Night Fire Lingering

Moon stars are rare.

The old house was already decorated with festive cheer, and the servants were moving back and forth in a hurry but in an orderly manner, making final preparations for Madam Gu's birthday banquet.

Wen Yan escorted Old Madam Gu back to her room to rest, and after walking out, she suddenly stopped.

Wait, where is she staying tonight?

"Third Young Madam, your pajamas were washed a couple of days ago and are in your and Third Young Master's bathroom," the maid said with a smile, as if she could read Wen Yan's mind.

Your and the Third Young Master's bathroom...

Do you have to be so ambiguous in your speech?

"Are there any extra rooms? I've been a light sleeper lately and prefer to sleep alone," Wen Yan asked the maid.

She felt it wasn't appropriate for her to continue living with Gu Yanci.

The maid looked at Wen Yan with a troubled expression, "The old lady specifically instructed before going to bed that there aren't many rooms available tonight, so you'll have to share a room with the Third Young Master."

"?"

What do you mean there aren't many rooms? After all, the guests who come to offer birthday greetings don't stay at the residence, so why are there so many empty rooms?

No, do we have to manage all of this?

The old lady looks quite old, and she's usually so kind and easy to talk to. How come she's so wary of this?

Wen Yan and Gu Yanci's room is on the third floor. It is the room where Gu Yanci has lived since childhood. From the decoration to the furniture, it is full of Gu Yanci's style.

With its predominantly black, white, and gray color scheme and the absence of anyone in the room, the atmosphere appears even more minimalist and cold.

Gu Yanci was still socializing with his other uncles and aunts. Wen Yan had a wound on her hands and took a long time to take a bath. After leaving the bathroom, she went straight to bed.

In a daze, I felt someone open the door.

After a while, the area next to me sank out a little.

Wen Yan opened her eyes groggily and saw a tall man sitting on the edge of the bed, Gu Yanci quietly looking down at her, through the dim light of the bedside lamp.

Wen Yan frowned subconsciously, closed her eyes again, and wanted to turn over and sleep in a different direction.

Unexpectedly, the man's large hand suddenly touched her cheek, and the burning heat instantly woke Wen Yan from her drowsiness.

"What are you doing?"

Wen Yan sat up in alarm and took a step back.

She remembered that night at the auction, when Gu Yanci, drunk, came to her and started acting crazy.

"How much did you drink?"

Wen Yan asked cautiously, her bright almond-shaped eyes still wet from just waking up from a nap, like a vulnerable fawn in the forest, wary of people's hearts but lacking the ability to protect herself.

"No," Gu Yanci denied.

I did drink some, but not too much.

Wen Yan observed his expression but couldn't figure it out. His emotions weren't outwardly displayed, so he definitely hadn't drunk too much; he was probably just a little excited.

The next second, something was stuffed into her palm, the edges of which were a little rough.

It is a small, rigid rectangular piece of paper.

Wen Yan looked down and saw that it was Gu Yanci's black card supplementary card.

"Pocket money," Gu Yanci explained.

Wen Yan leaned against the headboard, holding the card and twirling it between her fingers. The edge of the card shone with a low-key, luxurious light and shadow under the lamp.

“Gu Yanci, you know I used to spend a lot of money. If I’m not happy, I can spend nine figures on your account in a day.”

She could indeed see this kind of thing; she was a regular customer of Dior haute couture when she was ten, and bought jewelry in Paris like candy when she was thirteen—but the premise for using that money was that it was money she could rightfully control and that she approved of.

But Gu Yanci's was different.

"Mm," Gu Yanci replied.

Seeing that Wen Yan remained silent, he bent down and kissed her.

A warm kiss landed, and Wen Yan flinched back slightly.

"Don't move." Gu Yanci forcefully cupped the back of her neck, burying his face in Wen Yan's neck.

This highly dependent behavior led Wen Yan to have the same illusion several times over the past year that he and she were actually intimate, just like countless other couples who went from being lovers to being dependent on each other.

However, each of these actions marks the beginning of an intense sexual encounter.

Wen Yan let him do as he pleased. His passionate kiss, carrying the strong scent of wine, covered her lips, accompanied by a strong possessiveness and invasiveness, as if he wanted to tear her apart and devour her whole.

Wen Yan was so kissed that she had trouble breathing; a dense barrage of kisses rained down on her body.

As the man's large hands slipped under the hem of her nightgown and began to caress her soft flesh, she suddenly said:

"Gu Yanci, is this card your payment for prostitution?"

The man's fingertips lingered on the woman's firm and smooth legs.

Gu Yanci felt a chill on her fingertips.

The temperature in the air suddenly dropped, and Gu Yanci withdrew his hand from under her nightgown.

"I don't need it." Wen Yan handed him the card.

But the man didn't take it, so she turned around and put it on the bedside table.

Turning my head, I was pleasantly surprised to find a bunch of Firebird Roses on the bedside table.

The vase used for the flower arrangement is an antique she bought at an auction in London two years ago.

"...Where did the flowers come from?" Wen Yan asked, remembering that there were no flowers before she went to bed.

Gu Yanci's hand had already withdrawn from her nightgown. He raised his hand to loosen his tie, his expression hidden in the shadows.

His voice was faint, tinged with weariness: "Don't you have this habit?"

Before he could finish speaking, the man had already gotten up and headed for the bathroom.

Wen Yan was slightly taken aback.

Did Gu Yanci bring the flowers?

She does have a habit of putting fresh flowers in her bedroom because Gu Yanci's room is too cold and lifeless, so she buys a bouquet of flowers to put in the room every time she comes back to stay.

She just didn't expect that Gu Yanci would notice her inconspicuous habit.

Wen Yan was a little puzzled. She hugged her knees and tilted her head to look at him: "Gu Yanci, you've been acting strangely these past two days."

For example, protecting her.

For example, the punishment of Aunt Gu's family.

For example, this bouquet of flowers.

The man had already reached the bathroom door. He took off his shirt and casually tossed it aside, revealing his strong and muscular upper body. His sexy V-line disappeared into his waistband, making people's blood boil.

Upon hearing this, Gu Yanci stopped and turned around to look at her.

"Strange? Didn't we give you pocket money before?"

Gu Yanci refused to admit that he was strange.

Indeed, because she filed for divorce, he acted out of control, integrating his life with Wen Yan and demonstrating his unique role as a husband.

On the night of their wedding, Gu Yanci took out his supplementary credit card. However, the next day he went to the United States, and Wen Yan put the card in a safe deposit box, waiting to return it to him a year later.

He had given her pocket money, but she didn't accept it.

Gu Yanci felt a little annoyed: "Isn't it only right to give my wife pocket money?"

Wen Yan took a deep breath, sat up straight, and looked at him stubbornly.

"If a husband approves of his wife, then spending money on her is truly spending his money. If you don't approve of me, then what's the difference between me and any other woman you keep?"

When have I ever disagreed with you?

A man's voice immediately rang out.

The lingering notes faded, leaving only tranquility.

The two people looked at each other from several meters apart and fell silent.

When do you stop acknowledging yourself?

Wen Yan felt her eyes were a little sore. Was it because she had been looking at him for too long?

Or was it the light that was blinding?