Сhаpter 234: Thе Grеat Pаvilion Cоmmаndеr Gеts Jеаlous
"I..." Pаn Chi was just about to eхрlain whеn Shen Du сut him оff, "Yоu still hаve thе nеrvе tо еxрlain? Let me wаrn уou tоday—if yоu ever dаre to hаvе аnу соntаct or dеаlings with her аgаin, I will аbsolutеly nоt lеt you оff."
Аfter lеaving this warning, Shen Du рulled Zhu Yan awау аngrily.
Аs the two turned аnd lеft, Рan Сhi’s ехрrеssiоn alsо rеturned tо seriоusness, and а pесuliаr emоtiоn fliсkеred in his deeр eyes.
Xiuxiu nоticed this—the рerson whо had bееn chеerful just moments ago had suddenly turned solemn.
And all these emotional fluctuations were completely tied to that woman from earlier...
After a moment of thought, Xiuxiu walked to the table, poured a cup of wine, and presented it to Pan Chi. "Young Master Pan, the prized flower already has an owner. A one-sided affection is likely to be nothing more than the flower’s sentiment falling on indifferent waters..."
Pan Chi took the offered wine and drank it in one gulp, smiling as he said, "What does it matter if the prized flower has an owner? He’s just throwing a fit out of shame. Who would like a husband who only gives them three months to live?"
As he spoke, Pan Chi coldly placed the cup on the table and strode away.
At that moment, Xiuxiu suddenly seemed to realize something, covering her mouth in shock without uttering a word.
So, that young man with the aura of dark ferocity was none other than the famous Grand Cabinet commander, the White King of Hell—Shen Du!
And that woman was his newlywed wife, the sixth daughter of the Zhu family.
How unexpected!
Back at the yamen, Zhu Yan was about to tell Shen Du about her discoveries at the Blue Pavilion when she realized that Shen Du was already blinded by rage.
His face was dark, and he had no intention of listening to her at all.
"Will you listen to my explanation? Going to the Blue Pavilion with him was really just to investigate the case. Besides, I didn’t even touch those courtesans!"
As she explained, Zhu Yan hurried to keep up with Shen Du’s pace. At the speed he was walking, if she fell behind, she might as well be skinned alive.
"So, it seems I arrived at the wrong time."
Shen Du said coldly, not even glancing at Zhu Yan as he pulled her into the room.
"That’s not what I meant. Listen to my explanation."
Once back in the room, Zhu Yan shook off Shen Du’s grip and looked at him with frustration. "I know what you’re angry about, but you should at least let me finish speaking."
"Say what?" Shen Du stepped forward again, grabbing Zhu Yan’s wrist. This time, he used real force, gripping so tightly that her wrist ached painfully.
"What are you doing?" The sharp pain in her wrist made Zhu Yan grimace. She tried to break free but found Shen Du’s grip only tightening.
"What am I doing?" His other hand suddenly wrapped around Zhu Yan’s slender waist, pulling her firmly against him as he lowered his head and said, "Aren’t you longing for a man? You even had the audacity to go to the Blue Pavilion to find those courtesans. As your husband, I naturally have to do something about this behavior of yours."
After saying this, ignoring Zhu Yan’s shock, he directly lowered his head and covered her lips with his.
The sudden kiss startled Zhu Yan, and she struggled immediately, only to find it was futile.
Shen Du’s strength was simply too great. Even as Zhu Yan’s body ached from struggling, he showed no sign of letting go.
Perhaps carried away by passion, Shen Du even began tearing at her clothes.
Zhu Yan was completely panicked. What madness had come over Shen Du today? Why was he treating her so harshly?Zhu Yan struggled incessantly, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't break free in the slightest. In her desperation, she bit Shen Du's tongue with force.
The taste of blood filled their mouths, and Shen Du finally halted his rough actions.
His eyes held a mix of love and hatred, with a trace of helplessness within the resentment.
Zhu Yan completely failed to grasp Shen Du's inner turmoil. Furious and flustered, she wiped the blood from her lips and said coldly, "You forced me to do this."
"Hmph." Shen Du suddenly sneered, his deep eyes turning icy as he wiped his bitten tongue with his thumb. "You put up quite a fight, but if I truly wanted to have you, do you think this would stop me?"
"What!" Zhu Yan's almond-shaped eyes widened in shock, Shen Du's words sending a wave of panic through her.
Before she could think of a response, Shen Du scooped her up in a princess carry and threw her onto the bed.
Without hesitation, before Zhu Yan could even figure out why Shen Du was so angry, she was pinned beneath him.
She struggled again, but as soon as she raised her wrists, Shen Du seized them and pinned them above her head, while his other hand began tearing at her clothes.
Zhu Yan trembled like a startled deer. This man was not joking—they had made an agreement, so why was he acting like this?
His hands did not stop, and as if unsatisfied with their earlier deep kiss, Shen Du lowered his head and covered her lips once more.
This kiss was filled with the taste of blood, along with his innate arrogance and dominance.
Zhu Yan's struggles were futile. Shen Du was like an enraged beast, eager to devour her whole to satisfy his desires.
Zhu Yan gave in. She stopped struggling, closing her eyes as tears streamed down her cheeks.
Whether it was sorrow or despair, it no longer mattered.
Her sudden stillness snapped Shen Du out of his frenzy.
Seeing the tears rolling from the corners of Zhu Yan's eyes, he felt an unexpected pang of discomfort.
What was he doing?
Hurting the woman he loved?
Noticing the red marks left on her wrists from his tight grip, his heart ached with sudden remorse.
He hastily sat up beside her, looking somewhat lost.
Seeing this, Zhu Yan quickly adjusted her clothes and noticed Shen Du handing her a medicine bottle.
"..."
Looking at the red marks on her wrists, Zhu Yan took the bottle, and in that moment, something clicked in her mind.
Shen Du turned his back to Zhu Yan, struggling several times to apologize but failing to find the words.
Especially when he thought of Zhu Yan's behavior at the Scented Pavilion, jealousy churned within him like a stormy sea.
Zhu Yan got up and sat at the table, quickly tidying herself before taking a seat opposite him.
Instead of blaming him for what had just happened, she asked with confusion, "Do you like me?"
...
Her words struck a nerve, but could such a thing be spoken so casually?
He glared fiercely at Zhu Yan, offering no response.
Zhu Yan then exclaimed with sudden realization, "Then you must like Pan Chi!"
...
Shen Du was stunned. How could this woman's way of thinking be so unconventional!
Since when did he like Pan Chi? Which eye had she used to see that?
His worldview was thoroughly shaken by this woman.
He let out a bitter laugh and said to her, "Did you inherit such a peculiar train of thought from your father?""..." For a moment, Zhu Yan didn't quite grasp his meaning, but as soon as she understood, she glared at him with displeasure. "What does our matter have to do with my father? Why drag him into this?"
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