A delicate beauty takes a place in a marriage, while a cold, rough man seduces her every night.

The Xiao family.

The motorcycle wheels kicked up snowflakes as it came to a steady stop at the gate of the yard.

Xiao Jingye turned off the engine, and Qiao Qingyan got out of the back seat, wrapped in a heavy military coat he had brought. Her cheeks and nose were red from the cold.

He reached out and grasped her cold hand, then quietly led her into the house.

The two walked very quietly, without disturbing Zeng Yumei and Duoduo who were fast asleep in the inner room.

A warm feeling wafted from inside the room. Before leaving, Xiao Jingye had added a lot of dry firewood to the kang (a heated brick bed), and now the firewood was burning brightly, filling the room with warmth.

As soon as the door closed, he reached out and pinned her against the door, then leaned down and kissed her.

His hot breath, mixed with the crisp winter air emanating from his body, enveloped Qingyan completely.

His kisses were urgent and heavy, filled with an irrepressible, burning desire, so fierce it was as if he wanted to tear her apart and devour her whole.

His teeth gently swept across her pearly white teeth and sensitive palate, finally entwining firmly around her tongue.

A fierce storm raged between their lips, the force so strong it made her lips ache.

Soon, Qingyan heard the sound of him unbuckling his belt with one hand.

She blushed and hurriedly pushed him away, saying, "You...you don't have to rush."

He stopped, his breathing erratic and disordered.

"What did you mean by what you said that day?"

"Which sentence?"

"That sentence."

Which sentence?

Xiao Jingye grabbed her chin and stared at her with his dark eyes: "Don't play dumb with me about what you said at the station when we parted."

"Oh, you mean that sentence?" Qingyan blinked. "It means exactly what it says."

Xiao Jingye's grip remained firm, still holding the man's chin: "Say it to me again."

She raised an eyebrow slightly and said in a soft, sweet voice, "I won't say it. I'll only say nice things once."

"Good wife, say it again, I want to hear it." He gazed at her intently, his tone slightly coquettish.

Even through the clothes, Qingyan could feel his hands, which were almost frozen solid.

Despite the sub-zero temperatures and swirling snow, he rode his motorcycle alone through the middle of the night to get here.

At that time, Qingyan couldn't sleep at her parents' house. She got up to go to the toilet and heard the familiar sound of a motorcycle outside. She quickly opened the gate.

The man she had been longing for appeared out of nowhere, standing in the moonlit snow and wind, gazing at her.

Qingyan originally planned to tell her father before leaving, but considering that Qiao Nianshan had finally fallen asleep due to his cough, she didn't want to disturb him and went back to her own home with Xiao Jingye first.

She leaned against the door and gently rubbed his icy cheeks: "Why aren't you driving the bread truck? Riding a motorcycle in the middle of the night is freezing."

Xiao Jingye chuckled softly: "The car was sent for repairs. It's fine, it wasn't that cold."

Qiao Qingyan was both angry and heartbroken, and gently punched his chest with her hand:

"Riding a bike in the freezing cold at night is so dangerous! What urgent matter requires you to rush back overnight?"

"I miss you, I miss you so much it hurts my chest." He grabbed her hand. "Give your brother a massage."

Qingyan looked up, her face flushed, and asked, "How did you know I went back to my parents' home to take care of my father?"

"Mom told me. Is your father feeling any better now?"

"It's nothing serious. How long will you stay this time? Are you leaving tomorrow morning again? The New Year is almost here, when will you be able to finish up at the factory and take a break?"

"I have to go into town tomorrow afternoon; business is busy at the end of the year. A while ago, I asked someone to make a batch of gift boxes to package the high-quality mountain products I collected. Several companies have placed orders, and this batch should make a good profit."

"I don't want you to make a lot of money, I want you to be with me." Qingyan pouted and frowned.

It was rare for her to be so open and affectionate; she usually pretended to be sensible.

Xiao Jingye's heart was warmed by her soft and gentle words.

His tall figure completely enveloped her in shadow, then he lowered his head and kissed her soft, pink lips, his breath warm against her cheek.

"I made money to open a lumber mill, so I can spend every day with you and come home every night to fuck you."

"Brother," Qingyan called out to him sweetly.

"Hmm? What's wrong?"

The sound of "brother" made his bones melt.

The image of a sweet-looking girl holding up a soft lotus leaf above his head and calling him "brother" immediately flashed into his mind when he was a child, in the rain.

Xiao Jingye's dark eyes were fixed on her.

At that moment, his lover glanced down at him, then looked up at him with her beautiful face:

"Why are you telling me to rub this area if my chest hurts?"

Xiao Jingye's lips curled slightly: "This part of my body aches from missing you so much, rub it for your brother."

the other side.

The commotion at the Qiao family's residence lasted for quite some time, attracting many neighbors who came to watch, some even wearing coats.

Qiao Nianshan was unwell and weak, so Jun'er helped him back to the house to rest.

"Qingyan has disappeared. Could she have gone back to her parents' home?"

Jun'er said, "Uncle, don't worry, I saw your son-in-law ride away with her on his bicycle this evening."

"That's good," Qiao Nianshan murmured. "Luckily, she's gone."

After a while, he said, "Jun'er, could you please call the security team over?"

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The next morning, Qingyan was worried that she had left in a hurry the night before without telling Qiao Nianshan, which made him worry, so she wanted to go back.

Xiao Jingye told her to stay home and that he would ride his bike there and back quickly to let his father-in-law know.

Upon hearing the sound of the motorcycle, Aunt Qian was the first to come out of the house. Xiao Jingye nodded to her and greeted her warmly.

Aunt Qian quickly pulled him to stand under the eaves at the courtyard gate: "Jingye, something terrible happened last night."

Xiao Jinye's heart sank: "What is it?"

Aunt Qian patiently told him the whole story, and Xiao Jingye's brows furrowed deeper and deeper.

"They've all been taken away by the police, and we don't know what will happen to them in the end." Aunt Qian sighed, still shaken. "Luckily, Qingyan left with you last night. That mother and daughter are vicious. If Qingyan hadn't left, she would have been the one violated by Zhang Laizi last night... It's terrifying to even think about."

Xiao Jingye exchanged a few words with Aunt Qian, went inside to explain the situation to Qiao Nianshan, and then headed straight for the Public Security Brigade.

There was a guy in the security team named Wu Zi who had fought with Xiao Jingye when they were young. They became friends after the fight.

Xiao Jingye found him and inquired about the situation regarding Chen Xiaomeng and her group.

The five men, dressed in military green jackets, truthfully explained to him:

"That Zhang the leper has a disease and doesn't have much time left. He causes trouble in the village all the time, and nobody can do anything about him."

"As for Chen Xiaomeng and her daughter, they brought this upon themselves. They originally conspired with Zhang Laizi to plan and abuse your wife, but due to unforeseen circumstances, Chen Xiaomeng ended up suffering the consequences. Right now, all three of them are locked up in the team and will be detained for a few days. Afterward, they will be publicly criticized over the village's public address system and paraded through the streets as a form of public humiliation."

"The most unlucky ones in this matter are the village chief's family. The Jiang family has had the worst luck in eight lifetimes to marry such a troublemaker. Old Jiang is so angry that he hides in the village committee and refuses to show his face."

After exchanging a few polite words with the five men, Xiao Jingye asked, "May I go in and check on those three people?"

Wu Zi retrieved the key and pushed open the wooden door of the small dark room for him.

This small, dark room was a temporary detention center for prisoners by the village security team. It had only one narrow, well-ventilated window, and the room was dimly lit and oppressive.

Chen Xiaomeng and her mother huddled numbly in a corner, while Zhang Laizi squatted alone against the wall, dejected.

Xiao Jingye stepped into the house and walked straight up to the mother and daughter, looking down at them coldly.

Before the two could react, he raised his foot without hesitation and kicked one of them hard.

The force was solid, like a heavy weapon crashing down.

The kick caused both of them to cry out in pain and curl up on the ground.

The five guards at the door advised Xiao Jingye, "Take it easy," and then closed the door to prevent the two men's wails from getting out.