hit her again!

Yan Chenghui, panting, whispered in her ear, "Are you still going to run?"

Cen Lingyi was speechless, shaking her head with tears streaming down her face.

"say!"

Yan Chenghui slapped him again.

"No... I'm not running anymore..."

Cen Lingyi was forced to speak, albeit haltingly.

"Look at me and tell me, who am I?"

Yan Chenghui lowered his head, forehead to forehead with hers, and pressed her for answers with increasing intensity.

"You are Yan Chenghui..."

Cen Lingyi was lost in thought, sobbing and muttering softly.

"wrong!"

Cen Lingyi was hit again.

"Yes...it's my husband..."

Cen Lingyi's face flushed red from his bullying, and tears streamed down her face.

Moved by her feelings, Yan Chenghui lowered his head and kissed her lips.

The commotion in the valley barely stopped from the afternoon of the first day until dawn the next day.

He poured out all the torment of chasing her for thousands of miles, the grievances of being abandoned time and time again, and the anger at her for having someone else in her heart.

He wanted to crush all her thoughts of escaping; he wanted to completely imprison her mind, her will, and her entire remaining life!

He wanted her to remember forever who truly held her destiny in their hands.

As Cen Lingyi fainted, she heard his whispers.

"Jiaojiao must have felt sorry for these flowers and plants, which is why she showered them with so much sweet rain. Why only for me..."

No matter how stubborn she was, she eventually couldn't withstand the extreme physical plundering and the despair of a broken mind.

The last vestige of clarity before my eyes shattered completely, and my consciousness vanished.

Her body went limp, she lost all strength, and fainted in his palm.

*

Amidst the rumbling of wheels, Cen Lingyi slowly opened her heavy eyelids, her dark pupils shifting slightly.

The first thing I noticed was the pervasive soreness, as if my bones had been disassembled and then reassembled. My whole body felt weak and sore, and the pain would spread along my limbs if I tried to move even a little bit.

They were completely unable to move.

Then she felt dizzy, her vision blurred, her body felt hot and cold, and her consciousness became hazy and confused.

She seems to have a fever; is she sick?

"woke up?"

Yan Chenghui's voice came from above.

Cen Lingyi looked up and saw his face, and her consciousness gradually returned.

Only then did she realize that she was resting her head on his lap, covered by his cloak, his deep breath enveloping her.

She vaguely recalled what had happened in the valley.

He seemed to have gone mad, tossing and turning her around all night and all day. Her body couldn't take it anymore, and she fainted.

He had never done this before. He was always very gentle and considerate of her feelings. At most, it would only happen twice a night.

This time, she begged him many times while crying, but he still wouldn't let her go, as if he wanted to kill her. Seven times, or eight times? She couldn't remember.

That's why she got sick.

"You have a fever." Yan Chenghui placed his large hand on her forehead and gently pressed it. "When we get to Binzhou, find a large medical clinic and ask a doctor to treat you."

Cen Lingyi twitched her lips, finding it all laughable.

She tried with all her might to break free from his embrace, but she was too weak to do so.

She could only turn her head away in annoyance, refusing to look at him.

If it weren't for him, how could she have become like this?

Yan Chenghui pursed his lips, looking at her resistant expression with a deep gaze.

The carriage was quiet, with only the sound of the wheels rolling forward.

After a long while, Cen Lingyi moved and opened her mouth.

"Do you want some water?"

Yan Chenghui picked up a cup of tea that had been left to cool.

"Where are my sister and Lingzhi?"

Cen Lingyi spoke, her voice hoarse.

She actually wanted to ask where the child was, but she was afraid he would call the child a "bastard" again, so she refrained from asking.

"I've already sent someone to escort your sister and child back to the capital," Yan Chenghui said calmly. "Lingzhi is in the carriage behind."

"My sister doesn't know how to take care of children on her own."

Cen Lingyi blurted out.

My sister is not married and has never had children, so how could she possibly take care of Cen Chiyao?

"I arranged for a maid."

Yan Chenghui said in a calm voice.

Cen Lingyi then fell silent.

It's no use talking to him; he won't give the child back to her.

She should be thankful that he didn't harm the child.

The carriage came to a stop amidst the silence between the two.

"Your Highness, we've arrived at the clinic."

Yun Que's voice entered the carriage.

Yan Chenghui picked up Cen Lingyi and carried her horizontally, his brows furrowing slightly.

She's lost weight since she ran away; she's very light.

He bent down out of the carriage, then raised his hand to pull up the hood of the cloak, covering her tightly, and strode into the clinic.

Cen Lingyi nestled in his cloak, hearing the commotion inside the clinic and smelling the aroma of medicine.

When the senior doctor saw someone carrying a seriously ill patient in, he immediately put down his medical record and looked up, his gaze falling on the two of them.

The young man had a noble and refined appearance, and his demeanor was indescribably noble. He held the person in his arms tightly.

The person in his arms had no face, but he could tell that her figure, wrapped in a cloak, was slender and must be a woman.

"My lord, you may place your wife on the couch, and I will examine her pulse."

The old doctor got up to greet him and spoke gently.

He naturally assumed that a man and a woman who could be so intimate must be a couple.

Yan Chenghui was taken aback, then nodded slightly: "Thank you for your trouble, Doctor."

From his words, Cen Lingyi realized that he had tacitly accepted their status as husband and wife.

She closed her eyes, a flush of embarrassment rising on her face.

couple?

How could she possibly be worthy of him?

Would he be willing to treat Xia Qinghe the way he did last night?

Yan Chenghui did not let her show her face, but only pulled out her right arm so that the doctor could take her pulse.

Cen Lingyi noticed that the doctor's fingers were on her wrist.

She quickly grabbed her cloak with her other hand to cover her face, afraid that the doctor would see her.

What happened last night might be able to be hidden from others, but it certainly can't be hidden from an experienced doctor.

If the old doctor looks at her face and speaks later, she'll want to find a hole to crawl into.

"If there's nothing else, you may all leave now."

The old doctor withdrew his hand and looked at Yun Que and the clinic's staff.

Cen Lingyi's face burned even more.

The old doctor was being lenient with her by sending everyone away.

"My lord, may I take a look at my wife's complexion?"

The old doctor inquired about Yan Chenghui.

"it is good."

Yan Chenghui reached out to lift the hat covering Cen Lingyi's face.

But it couldn't be lifted open immediately—Cen Lingyi's hand was inside.

"Stop fooling around, let the doctor take a look."

Yan Chenghui's words even seemed to have a hint of coaxing her.

Cen Lingyi was momentarily lost in thought, and she had no strength in her hands.

With a slight effort, Yan Chenghui lifted the hat, revealing Cen Lingyi's flushed face.

The old doctor glanced at her and asked kindly, "Does your throat hurt, madam?"

"Her voice is hoarse."

Yan Chenghui then spoke.

The old doctor nodded knowingly, sat back down at his desk, picked up his pen, and said, "Madam is physically exhausted, the mountain wind has affected her body, and her spirit is also breaking down. Her body couldn't withstand it, which is why she fell ill. I'll prescribe a medicine that she should take for seven or eight days, and she should get better. However, she will need to cheer herself up."

Thank you for your trouble.

Yan Chenghui nodded.

After writing the prescription, the old doctor looked at Yan Chenghui and said, "Young master is young and full of vigor, which I can understand, but you still have to consider the wife's health and should not indulge in such desires again."

"I've got it."

Yan Chenghui nodded in agreement as if nothing had happened.

Cen Lingyi pulled the hood of her cloak over her face, making her look like she was melting away, wishing she could just disappear on the spot.

"This is the prescription; my clinic has all these medicines."

The old doctor handed the prescription to Yan Chenghui.

Cen Lingyi suddenly remembered something and spoke through the gap in her cloak: "Please trouble the doctor to prescribe a contraceptive medicine for me."

She had almost forgotten about it; she had too many things to do and absolutely could not get pregnant again.

Upon hearing this, Yan Chenghui turned to look at her, his originally gentle expression instantly turning cold.