Chapter 32: Getting Hands-on with the Wedding Photos

’Xu Yue... actually lied for me?’

Xu Yue had never said a single unnecessary word on his behalf.

In her eyes, he was practically invisible. The only time they ever interacted was when he collected his living allowance. Otherwise, they were like complete strangers.

But now, she had actually covered for him!

And she’d done it flawlessly, her story a perfect match for the one he’d fabricated.

’But why?’

"But sis, I swear I saw him!"

Xu Qian wasn’t ready to back down. She looked at Xu Yue, about to say more.

"Qianqian."

But Xu Yue cut her off. Her voice wasn’t loud, but it carried an unchallengeable authority. "It’s the middle of the night," she said. "Don’t be so loud. People are trying to sleep."

"I... Ugh... Fine!"

Xu Qian opened her mouth, wanting to argue, but after meeting Xu Yue’s cold, phoenix-like eyes, she swallowed the words right back down.

In the Xu Family, Xu Yue’s word was law.

No matter how domineering Xu Qian could be, she always fell in line for her older sister.

"Hmph!"

In the end, all Xu Qian could do was snort resentfully. She shot Yang Xun a venomous glare and hissed in a low voice, "You got lucky. Next time I catch you doing something perverted, I’m calling the cops. I’ll make sure you rot in jail, you bastard!"

Yang Xun said nothing, merely giving Xu Qian a detached glance before turning his gaze to Xu Yue.

Their eyes met.

Xu Yue’s phoenix-like eyes were as cold as ever, betraying no emotion.

She swept her usual, indifferent gaze over Yang Xun and said coolly, "We’ll talk about the living allowance another day. You can go back for now."

"Alright."

Yang Xun gave a slight nod. Without another word, he turned and headed downstairs.

But the moment he turned, his heart gave a strange little jump.

It wasn’t out of fear, nor was it embarrassment.

It was an indescribable... stirring.

The fact that Xu Yue had lied for him was like a stone tossed into the placid lake of his heart, sending ripples spreading across the surface.

This wife of his, who would never even give him the time of day, who treated him as if he were ice, had chosen to help him at the critical moment.

’Why?’

’Wasn’t she the one who despised him most of all?’

’Didn’t she feel that even a single glance in his direction was a waste of time?’

’Then why did she help me?’

...

Back in his room, Yang Xun lay on his bed, staring absently at the night sky.

’So much had happened tonight!’

’First, sleeping with Sister Mi Ting had caused him to have a breakthrough! Then, he’d helped his sister-in-law sate her lust, only to accidentally walk in on Xu Yue pleasuring herself.’

’And most importantly, Xu Yue had actually lied for him.’

’Xu Yue hated lying, but for his sake, she’d lied herself.’

’This woman... what is she thinking?’

The more he thought about it, the more confused he became. Yang Xun rolled over and muttered, "Forget it. I’m not going to think about it. Time for sleep..."

But as soon as he closed his eyes, his mind filled with images from the night: the sight of Xu Yue lying on her side, her devilishly curvy figure, her suppressed moans...

It all replayed in his mind like a slideshow on an endless loop.

He tossed and turned for a good half an hour, but he was still wide awake.

BUZZ!

Just then, his phone vibrated.

Yang Xun instinctively picked up his phone. A text message had popped up on the screen, and the sender’s name made him freeze on the spot.

Xu Yue!!

’It was a message from Xu Yue.’

Yang Xun swallowed hard, a nervous glint in his eyes. He knew that if Xu Yue was texting him, it was almost certainly to question him about what had happened.

Sure enough, when he opened the text, there was only a single, short line.

"How much did you see tonight?"

Staring at the words on the screen, a fine sheen of sweat instantly broke out on Yang Xun’s forehead.

’How the hell am I supposed to answer that?’

’If I say I didn’t see anything, it’ll sound like a total lie.’

’The whole reason Xu Qian flew into a rage was that she’d seen me with her own eyes, peeking through the crack in the door.’

’If I say I saw nothing, the lie will be too obvious. Someone as smart as Xu Yue would never believe it.’

’But if I say I saw everything, that’s just social suicide, isn’t it?’

’The lie Xu Yue told to cover for me would have been completely wasted.’

Yang Xun tossed and turned, his finger hovering over the screen. He typed and deleted, then typed and deleted again.

He agonized over it for a full two minutes.

Finally, he took a deep breath and typed out a line.

"I only saw a little."

After hitting send, Yang Xun stared at the screen, his heart pounding in his chest.

At the top of the screen, the indicator showed that she was typing.

The three dots blinked for a few seconds, vanished for a moment, then reappeared.

Then, a new message popped up.

"How much is ’a little’?"

’Holy shit!’

’Xu Yue was actually pressing for details!’

Yang Xun felt his whole back grow damp with sweat, as if he were being roasted over a fire.

’What is this woman trying to do? Does she have to force me to spell it out?’

After a moment’s thought, Yang Xun quickly tapped out a reply on the screen.

"I honestly only saw for a split second. I was about to knock when I happened to glance at the crack in the door. I thought I saw some movement, so I didn’t dare look any longer."

Without waiting for a reply, he immediately sent another message.

"And you don’t need to be embarrassed. We’re both adults, and we have natural urges. It’s completely normal, not a big deal at all. I won’t think anything of it. And I won’t tell anyone, either. You can rest assured!"

Once the message showed as "sent," Yang Xun tossed his phone aside and let out a long sigh of relief.

’I’ve done all I can. I’ve smoothed it over as best as I could.’

’Whether or not Xu Yue believes me is out of my hands.’

After five or six minutes, Xu Yue still hadn’t replied.

’She probably went to sleep...’

Yang Xun waited for a long while. Seeing no reply, he tried to reassure himself.

’Since Xu Yue wasn’t pressing the issue, it probably meant she’d accepted his explanation.’

’Besides, she had also lied for me, which meant she didn’t want to make a big deal out of it.’

’That meant the incident was probably over and done with.’

At that thought, Yang Xun’s tense nerves finally relaxed. He placed his phone by his pillow, rolled over, closed his eyes, and soon fell into a deep sleep.

...

「Meanwhile!」

Xu Yue looked at Yang Xun’s reassuring text message, her expression turning incredibly serious.

"Heh... If only it were just ordinary urges, that would be wonderful!"

After muttering to herself, she didn’t reply to Yang Xun. Instead, she started scrolling through her phone, something she loved to do for a while before bed.

Only at times like this did she feel like her body and soul were truly her own.

Once the sun rose, she would have to throw herself back into her work, with no freedom to speak of.

Hm?

Just then, Xu Yue’s expression changed slightly. She had stumbled upon her wedding photo with Yang Xun on her phone.

In the photo, she was wearing a pure white wedding gown, a thin veil resting on her head. Her delicate features were like those of a woman who had stepped out of a painting, beautiful beyond compare.

The man standing beside her wore a black suit. He had sharply defined features, bold brows, and bright eyes. His nose was high and straight, and a faint smile played on his lips. Although his smile seemed a bit restrained and cautious, it couldn’t hide his innate handsomeness.

"Looking closely, this guy is actually quite handsome," Xu Yue mused with a faint smile.

But soon, her brow furrowed slightly, and a look of intense craving appeared in her eyes.

After a moment’s hesitation, her hand slid slowly between her legs.

"Mmmph..."

An alluring moan echoed in the room.

An unknown amount of time passed before a low, alluring cry suddenly echoed in the dark room. "Yang Xun, I... I think I need it... Quick... fuck me to death!!"