Chapter 30: Lu Muyue

Stab!

Piercing pain didn't come as expected. Lu Muyue confusedly opened her eyes.

Formerly Lu Qingxue, now Chu Feiyu, had taken the blow. The glass pierced the back of her hand and stuck out from her palm.

Blood dripped, staining the broken glass.

Drop! Drop!

The blood dropped onto the ground. Lu Qingxue's expression didn't change, but her breathing did turn a bit chaotic.

While cultivating, she heard a loud noise and hurried here. Thanks to her cultivation, her strength, senses, and speed had increased a lot compared to her previous weak state. Although she may not be the best among mortal experts, beating ordinary people or even ten thugs would be no problem.

So, she rushed in and stopped the glass shards from hurting Lu Muyue. Lu Muyue, who was on the verge of killing herself, naturally didn't hear anything as her whole focus was on the glass and gathering enough courage to stab herself.

"Huh?" Lu Muyue was confused.

Shocked, she didn't react until a gust of wind blew in from the window, making her shiver. She was wearing a little dress that only covered her private parts.

The bra-like piece of clothing only covered her chest, but it felt tight and revealed her cleavage. It looked like her breasts would spill out at any moment.

On her lower body, she only had black panties. Her long, slender legs and plump thighs were a sight to behold.

Her hair, a mess, was all over her face, making her look like a ghost.

Mad, insane, and not right in the head... Her appearance looked just like one of those.

"Ling'er... Are you alright?! What did you do?! Where's the bandage? Oh no, I have to take the glass out!!" She panicked and looked around in a hurry.

Before she could move, Chu Feiyu pushed her onto the bed.

"Calm down," she said in a calm voice. "This... is fine... It's not exhilarating... The pain... compared to what you guys gave me, is nothing."

Her words made Lu Muyue lower her head.

Guilt overwhelmed her.

"Also, don't call me Ling'er, you bitch. Call me sister. I am the first mistress, so call me sister. You understand?"

"Ling'er... why? Why did you turn like this? If you really hate us, then kill me. I will bear your wrath."

"No!" Chu Feiyu shouted. "Why am I like this? Ha... hahahaha!" She laughed like a madman.

"My honest farmer father and my gentle, caring mother fell on their knees. I remember... how your husband... mocked my father and spat on my mother. He kicked them, punched them, and even after they didn't let go of him for taking me away, he beheaded them. I still remember... the pain on my mother's face." She stopped as her eyes turned red and teary.

"My family may not compare to yours, but we were happy. Your family took away my family's happiness," she sighed, wiping away the tears.

"The most joking part is, I used my body in exchange for your survival. For the survival of your son, who was the sole reason for my family's demise. For your husband, you killed my parents. Haha... it's laughable. Compared to you, my darling, Chu Feng is gentle, caring, and doesn't lie. He is honest. He likes my body, and I don't mind. I will fight for his love. My body is his plaything. I have taken a liking to this new feeling. Humiliation, shame, pain... all of them excite me. Maybe, I just got too accustomed to emotional pain that physical pain became like a joke."

Lu Muyue lowered her head. She couldn't retort.

"But... we still spent all those years together, happily."

"Oh yeah, you also spent so much time together moaning and sucking cock. Why are you trying to die now?"

Lu Muyue closed her mouth.

"Don't you dare die. You are my master's plaything. Without his permission, you are not allowed to die," she snorted and left the room.

Before passing through the door, she turned her head.

"Hope... to... see... you... tomorrow."

Lu Muyue let out a long sigh. She felt like she had aged a ton in this single day. She looked at the mess, but not long after, maids came rushing in and cleaned everything within a few minutes.

More maids arrived and took away most of the sharp objects to avoid a similar situation.

Laying there like a corpse, Lu Muyue closed her eyes.

Tears didn't stop. Lips didn't curve. Stress didn't leave. Anxiety and depression still lingered.

Yet, she remembered one thing that frightened her the most.

The disturbing, lifeless, sharp gaze of Lu Qingxue.

"She... really is no longer my daughter."

Losing both her son and daughter, she became so depressed that she wished to die again.

"Why does it have to be like this?

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The next day –

Dark circles made her look exhausted. Disheveled hair made her appear messy. She wore scanty clothes, lacking the energy to wear something more elegant and not appreciating the help of the maids.

Her face was pale and dry. Dead cells had cracked her skin, giving her wrinkles.

"Good morning, Fei'er," Chu Feng entered the dining room wearing trousers and sporting an extravagant and fresh smile. He saw Chu Feiyu wearing a light dress with a very short skirt, topped with a beautiful pink apron.

Like a diligent housewife, she was cooking breakfast for her husband. Smiling as brightly as the sun, she looked pretty and energetic. Her one hand bandaged but didn't look like it hindered her.

Her silky black hair tied in twin tails displayed her youth. The various dishes she placed on the table didn't look enticing, but Chu Feng didn't mind.

He took a piece of chicken meat and bit into it. It was hard, improperly cooked, and had too much salt and spices.

In a word, it was terrible.

"How is it?" Chu Feiyu looked a bit worried and nervous, like a prisoner awaiting a verdict.

"Delicious," Chu Feng said with a smile.

A bright smile bloomed on her face. But the next words completely wiped the smile off her face.

"I wish I could say that. It tastes terrible. Even a 5-year-old could cook better than you," he said with a straight face, as he was an honest person.

"I-" Chu Feiyu lowered her face. Her eyes looked like they were about to cry, but her body trembled.

Chu Feng finished the food that was served to him. He glanced at Chu Feiyu.

She had a strange, complicated expression.

Pained yet enjoying it. She rubbed her thighs as drool leaked from her mouth.

Lu Muyue walked into the room and sat on a chair without even noticing Chu Feng.

She glanced at the empty plate.

Chu Feiyu regained her senses when Lu Muyue entered and hurriedly served the worst food she had cooked. She also glanced at Chu Feng's plate, and brimmed with joy seeing him finish the dishes she cooked, no matter how horrible it tasted.

Lu Muyue ate the food quietly.

She couldn't taste the food as it was bland to her. She chewed out of instinct.

She looked exhausted, like a person burdened by the responsibilities of the world on their shoulders.

Like a person in deep debt, relentlessly pursued by debt collectors.

"Muyue," Chu Feng called her.

"Huh?" She looked at Chu Feng lifelessly. "What is it?" Her tired, hoarse voice was not pleasant to hear.

"You look so depressed. I want you to be happy. So, after a while, let's go visit your husband."

Chu Feng's words startled Lu Muyue. Lu Muyue shook her head. "No. I don't want him to see me in this state, let alone knowing his son is dead."

"That's no fun. I killed his son, and I will have to ruin his life too. If I didn't ruin it more, wouldn't it be boring? For what purpose did I seduce you?"

"To simply enjoy ravaging my body?"

"Boo, wrong. It's to enjoy humiliating your husband and show him who's the boss."

Lu Muyue's eyes widened but calmed down. It was the least of her worries.

She was already ruined. What difference would it make to let her husband know more? He must have already guessed it. It would just be more embarrassing and humiliating.

"Ok." She nodded with a bitter face and returned to her room.

At least, she has to show her husband that she is living happily. If he sees her in this state, he would just blame himself for being weak and helpless.

Sigh!

How much more do I have to suffer?