Forced to be a concubine? I turned around and married the scumbag's father.

The overwhelming pressure forced Gu Hua to involuntarily retreat step by step, her hand gripping the teacup trembling slightly.

Until her back slammed against the wall, leaving her nowhere to retreat, she stared in fear at the tall figure that was getting closer and closer.

Mu Junyan approached, looked down at her, and said in a deep voice, "Aren't you afraid of me?"

Where did your recklessness from the previous two days go?

Is he feeling guilty for secretly meeting up with his cousin behind his back?

Gu Hua's heart skipped a beat.

I could tell he was angry.

Her hand, which was gripping the teacup tightly, trembled even more, and the entire cup of cold tea spilled onto her chest and lapel.

She gasped involuntarily, trying to suppress her panic. She placed the teacup on the windowsill, but it was unstable and cracked under the window with a crisp sound.

She was so frightened that she almost jumped up and tried to run away, but before she could even lift her foot.

Mu Junyan took another step, almost touching her, squeezing Gu Hua so tightly she felt like she was pressed against the wall.

Her petite figure was shrouded in shadow.

Gu Hua dared not move, and listened intently to the sounds outside.

Fortunately there was no one.

The cramped feeling of the narrow space made Gu Hua subconsciously reach out and push against his chest.

But his chest was as hard as a rock, and her feeble strength was like a tickle; he didn't budge an inch.

Mu Junyan seemed to dislike her pushing him, and suddenly reached out and grabbed her wrists, which were tightly intertwined with tension, and pushed them high above her head, pinning them to the wall.

He slipped his other hand behind her slender waist and pressed her soft, boneless body hard into his arms.

The two were already close together, and now Gu Hua was forced into a backward arching position, almost embedded in his arms.

His tall and imposing figure completely enveloped the petite Gu Hua, blocking out both candlelight and moonlight, plunging her into complete darkness.

Gu Hua couldn't see anything clearly, but she could clearly hear her own heartbeat, thump-thump-thump.

Panic, shyness, and secret joy—a jumble of emotions swirled together.

Gu Hua tried to turn her head away, wanting to avoid the strong, masculine scent filling her nostrils, but as soon as she moved her head, it brushed against the man's chest. The man felt there was a gap and moved even closer.

This is just great.

Her face was pressed tightly against the burning chest, and she could hear the strong heartbeat through her thin shirt, mingling with her own frantic heartbeat.

Startled, she gasped for breath as her soft breasts brushed against his firm chest.

Gu Hua was about to cry.

The first time, she was half-drunk and half-awake; the second time, she shamelessly went for it to achieve her goal; but now, she wished she could just faint on the spot.

With her wrists tightly gripped, a wave of pain washed over her, and Gu Hua felt a lump in her throat, overwhelmed with resentment.

What did she do?

This angered the demon king.

But the Demon King just kept intimidating her without saying a word. In the darkness, she could feel his terrifying gaze staring at her like a ferocious beast.

She could barely stand; her legs were as weak as noodles, and if she continued, she would slide down.

Helpless, he could only look up, his tone pleading: "My lord..."

The man's hoarse voice was low as he said, "You are not a servant of the Mu family, so you don't need to address me as 'Master'."

Gu Hua: "..."

Is this the point?

Since I am not a member of your Duke's mansion, is it appropriate for you to pin another family's daughter against the wall?

Gu Hua had no choice but to change her words: "Lord Duke, I beg you..."

Mu Junyan suddenly chuckled: "Duke? Perhaps you'd prefer to call me Father-in-law, or Father, like your elder sister?"

Gu Hua froze.

What does it mean?

"I do not have……"

No?

Why did Pei Yi immediately buy a courtyard after meeting her and decorate the room like a boudoir?

Not long after Pei Yi got married, he paid a hefty dowry and vowed never to take a concubine in order to marry Qian Peizhu, the illegitimate daughter of his mentor and superior, Qian, the Vice Minister of the Ministry of Revenue.

Where can a fiancé like that put her?

An outer courtyard house, could it be used as a concubine's residence?

She thinks being his mistress is better than being by his side, right?

That's right, he's not a good man!

The man said slowly and deliberately, “You have a fiancé outside and are eyeing your brother-in-law inside. To climb the social ladder, you disregard ethics and sleep with your elders. Gu Hua, you really have impressed me. For your sister's sake, I'll give you another chance.”

Tell me, my son, who do you really want to marry more, your fiancé or someone else? Or perhaps you have someone more appealing. I can grant your wish. You don't needlessly debase yourself by seducing just anyone and ruining your reputation.

The man, who was usually concise in his speech, suddenly spoke such a long string of words.

Every word he uttered struck a chord with her.

He was questioning himself.

Gu Hua stared in astonishment.

Is that how he sees her?

Suddenly, the grip on her lower back loosened slightly, and Mu Junyan took a small step back, as if he really wanted to give her a chance to choose, but he still didn't let go.

The pale blue light of the silver moon fell directly on her splashed clothes.

He raised his hand and brushed it across the wet spot, his movements rough as he rubbed the sensitive area back and forth, getting his hand wet as well.

My mind is even more confused.

Mu Junyan didn't know where his anger came from.

He must be angry at himself for losing his composure, or perhaps he just pities her and is angry at her for not respecting herself.

Gu Hua's eyes reddened.

"Lord Duke... I... I have absolutely no improper thoughts about the son-in-law..."

The little girl's lips trembled, soft and sweet, twitching slightly.

“My aunt forced me to sign the servitude certificate, saying I was born with a lowly fate, only meant to secure my elder sister’s favor. But after a month in the manor, I would avoid the young master whenever I saw him. However, for some reason, my elder sister felt that I wanted to escape her control, and together with Aunt Pei, she fabricated a fiancé…”

deny?

Mu Junyan's wet hand gripped her pointed chin, forcing her to raise her head and face him directly.

"Fabricated? You secretly met with a strange man, a lone man and woman, laughing and chatting. You even had him put flowers in your hair. Do you disregard all propriety and shame in front of a strange man?"

Come to think of it, even if I sleep with him, he's still a stranger.

Mu Junyan's face darkened further.

His words were too hurtful and too harsh.

Where to follow?

Gu Hua suddenly understood... wearing a flower in her hair?

Could it be... that he saw him meet Pei Yi?

So, how should she explain this?

She did deliberately approach Pei Yi, but that was all.

Wearing flowers in her hair was indeed inappropriate, and when the two were alone together, she deliberately kept her distance.

Gu Hua's face drained of color, but her explanations only served to cover it up.

She tried so hard to live, even shamelessly climbing into Mu Junyan's bed, and in both her lives she would be branded with shamelessness before she could get a chance to breathe.

Why is God so unfair to her?

Gu Hua was filled with grievances and had nowhere to confide in, so she couldn't help but shed tears, which landed on the back of Mu Junyan's hand as he wiped her clothes.

Mu Junyan stared at her, watching the tears well up in her eyes and roll down her cheeks, each drop stinging him.

Did he bully her again?

"Don't cry!"

For the first time, Mu Junyan felt what it meant to be upset and confused.

The little girl looked up hesitantly, trying hard not to let the tears welling up in her eyes fall.

Her voice was weak and trembling as she managed to say, "I'm not that shameless..."

But even after she said that, she didn't believe it herself.

The tea stains on his chest, chilled by the late autumn night air, made him shiver with cold.

But the hot chest so close to her gave her a feeling of being torn between ice and fire.

She felt she couldn't hold on any longer.

Mu Junyan stared at her as she tried to maintain her composure, revealing her true fragility. His brows furrowed and his lips trembled slightly.

I can still vividly recall the image of her fair and delicate skin as she yielded to my touch that night.

Suddenly, a surge of heat erupted throughout his body, rushing straight to his groin.

Mu Junyan was startled; he was about to lose control again.