Chapter 12: Ambiguous Red Marks, Impossible to Conceal

Yan Shuirou mercilessly berated, Yan Xiaye slammed the door with a smile as she left in front of her.

The door closed, blocking Yan Shuirou's obsessive and crazed hateful gaze.

At noon, when Yan Xiaye had just returned to the old mansion, she noticed the atmosphere was a bit off.

The maid took the bag from her hands, nervously dropped a message, "Young Madam, the Young Master is waiting for you in the room."

Yan Xiaye was taken aback, not knowing why, and then she nodded slightly and made her way upstairs as told.

In the room, the tall man sat at the desk with a gloomy expression, his tie carelessly thrown at the corner of the desk, and the documents that had been neatly arranged were scattered on the floor in his rage.

When Yan Xiaye pushed the door and entered, she happened to meet Li Beicheng's gaze as he looked up, and both were startled simultaneously.

There was a time when the past Yan Xiaye always liked to silently watch his figure, even though she never got a glance back from him.

She had thought all heirs of great houses were like that, their minds wholly set on business and not caring about romantic affairs.

Thinking about it now, it's no wonder he never loved her—compared to Yan Shuirou, a crafty individual, she had always been foolishly ridiculous.

A few seconds later, Yan Xiaye was the first to look away, her eyes expressionless as she asked, "What did you want to see me for?"

"You're my wife, can't I see you if there's nothing wrong?"

Li Beicheng's brow furrowed tightly, he pushed the table abruptly and stood up, striding over to Yan Xiaye, scrutinizing the slightly torn hem of her dress, with anger rising in his eyes, "Yan Xiaye, who were you fooling around with last night, so happy that you even forgot to come home?"

"Li Beicheng, I don't think you're in any position to ask me that." Recalling the kiss marks on Yan Shuirou's neck, Yan Xiaye felt a blockage in her chest, the emotions in her eyes fading bit by bit, and when she looked up again, only endless indifference remained, "Besides, Mr. Yan was someone you arranged. Whatever I did with him is something you could just ask him about."

Li Beicheng didn't hear a word Yan Xiaye said.

What mattered most to him was... even though he asked in a humiliating tone, she didn't even retort!

Realizing he did not like hearing other men's names from Yan Xiaye's mouth, a crack appeared in Li Beicheng's angry demeanor.

Taking advantage of being a man, he silently picked up Yan Xiaye, carried her horizontally a few steps, then threw her onto their marital bed.

The mattress heaved violently, Yan Xiaye grunted in pain, her gaze stubbornly fixed on the man with a cold smirk, passing over his sharply defined handsome face, her vision blurring uncontrollably.

From the first time she met him at seventeen, she had truly felt the first stirrings of her heart, and even when her grandfather asked if she would like to be his wife, she nodded naively, thinking it was all a dream.

Unfortunately, dreams eventually come to an end. After that understated yet lavish engagement ceremony, his actions time and again made her feel cold and estranged.

Under Yan Xiaye's gaze, filled with sorrow but not hurt, Li Beicheng clenched his teeth and suddenly raised his hand to cover her eyes.

It was only natural for Yan Xiaye to hate him.

The only thing unexpected to him was that he was far from indifferent as he had imagined.

How had it come to this between him and her...

"Rather than ask you, I might as well check for myself." His gaze on the woman's slender body beneath him, Li Beicheng's hand paused in mid-air for a moment, then decisively tore open her pale garment.

On the porcelain-white skin, several vivid red marks stood out, unmistakable.

Yan Xiaye faintly curled her lips, her gaze still piercing through the palm of his hand. "Are you satisfied now?"

Li Beicheng futilely withdrew his hand, slamming his fist heavily onto the bed next to her head, his sleepless eyes filled with terrifying bloodshot. "Did Yan Er do this?"

Yan Xiaye was first puzzled, then she let out a low, dismal laugh. "Li Beicheng, had it not been for Yan Er himself admitting that his actions were orchestrated by you behind the scenes, I almost thought you truly loved me deeply."

Even if she thought with her knees, she could guess what Li Beicheng's charade was for.

It was merely because he feared she might act impulsively to clarify the facts with Grandma and annul the marriage, thereby affecting his inheritance of the Li Family.

But now, did he truly believe that simply displaying a burst of shocked and furious emotion was enough to make her forgive and forget, or even to think that he had fallen in love with her too?

Reaching out to tidy the torn fabric at her chest, Yan Xiaye was as calm as if nothing had happened. "Excuse me, I have things to do."

Her indifference was like oil to the fire!

The dark depths of Li Beicheng's eyes grew colder as he arrogantly caressed her soft cheek, half-smiling as he felt her tremble under him, gazing down at her astonishment from his superior position.

"Get lost!" Yan Xiaye hadn't expected her deliberate carelessness to backfire, feeling both anger and urgency. "Didn't you say before that you wouldn't touch non-virgins or women?"

"For other women, that is indeed correct."

Li Beicheng sneered coldly. "But you are my wife. Since you've been defiled by others, it's only natural for me to cleanse you."

What kind of twisted logic was this?

Yan Xiaye was speechlessly choking, knowing that screaming for help would only be regarded as marital fun by others, she could only push him harder, hoping to discourage him from his intentions.

In her desperation, she completely forgot she was wearing a skirt; in her kicking and struggling, her skirt failed to cover her pale, delicate long legs.

Add to that her disheveled hair and moist eyes, and the wicked fire in Li Beicheng's eyes burned even more fiercely.

It was strange, he and Yan Xiaye had shared the same bed for many days in the past, how had he never noticed that she was so vibrantly tempting?

"Don't touch me, I find you disgusting!"

Managing to free one leg, Yan Xiaye didn't think twice before kicking out.

Li Beicheng gave a raspy laugh, his palm enveloping her ankle, his calloused fingertips meaningfully stroked gently. "You find me disgusting? If I'm not mistaken, a few years ago didn't you spend all night in this bed, waiting for me to find time to come back and hold you?"

"You're truly shameless..."

As if struck by lightning, Yan Xiaye painfully closed her eyes, unwilling to reminisce about her naive and foolish past self.

Seeing Yan Xiaye finally unable to struggle, Li Beicheng's dark eyes narrowed slightly, not intending to miss this opportunity to mark her as his own.

The unattainable is always deemed the best.

Perhaps once he thoroughly possessed her once, those complicated, unspeakable thoughts might no longer need to be mentioned.

Just at this critical moment, the door was gently pushed open, followed by a sweet child's voice. "Daddy, I want to have lunch with you!"