Chapter 76: She Is Mine

Song Qingyou’s breath caught, as if she hadn’t quite heard, “What?”

Fu Wenzhou’s tongue traced lazy circles on the tender skin at the back of her neck, “Nothing, just talking nonsense.”

He acted as though nothing had happened, took her earlobe between his lips, and murmured, “Come with me to the Jiang family tomorrow.”

Song Qingyou’s earlobe was hot and damp; she shifted uncomfortably, “You’re the one with old ties to the Jiangs, not me.”

“Please, come with me,” Fu Wenzhou nipped lightly behind her ear.

That spot was Song Qingyou’s weakness; she sucked in a sharp breath, toes curling, her voice coming out in a breathy gasp, “No… mm~”

A sweet, delicate whimper slipped from her nose, and beads of sweat formed on her brow. Fu Wenzhou kissed them away gently.

“Please…” His voice was thick with desire, low and magnetic, seductive to the core.

With every soft entreaty, her resistance melted away.

The next morning, Song Qingyou woke with aching legs and a raw, red patch that looked almost alarming despite the skin being unbroken.

Recalling the madness of the night before, her cheeks flushed. Fu Wenzhou hadn’t wanted to push her too hard while she was still recovering, so at the crucial moment he’d held himself back, resorting to other means.

And those other means had clearly left Song Qingyou suffering.

He’d already applied medicine for her; it stung, but the cool relief dulled the pain.

Why did this cool feeling seem so familiar?

She frowned, thinking back, and suddenly stared at the soles of her feet—wasn’t it the same sensation as last time?

So what exactly had Fu Wenzhou done to her feet that night?

Song Qingyou drew a deep breath, a flicker of disbelief passing through her gaze.

Was he some kind of beast? Even feet…

Her face turned red and pale by turns. As she made to rise and get out of bed, Fu Wenzhou entered with a cat in his arms. Before she could move, he and the cat pressed close to her like a pair of large dogs.

He was tall, with long legs, and her figure was slender; when he leaned in, he could envelop her completely, insisting on burying his face in her neck and whining hoarsely, “Don’t forget what you promised me last night.”

She retorted, “What did I promise you?”

Fu Wenzhou looked shocked, tossing the cat to the floor, “You’re going to renege after having your fill?”

She nearly laughed at his shamelessness, “I’m the one reneging? Who was the one who—”

She stopped abruptly, cheeks burning, refusing to go on.

His low laugh tickled her ear. Annoyed, she glared at him, “What did you do with my feet?”

A roguish grin played on Fu Wenzhou’s lips as he leaned in, voice careless, “I told you, it’s about pleasure—just like last night.”

Just like last night…

The blush on her cheeks crept down her neck. How could he speak of such things so brazenly?

If only she could cultivate a hide as thick as his.

She pushed him away in exasperation, slipped on her slippers, and fled to the bathroom.

As her figure disappeared, Fu Wenzhou nudged the dissatisfied kitten on the floor with his foot, “It’s time you got neutered.”

The cat: !!!!!!!

As if it understood, the kitten latched onto Fu Wenzhou’s leg and bit down. He snorted, “Biting won’t help you. That’s what happens when you’re a tomcat.”

The cat was left utterly aggrieved.

In the end, Song Qingyou went to the Jiang household with Fu Wenzhou.

Jiang Xun greeted them at the door, “Miss Song, Mr. Fu, did you rest well last night? Was there anything lacking?”

Song Qingyou nodded slightly, “Everything was fine, thank you for your thoughtfulness.”

Jiang Xun replied, “No need for such formality.”

After the polite but distant exchange, Jiang Xun seemed to bring up casually, “Song Chen has been detained on our grounds for a month now. Won’t your father intervene?”

Song Qingyou replied coolly, “Don’t worry, I’ll handle the Song family. Just give him one meal a day; make sure he doesn’t starve.”

Jiang Xun raised an eyebrow, “One meal?”

Song Qingyou paused, glancing back, “Is there a problem?”

There was a hint of curiosity in Jiang Xun’s gaze, “Aren’t you siblings?”

Song Qingyou smiled, “You must be joking. The Song family is down to me alone; what siblings are there?”

Jiang Xun looked at the frail, delicate young woman before her and curved her lips, “My memory must be failing. Forgive me.”

Song Qingyou remained politely distant, “It’s of no consequence.”

Behind them, Fu Wenzhou stood holding the cat, his long, narrow eyes fixed on Song Qingyou.

Jiang Xun led them into the main hall and instructed a servant, “Go tell the master that Mr. Fu and Miss Song have arrived.”

“Yes, miss.”

The servant went upstairs, and soon Jiang Chu descended. Seeing Fu Wenzhou, he beamed, “How long has it been since you visited me? If I hadn’t told Xun to call you last night, were you planning to never check in on an old man?”

Fu Wenzhou raised an eyebrow, “Uncle Jiang, did you finally solve the Go puzzle I left you last time?”

“It’s been over six months—if I hadn’t solved it by now, I’d have to retire from the game!” Jiang Chu laughed, then turned to Song Qingyou, “And this is?”

Jiang Xun introduced, “The Song family’s heiress, Song Qingyou.”

Jiang Chu had seen her once many years ago, when she was just an infant. Now she’d grown into a young woman.

He sighed, “If not for your grandfather back then, I’d never have made the Jiang family so successful.”

But times had changed. Old Master Song had been brilliant, but his foolish daughter had ruined everything. Now, the once-great Song family was in the hands of outsiders, and the true heiress was left neglected.

Song Qingyou smiled, “A discerning patron is hard to come by, but my grandfather recognized your talent, Uncle Jiang. Now, hasn’t it all proven his judgment?”

Jiang Chu was delighted by her well-placed flattery. The rumors had painted this Song heiress as weak and helpless, but she made a fine impression. Remembering his old friendship with her grandfather, he grew even more fond of her.

After a few words, he learned that Song Qingyou played Go as well, and insisted on taking her to the game room.

Jiang Xun clicked her tongue, voice flat, “That’s not how she spoke last night.”

Just yesterday she’d been bristling like an indignant little rabbit, hinting that the Jiang family owed its success to hers. Now she’d nearly put her father on a pedestal.

And yet her father lapped it right up.

This delicate beauty was no simple character.

Jiang Xun said, “No wonder you’ve been besotted with her for so many years. If I were a man, I’d fall for her too.”

“Don’t get any ideas about her,” Fu Wenzhou shot her a sidelong glance, possessiveness smoldering in his eyes, his tone lazy, “She’s mine.”