lcionline Chapter 219 What do you mean by having her in my heart? It's just that at this moment, right no
Chapter 219 What do you mean by having her in my heart? It's just that at this moment, right no
study
Yang Zhaozhao pushed open the door and stepped inside. She first looked around and saw the landscape paintings on the wall, the small couch by the window... it was quite elegant.
She learned that the Marquis of Anyang would come to his study at this time every day.
Yang Zhaozhao's gaze slowly moved down to the desk. It was neat and clean, with only a few books arranged in an orderly fashion.
Just then, footsteps approached from afar.
Yang Zhaozhao's lips unconsciously curled up. Here it comes!
She crouched low and quickly crawled under the table. But her skirt got caught on the corner of the table…
Before long, the door creaked open, followed by steady, powerful footsteps that pounded on Yang Zhaozhao's heart.
She huddled under the table, her hands unconsciously clutching the hem of her skirt, her heart pounding like a drum, a mixture of excitement and trepidation.
She tilted her head slightly and secretly peeked at Marquis Anyang through the gap in the desk.
Although he's getting on in years, he exudes a mature masculine charm and has excellent stamina...
Seemingly sensing something amiss, Marquis Anyang frowned slightly and slowly glanced down at the area under the desk.
Meeting Yang Zhaozhao's captivating eyes, a strange interest welled up within him. A smirk appeared on his lips, and he chuckled in a low voice, "Missing me, huh?"
Yang Zhaozhao's cheeks flushed instantly. She bit her lower lip slightly, her eyes filled with shyness, yet also with a hint of reckless boldness. She said in a soft voice, "I think about you day and night. Now that the Marquis has married his wife, he has forgotten about Zhaozhao."
The woman's coquettishness stirred up a strong desire in the Marquis of Anyang.
He leaned down slightly and pinched Yang Zhaozhao's chin. "Little thing, are you jealous?"
Yang Zhaozhao bit her lower lip, turned her head away, and muttered softly, "The Marquis asked why you are treating me so coldly. Anyone who sees this would think that I am being rejected by the Marquis. How can I not be jealous?"
Her voice carried a hint of grievance, like a kitten forgotten by its owner, making one's heart ache.
It pierces straight into a man's heart...
Marquis Anyang burst into laughter at her appearance. He reached out and gently pinched Yang Zhaozhao's nose, his eyes full of doting affection. "My little darling, it's my fault for not taking your feelings into account."
"Knock knock knock..." A knocking sound came from outside the door.
Immediately afterwards, the respectful voice of the old woman beside the Marquis rang out, "Your Excellency has worked hard. The Madam has specially prepared ginseng tea to help you refresh your mind."
The voice was neither too loud nor too soft, breaking the previously overflowing romantic atmosphere in the study at just the right moment.
The smile on Marquis Anyang's face froze instantly, and a hint of barely perceptible annoyance flashed in his eyes. He gave Yang Zhaozhao a wink, wanting her to come out.
But the woman pretended not to see it and even shrank further under the table.
Her rosy lips pursed slightly, silently making a "no" shape, and she even raised her eyebrows defiantly.
Marquis Anyang also became somewhat interested and raised his voice, "Come in."
The old woman pushed open the door and entered, carrying a lacquered tray with a steaming cup of ginseng tea on it.
She walked to the desk, bowed slightly, and placed the ginseng tea steadily on the table. "My lord, the madam also said that if you have any instructions, please feel free to send someone to her."
Marquis Anyang nodded slightly, picked up the ginseng tea, took a sip, and said, "Please thank Madam for me and tell her not to worry, everything is fine here."
Hiding under the table, Yang Zhaozhao's eyes darted around. Instead of staying still, she reached out and gently touched the Marquis of Anyang's calf.
Fingertips wandered subtly through the fabric, their movements gentle yet provocative.
Marquis Anyang stiffened slightly, almost losing control of his expression.
He tried to appear calm, picked up his teacup and took a small sip, attempting to conceal his unusual behavior.
The old woman seemed to sense that the atmosphere was a bit strange, and her gaze subconsciously swept around the study.
"My lord, you...?"
"It's nothing, you may leave." Marquis Anyang's voice was slightly tense, and his speech was a few beats faster.
Seeing that the old woman was still dawdling, Yang Zhaozhao became increasingly bold in her actions.
With her other hand, she quietly reached up and gently tugged at the hem of Anyang Hou's clothes. She even slightly opened her mouth and lightly bit his leg through his pants.
Marquis Anyang almost choked, coughing violently a few times, splashing some tea onto his clothes.
"My lord!" The old woman was shocked and rushed forward to help.
"It's none of your business!" Marquis Anyang said, his voice rising several decibels in anger. "Didn't you hear me tell you to leave?"
The old woman was so frightened by the sudden reprimand that she turned pale and dared not say another word. She quickly bowed and left.
Once the old woman's footsteps had completely disappeared, Marquis Anyang pulled Yang Zhaozhao out from under the table, feigning anger, and said, "You little vixen, you almost got caught! I'll teach you a lesson!"
But he couldn't hide the smile in his eyes, and he held Yang Zhaozhao tightly in his arms, filling the study with an ambiguous atmosphere once again.
Yang Zhaozhao took the initiative to kiss the Marquis of Anyang's lips, pretending to be inexperienced and eager, and wrapped her hands around the man's neck.
Marquis Anyang leaned comfortably in his chair, letting her serve him like this, gently stroking her back with one hand and playing with her ink-black hair with the other.
Occasionally, he would respond to her, which sent a shiver down Yang Zhaozhao's spine.
Afterwards, Marquis Anyang tidied Yang Zhaozhao's disheveled hair, saying, "The mistress has just entered the household, and we must consider her reputation. Although I care about you, I cannot be too obvious, lest you feel wronged."
Yang Zhaozhao leaned against the Marquis of Anyang's chest, rolled her eyes, and said, "That's just how it sounds..."
But she still nodded obediently, "Zhao Zhao understands. I am content that the Marquis has such feelings for me."
"Zhaozhao doesn't want to cause trouble for the Marquis. She'll be content as long as she can be by his side often."
Looking at her sensible appearance, Marquis Anyang felt a pang of pity and gently patted her head. "Don't worry, I won't mistreat you."
"You go first, I have some things to take care of. I'll come see you when I have time."
Yang Zhaozhao nodded obediently, got up from his arms, straightened her clothes, and looked up at Marquis Anyang with eyes full of longing and reluctance.
"Then Zhaozhao will wait for the Marquis to come and find me. The Marquis must remember this."
After saying that, he didn't forget to gently tug at the hem of Marquis Anyang's robe with his finger.
She walked towards the door, glancing back every few steps, intentionally trying to entice the man to stay a little longer.
But as she reached the door, all she saw behind her was silence; Marquis Anyang had already turned his attention back to the books laid out on his desk.
Yang Zhaozhao cursed the scoundrel under her breath before quickly leaving...
The old woman did not leave behind the artificial hill; instead, she hid there.
She watched Yang Zhaozhao's retreating figure, her brows furrowed. Sure enough, there was a woman seducing the Marquis in the study!
"This concubine Yang is really bold, daring to do such a thing in the Marquis's study, completely disregarding the Madam!"
The old woman muttered under her breath, her face full of indignation. "Bah, the behavior of a brothel owner..."