Chapter 18

This was a guest room in the Song family residence. Aside from a modest bed, there were no other decorations.

Fu Yanchen shoved Song Feier onto the bed. Looking at his handsome face, her heart immediately began to race with desire.

“Yan… Yanchen,” Song Feier’s voice was soft and coquettish as she gazed at him with burning eyes.

“Who gave you the courage to drug me?” Fu Yanchen narrowed his eyes, his entire body radiating a bone-chilling coldness.

“Yanchen,” Song Feier’s voice remained soft, her body as limp as water. “I want to be with you. You haven’t touched me in so long. We should have another child.”

Hearing this, Fu Yanchen’s expression turned icy.

The mention of a child only fueled his rage.

If he hadn’t been framed seven years ago, there was no way he would have ever touched Song Feier. Allowing her to hold the title of Madam Fu was already his greatest act of mercy.

Fu Yanchen’s breathing grew heavier, and his eyes turned a dark, murky red. The drug Song Feier had used was potent, nearly shattering his willpower.

Seeing his distress, Song Feier hurried forward to embrace him. “Yanchen, let me help you.”

The veins on Fu Yanchen’s forehead throbbed. He violently shoved Song Feier away, his eyes filled with nothing but revulsion.

Even though he was on the verge of losing his sanity, he still had no desire to touch her. In fact, he felt a physiological disgust at her proximity.

This feeling was completely different from seven years ago.

Back then, he felt his desires being sated; the experience had been intoxicating, leaving him wanting more.

Now, facing Song Feier, he felt only loathing.

“Get out. Don’t touch me.”

Song Feier had expected Fu Yanchen to sleep with her. She never imagined he would shove her away so harshly and turn to leave without a shred of emotion.

Why? Why wouldn’t Fu Yanchen touch her even in this state?

Seven years ago, on that night, he and Song Yunnian had been intimate for so long that she had almost lost her patience waiting.

In what way was she inferior to Song Yunnian?

“Yanchen!”

She tried to get up and chase after him, but her body was so weak she had no strength left. She collapsed back onto the bed as her vision began to blur.

A bone-deep lust slowly began to consume her reason…

After leaving the main banquet hall, Song Yunnian had quietly slipped upstairs. Her goal for returning today wasn’t just to attend the birthday feast.

There were relics left behind by her mother at the Song family home. Song Feier had once bragged about them in front of her; the woman had taken them for herself.

In the past, Song Yunnian hadn’t had the power to take them back, but things were different now. She was going to reclaim everything that belonged to her.

Song Yunnian quickly found Song Feier’s room.

It was one of the larger rooms in the Song residence, with every inch exquisitely decorated. The massive walk-in closet was filled with luxury goods, a clear testament to Song Feier’s status within the family.

Song Yunnian looked at the designer bags and shoes, a flicker of mockery crossing her eyes.

She casually pulled open a jewelry box and began to rummage through it.

She didn’t know exactly what her mother’s relics were, so finding them among so much jewelry would be a challenge.

In the bathroom, Fu Yanchen was submerged in the bathtub, not even having had time to take off his clothes.

His soaked white shirt clung tightly to his firm skin, faintly revealing the healthy, honey-toned muscles beneath. He looked incredibly seductive.

Water dripped from his hair, droplets sliding down the sharp bridge of his nose and disappearing into his thin lips.

Fu Yanchen propped his head up with one hand, his half-closed eyes filled with a dark, ruthless intensity, faintly radiating a menacing aura.

The desire within him was screaming, and even a tub full of ice-cold water couldn’t quell it.

Suddenly, an unexpected silhouette appeared in his mind, lingering and refusing to fade.

His mind was filled with a frantic urge to possess her.

Just as he was about to take matters into his own hands, a sudden sound of rummaging came from outside.

Occasionally, the sound of a woman’s muttering drifted in.

Fu Yanchen opened his eyes, recognizing exactly who the voice belonged to-Song Yunnian.