Chapter 836: The Strange Feng Jiuge

Chapter 836: Chapter 836: The Strange Feng Jiuge

Feng Jiuge felt like she’d uncovered some earth-shattering secret—Yang Cheng was actually cheating on his wife, messing around with another woman, and right under his wife’s nose at that.

She felt a bit of contempt for Yang Cheng and quietly went back to her room, but her breathing was ragged, her cheeks burning, and her mind was filled with Yang Cheng’s strong, solid body and his impressive endowment.

That woman had been screaming so loud just now—she must have been feeling really good. She herself had never truly experienced that kind of pleasure!

Feng Jiuge was also cultivating the Dragon and Phoenix Dance Scripture, and after wandering outside for years it was impossible for her to still be a virgin, but when it came to men and women, she was only doing it to complete missions, never really getting any great enjoyment out of it.

The moment she thought of that scene just now, heat flooded her whole body, a kind of unprecedented hunger and thirst surging up. She couldn’t help sliding her hand down, listening to the moans outside as she slowly indulged herself.

"Mm... ah... Yang Cheng... give it to me!"

She unintentionally let out a moan, and even she felt ashamed. She hurriedly bit down on her lips, forcing herself not to make a sound.

As Cheng Ruonan’s waves of lusty cries sounded from outside the door, she followed right after and climbed to her own peak, then rushed to take a shower and lay down on the bed again.

But the two outside still hadn’t finished; those ambiguous sounds seeped through every crack, setting Feng Jiuge on fire. She used her hands to take care of it twice more, only finally passing out from sheer exhaustion.

The next morning.

After washing up, Yang Cheng went downstairs and saw Feng Jiuge sitting in the dining room drinking porridge.

Her complexion was much better than last night, but still very pale, looking a bit weak.

"Morning."

Yang Cheng sat down opposite her, and the servant immediately brought him a bowl of porridge.

Feng Jiuge answered softly, bowed her head and continued drinking, never lifting her gaze to look at him.

He didn’t find this strange, and asked casually, "How are you feeling today? Anywhere uncomfortable?"

"Much better."

Feng Jiuge was terse and to the point, quickly finishing her food. She felt a little embarrassed facing Yang Cheng.

"I’ll help you change the dressing again after breakfast."

Yang Cheng couldn’t make sense of it; this woman was acting a bit off today.

"Okay."

As soon as the words left his mouth, Kong Lingwen walked in from outside, carrying a shopping bag, which she set down in front of Feng Jiuge.

"These are clothes I bought to your size. Make do with them for now. Once you’re feeling better you can go buy your own."

Feng Jiuge opened it and saw a brand-new set of sportswear and a set of underwear inside.

"Thank you."

She raised her head to look at Kong Lingwen, a trace of gratitude flashing in her eyes.

"No need to thank me. You’re Yang Cheng’s friend, which makes you my friend too."

Kong Lingwen smiled slightly and sat down beside her.

At first she hadn’t liked Feng Jiuge moving in, but this morning when she heard Yang Cheng talk about Feng Jiuge’s background, she felt a pang of sympathy and wanted to treat this pitiful girl a little better.

Yang Cheng, however, didn’t see it that way. He thought Kong Lingwen must have taken the wrong Medicine Pill, and his heart was on edge; after breakfast he hurriedly dragged Kong Lingwen off to the company.

...

In the blink of an eye it was afternoon, at the Gong Family villa.

Gong Jian sat in the study, playing with the porcelain bottle that held the Dragon and Tiger Pill, a satisfied smile at the corner of his lips.

Yesterday he’d had social engagements and ended up resting at the club. Today he had deliberately cut work short to come home early, all so he could roll in the sheets with Su Xiaowan.

Just thinking of Su Xiaowan’s seductive look in bed made him immediately pour out a Medicine Pill and pop it into his mouth, tipping his head back to swallow.

A moment later, a surge of heat rose from his lower abdomen, spreading rapidly through his limbs and bones. That familiar burning restlessness made his whole body shudder.

A flicker of excitement flashed in Gong Jian’s eyes as he stood up and left the study, heading straight for Su Xiaowan’s room.

He pushed the door open. Su Xiaowan was lying on the bed reading; when she saw him come in, she quickly put the book down and sat up.

"Honey!"

Her voice was soft as water, with a hint of shyness in her eyes.

Gong Jian walked over, pulled her into his arms with one sweep, and lowered his head to claim her lips.

Su Xiaowan obediently responded, her soft, boneless hands roaming over his body, though inwardly she felt a bit of disgust. No matter how good Gong Jian was, he couldn’t compare to the young and vigorous Gong Yu. But for now she couldn’t rebel and could only let this old man defile her.

Very quickly, the two were entangled together, and the room filled with sounds that would make anyone blush and heart race.

Yet Gong Jian had no idea that at that very moment his son Gong Yu was standing outside the door, peering through the crack at the scene inside, his eyes filled with jealousy and resentment.

His hand unconsciously clenched, nails digging into his palm, but he didn’t even notice.

"You old bastard, you really know how to enjoy yourself."

He cursed in a low voice, then turned and went back to his own room.

Lying on the bed, Gong Yu’s mind was full of Su Xiaowan’s voluptuous figure and sultry voice. He tossed and turned, unable to sleep.

"Why does that old bastard get to enjoy her openly, while I can only watch?"

The more he thought about it, the more unwilling he felt; he started to pleasure himself, muttering, "Xiaowan, I’m going to fuck you to death. Can that old man really satisfy you?"

He worked himself for ages with almost no reaction. These days he could only rely on drugs to perform, yet all those pills were in his father’s study; last time he’d only dared to steal one by forcing himself.

The next morning, Gong Jian left the house with a face full of post-coital satisfaction, and Gong Yu immediately went to the study and stole two pills, then quietly slipped into Su Xiaowan’s room.

Su Xiaowan was still lying in bed, her body covered with ambiguous red marks, like she’d been completely worn out.

Gong Yu reached his hand under the covers. Su Xiaowan thought it was Gong Jian and said coyly, "Honey, you’re too strong. I really can’t take it anymore."

"You slut! Open your eyes and see who I am."

Hearing that voice, Su Xiaowan jolted and snapped her eyes open, shock written all over her face. "Young Master Gong, why are you here?"

"To see if Gong Jian has fucked you broken."

With a wicked grin, Gong Yu climbed onto the bed, seized her and held her tight, his big hand roaming over her delicate body.

Su Xiaowan’s body went rigid; her first instinct was to struggle.

"Don’t move! Didn’t you already agree to be with me? Then why are you still fooling around so hard with that old bastard? I think you’re just a man-starved bitch!"

Gong Yu spat out, teeth clenched.

Su Xiaowan was nervous, afraid he’d hurt her, so she put on a wronged expression and said, "I was forced. I can’t fight him. Since you already saw it, why didn’t you dare come stop him?"

At that, a flicker of embarrassment crossed Gong Yu’s face. He held no real power in the Gong Family; how would he dare tear things open with Gong Jian?

"I don’t dare, but I do care about you. From now on, when you’re with Gong Jian you’re not allowed to act that slutty. You can only serve with full effort in front of me. Otherwise I’ll tell him about our affair. No matter what, I’m his own son, but you’re just a woman. Without you, he can always find someone younger and prettier."

Gong Yu threatened coldly.

Su Xiaowan’s pretty face went pale with fright, tears welling in her eyes, but at the same time she was rapidly thinking it through.