Chapter 1418: Chapter 1418: The Bitterness of These Years (4)
Dong Wenxiu sensed something was amiss. Whirling around abruptly, her complexion transformed as she rose to leave.
âHuinian,â Yang Baiyue, however, grasped Dong Wenxiuâs arm in one swift motion.
âLet go.â Dong Wenxiu struggled, throwing off his grip, then continued to turn to leave. But after only a couple of steps, she caught a whiff of a fragrance and instantly felt dizzy, her feet unable to move.
âHuinian,â Yang Baiyue reached out again and seized her arm.
âLet go!â Dong Wenxiu cried out in panic, but she felt weak all over and somewhat dizzy.
âNo.â Yang Baiyue stubbornly shook his head. âKeep shouting. Itâs better if people come. I will tell everyone the truth⊠I remember now, everything, that you are my wife, and I am your husbandâŠâ
âYouâre talking nonsense!â Dong Wenxiu was still cautious and lowered her voice, âYou are Mo Wenjie. My husband has been long dead, deadâŠâ She desperately tried to break free from his grip, but she couldnât no matter how hard she tried. Moreover, she realized that, as much as the touch repulsed her, she seemed to enjoy it. Even though she was very sickened by this feeling, she could tell that something was wrong with the fragrance from before.
âHuinian, I know you have me in your heart. Huinian, I really missed you so muchâŠâ Yang Baiyue completely ignored Dong Wenxiuâs struggle and rejection. Instead, he pulled her even closer, heedless that her right arm had no strength, effectively unable to pin her against him, he ultimately could only push her vigorously against a pillar to hold her down. âHuinian, these years have been so hard for meâŠâ As he spoke, tears began to fall.
âLet me goâŠâ Dong Wenxiuâs eyes reddened with urgency, but she simply couldnât push him away, or perhaps she didnât want to push him away, because her body was heating up and only his touch seemed to comfort her. Even feeling as idiotic as she did, she knew she must have been drugged, âWhat did you give me?â
âNothing much, just a drug that allows you to release your true nature,â Yang Baiyueâs eyes flickered with a hint of smugness. âYouâve remained widowed all these years just because you have me in your heart, right? So I came backâŠâ Saying this, he leaned in to kiss Dong Wenxiu.
Dong Wenxiu felt limp all over, unable to shout despite trying, and although she wished to push him away, the heat throughout her body seemed to only ease with his touch. At that moment, her heart was filled with despair; she had underestimated this manâs shamelessness; sheâŠ
Yang Baiyue curved his lips slightly and then glanced around before walking off to the side, holding Dong Wenxiu with him. This pavilion wasnât the place for passerby to discover them now.
At this time, Yang Ruxin was listening to Du Juanâs report. These days she and Du Man had done quite a few things, rallying all the vagrant beggars throughout Hangzhou City; of course, there were many twists and turns, which need not be elaborated on, the gist was that their objective had been accomplished. The vagrant beggar children ran all over the place, collecting information with remarkable speed.
What Du Juan was recounting at the moment was the matter of the Zhao Family.
In Hangzhou City, there were two major tea merchants, the Leng Family and the Zhao Family, both seemingly matched in strength, each occupying a third of the tea mountains and plantations surrounding the city.
The Leng Family owned a tea garden that produced Dragon Well tea of exceptionally fine quality. On the strength of this alone, the Leng Family had been selected as the Imperial Merchant for three consecutive years.