章 9: Starting a New Game
Jiang Yanxu touched the young man's face gently with both hands, looking at him with concern, as he should show on the outside. Inside, however, his heart sneered, holding back his hatred for Ye Xinren.
As Jiang Yanxu expected, Ye Xinren was just a weak young man without Tang Shilin and Shen Ke. He didn't have any authority at all. Like a parasite dependent on its host, Ye Xinren had lived well in the Jiang Family, relying on his status as Jiang Yanxu's legal wife and the protection from the old Jiang Yanxu, who had always loved and obeyed him. Now, when Jiang Yanxu changed suddenly, Ye Xinren was just an ordinary young man, crying easily and too spoiled when pressed by urgency.
Heh, Ye Xinren's tears were the most powerful way to conquer his heart!
Jiang Yanxu smiled. In Ye Xinren's eyes, the smile seemed sincere, but it was an incredibly perfect trick. There was no way to tell that it hid deep resentment, and on closer inspection, Jiang Yanxu didn't seem to have any mercy anymore, as if he had left it all behind in his previous life.
Jiang Yanxu couldn't wait to see how Ye Xinren would react to his current self. Would he beg for sympathy? Would he still want to stay with him? Jiang Yanxu wanted to watch the act unfold. After all, if Ye Xinren hadn't betrayed him in the previous life, they could have lived heartily.
Who threw him in prison? Who locked him up and killed him so mercilessly?
Jiang Yanxu smiled, his hidden fangs and claws finally surfacing, eager to show them off. This life favored him slightly. He remembered his past life, and now, by changing a few plots, he could witness the shocking reactions of those who had made him suffer.
Excited, Jiang Yanxu couldn't wait to see Tang Shilin and Shen Ke's reactions.
He wiped the remaining tears from Ye Xinren's eyelids and said, "Don't cry anymore. You look ugly when you cry. Now, let's go to the room to talk."
Ye Xinren wiped his tears. His somber face softened, looking better than before.
"What do we need to talk about, though?" Ye Xinren lifted his chin, his bright cat-like eyes fixed on Jiang Yanxu.
Jiang Yanxu used to truly love those eyes, and even now, a part of him still felt it. But his feelings had changed. The love was gone, replaced by resentment that ran through his veins.
"Didn't you want to have a nice talk with me earlier?"
Ye Xinren lowered his head at the words, hiding his face in shame.
Meanwhile, Song Yuhang, who had been standing awkwardly, asked to leave, citing schedule arrangements. Jiang Yanxu let him go. It was clear that he felt uncomfortable watching them.
Jiang Yanxu grabbed Ye Xinren's hand and pulled him inside the bedroom.
Ye Xinren sat silently on the side of the bed, waiting for Jiang Yanxu to speak.
"Honey, don't pout anymore. Earlier, my head really hurt, so I couldn't think straight," Jiang Yanxu said, lighting a cigarette.
Not looking at him, Ye Xinren still felt the sting of disdain as Jiang Yanxu took a slow drag.
No response. Jiang Yanxu snuffed out the cigarette and sat beside Ye Xinren, putting his arm around him. "We just got married. This is what you've always wanted, isn't it? It's not good for lovers to fight early in their marriage. People say it won't last. So cheer up, because we're here for our honeymoon, not to fight."
Ye Xinren responded by turning his head, his face softening as he stared at Jiang Yanxu with tenderness. Then, unexpectedly, he kissed him.
Jiang Yanxu was taken aback at first but soon responded. After all, he knew that after a few quarrels, love-making was the typical way to make up.
Jiang Yanxu pressed his lips deeper into Ye Xinren's, and the kiss grew more intense. Ye Xinren felt pain, but Jiang Yanxu didn't relent. He pinned Ye Xinren beneath him, kissing him roughly.
Ye Xinren, struggling for air, gasped as Jiang Yanxu continued to kiss him relentlessly. The pain and pleasure blurred together as Jiang Yanxu indulged his need to dominate.
Eventually, satisfied, Jiang Yanxu stopped, staring down at Ye Xinren, whose teary eyes met his. They both panted, but in different states of mind.
Ye Xinren's hands were pinned, his body helpless, waiting for Jiang Yanxu's next move. He tried to look at the man he loved, but the mist in his eyes made it impossible to see anything clearly.
Jiang Yanxu, usually gentle in intimacy, was now rough, his growing resentment and hatred pushing him to treat Ye Xinren without mercy. No longer guarding himself, Jiang Yanxu took advantage of the situation, showing no restraint as he sought satisfaction.
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