Young widow in her boudoir

Several wine cups were empty on the table, and the wine pot had also fallen over.

At the same time, a woman's faint voice came from inside the bed curtains.

"My husband..."

Pei Zhiheng stopped in his tracks.

He noticed something unusual about her; her voice was more delicate than usual, unlike her usual self.

Pei Zhiheng's tall and slender shadow fell beside the couch.

Xie Rutang leaned against the carved railing of the canopy bed, her hair loose and falling over her shoulders, her cheeks flushed.

Pei Zhiheng glanced at the erotic pictures on the table again and roughly guessed what was going on.

Pei Zhiheng saw through her hidden desire. He was usually serious and upright, but he raised an eyebrow for once. His clothes were spotless, his gaze was intense, but his eyes were chillingly cold. "Madam Shen, you want to? Do you need my help?"

The quiet of the night is when she is most lonely.

Pei Zhiheng knew this best.

A cool breeze blew in from the window, fluttering the light gauze curtains and dispelling Xie Rutang's drunkenness.

She lifted her watery eyes and saw the candlelight flickering in the room, illuminating Pei Zhiheng's handsome profile with its distinct features. He was extremely tall and had an imposing presence.

Those eyes, as cold as an icy pool, were staring at her, the still-present official uniform adding to the desolate atmosphere.

Upon seeing him, Xie Rutang's face instantly turned bright red.

She never expected that Pei Zhiheng would appear when she was dealing with her own needs!

His words were so unrestrained and frivolous that she couldn't help but bite her lip: "Get out!"

"How did you get in here? Get out of here right now..."

Her defiance caused a chilling gloom to quickly settle between Pei Zhiheng's brows.

When Xie Rutang was emotionally agitated, her chest rose and fell beneath the covers, creating a magnificent arc that could not be concealed, revealing her graceful and tender charm.

He stared at it for a full moment before looking away. "There are no maids on duty in your room, and the courtyard gate is not closed. Isn't it obvious that someone is being allowed to enter?"

Pei Zhiheng stood still, looking down at her, his voice deep and resonant, "Do you think there's any place in this Shen residence that I can't set foot in?"

Even in her own Green Wutong Courtyard.

Xie Rutang's expression immediately changed, and she couldn't help but feel regret.

She forgot that the old lady had always treated Pei Zhiheng like her own son and wished that he could inherit the Shen family so that everyone in the Shen family could benefit from his power.

Xie Rutang was overwhelmed with shame and hurriedly covered herself with the light blue quilt.

She bit her lip until it bled, blaming herself for not locking the doors and windows properly. And Jin Yue must have gone off somewhere to sneak a drink of sweet wine!

Pei Zhiheng had just come over, originally intending for her to cook him a bowl of hangover soup.

But he still quickly caught sight of her straight and slender legs, which were then covered by the woman with a blanket.

Pei Zhiheng's Adam's apple bobbed silently and heavily.

Last time, on a night in the outskirts of Beijing, the soundproofing was poor, and he was already a gentleman not to push open the door next door. Who would have thought that Xie Rutang would appear in front of him again tonight in such a manner?

Especially now, he felt an uncontrollable surge of heat in his body, which made his face as black as ink, his brows furrowed, and his expression extremely ugly. The oppressive ferocity he exuded was even more terrifying than when he sat in court interrogating a serious criminal.

When Xie Rutang's gaze fell upon his face, she shrank her slender white neck in fright, thinking that he disliked her or that she had done something wrong to offend him, causing her to feel uneasy and her soft white hands to clench tightly.

Finally, Pei Zhiheng lowered the bed curtains, turned around, lifted the curtain, and stepped out of the inner room.

Xie Rutang felt as if she had been saved, and her heart, which had been in her throat, slowly returned to its place.

Unable to bear his cold, piercing gaze that seemed to dissect her innermost thoughts, she hurriedly put on her own clothes.

The awkwardness she had just experienced still left her feeling ashamed and unsure of how to react. But explaining the situation to him seemed equally awkward.

Xie Rutang sat on the edge of the bed, covered her clothes and took a few deep breaths. After calming down, she got up to pour herself a glass of water.

But as soon as she arrived at the Bisha Pavilion, where the light was dim, a tall figure suddenly appeared in the room, startling her.

After arriving at the Bisha Pavilion, Pei Zhiheng sat on the official's hat chair in front of the black lacquered plum and orchid screen, his wide sleeves hanging down, the folds of his clothes spreading out quietly.

That was the chair that Shen Yuan used to sit in.

He sat in the room, the silence itself carrying an invisible pressure.

Seeing him so calmly taking over Shen Yuan's chair, Xie Rutang felt a strange, inexplicable feeling welling up inside her.

The mere sight of a man sitting there already makes one feel uneasy.

"Second Master, why haven't you left yet..."

She thought he had left long ago.

Xie Rutang's cheeks were still flushed, and she didn't even dare to look up at him because he had caught her masturbating tonight.

She was still wearing her undergarments, her long hair was loose, and she had a soft and gentle charm that was different from usual.

Pei Zhiheng lightly placed his fingers on the rim of the chair, "Make me a bowl of hangover soup."

"What?"

Xie Rutang doubted that she had misheard.

Pei Zhiheng frowned, his gaze fixed on her. "You can't even make a hangover soup?"

How did she serve Shen Yuan before?

After realizing what was happening, Xie Rutang hesitated for a moment, clutching her sleeves, unsure whether she was afraid of his status or not, but she obediently went to the kitchen to cook him a bowl of hangover soup.

After the woman's graceful figure left, Pei Zhiheng's gaze slowly swept over her room.

As a widow, Xie Rutang kept everything simple. The furnishings in her house were not elaborate or luxurious. The display cabinet against the wall contained only a few elegant ornaments, and orchids were placed in a white porcelain vase.

Just like her personality, everything she does is simple and understated.

There was no strong incense in the room, but a faint, delicate fragrance lingered around him, like the scent on her body. Pei Zhiheng slowly opened his eyes.

At this moment, Xie Rutang returned with the hangover soup she had prepared.

Upon hearing the soft footsteps outside the gauze curtain, Pei Zhiheng quickly closed his eyes.

When Xie Rutang lifted the beaded curtain and entered, she saw that the man was already asleep.

That face was as beautiful as jade, with dragon-like eyebrows and phoenix-like eyes, and a uniquely handsome and striking bone structure. Even when he was asleep with his eyes closed, he was always surrounded by an innate noble and aloof aura.

She hesitated for a moment, then whispered to him, "Second Master, the hangover soup is ready."

I could feel her delicate fragrance getting closer.

Pei Zhiheng then opened his eyes.

Seeing him drink the hangover soup, Xie Rutang stood quietly to the side, still feeling uneasy. Her long eyelashes drooped as she repeatedly considered how to send this difficult person away.

After a moment, Xie Rutang lowered his eyes and said, "Second Master, you are of noble status and naturally have the freedom to come and go as you please. However, this is the inner courtyard residence, where men and women are separated. I hope Second Master will be mindful of this..."

Seeing how she avoided him, and knowing it was getting late, she even tried to send him away. If she were smart, she would have known to let him stay at Cuiwu Courtyard, so that she, a widow, would have someone to rely on in the Shen household.

The room was still filled with the woman's warm fragrance, which was very pleasant.

Pei Zhiheng's fingers, hanging silently at his side, twitched slightly. He frowned slightly, wondering if he hadn't hinted enough in the carriage last time.

Staring at Xie Rutang's elegant yet stunning face, with her cherry lips and snow-white skin, no matter what she encountered, she remained gentle and serene. It seemed that she had already accepted that Shen Shuming would stay in her room the next night.

Pei Zhiheng suddenly felt very bored.

He put down the bowl of hangover soup, a faint sneer on his lips, and without giving her another glance, strode away from Cuiwu Courtyard.

The footsteps gradually faded into the distance, and the courtyard returned to silence. Xie Rutang, who had been tense for a long time, finally breathed a sigh of relief.