Chapter 882: The First Time a Woman Disliked Me

Chapter 882: Chapter 882: The First Time a Woman Disliked Me

Seeing Cheng Lanxin’s attitude loosen a little, Yang Cheng walked forward, stood in front of her, lowered his head and looked at her. "You’re not betraying your husband. You’re saving your daughter."

"Besides, once the treatment is over, your soul will disperse. No one will know what happened here, and I won’t tell your husband either."

He reached out and gently held her hand. "Yu is still so young. Her life has only just begun. Can you really bear to watch her die like this?"

Cheng Lanxin lowered her head. Tears slid down her cheeks and dripped onto their joined hands.

After a long silence, she finally raised her head and looked into Yang Cheng’s eyes.

"Can you really save Yu? You’re not lying to me?"

"I have no reason to keep coming into the Illusion Realm just to trick a single wisp of soul. If it weren’t for me, Yu might have died long ago. I’ve gone to all this trouble, and now there’s only this last step left."

Yang Cheng said, his tone firm.

Cheng Lanxin bit her lip and closed her eyes, clearly locked in fierce inner turmoil.

Yang Cheng didn’t speak again, giving her time to think.

The wind in the flower field stilled, the sunlight dimmed, and the whole world seemed to freeze.

She thought of her daughter as a child, a little carved jade face, a sweet smile, calling "Mama" in that milky voice.

She thought of her daughter’s first steps, the first time she called "Papa," the first time she shouldered a schoolbag and went to school.

She also thought of herself on her deathbed, her daughter lying by the bedside, crying as she said, "Mama, don’t go."

Those scenes cut into her heart like knives.

"All right, I promise you."

She closed her eyes, tears sliding down along her cheeks.

Yang Cheng let out a breath of relief, walked up to her, and reached out, wanting to steady her by the shoulders, but she flinched away like a startled rabbit.

"You... don’t touch me."

Her voice trembled slightly.

It was the first time Yang Cheng had been rejected so bluntly by a woman. A bit embarrassed, he withdrew his hand. "I’m a doctor, not a creep. You don’t have to be this afraid of me."

"I know, but I can’t control my body."

Cheng Lanxin’s porcelain-pale face was full of helplessness.

Looking at that face, Yang Cheng understood why Jiang Heping had stayed faithful for so many years. With a wife this breathtaking, how could he ever look twice at those vulgar, painted women outside?

"How about this: you relax first, and we’ll take it slow. If you feel uncomfortable at any point, we can stop right away."

Yang Cheng spoke softly, keeping his tone as gentle as possible.

Cheng Lanxin took a deep breath, trying to calm herself, but her body was still taut, like a bowstring drawn to its limit.

He didn’t rush to get close. Instead he stood before her, reaching out his hand, palm up. "Trust me."

Seeing the warmth in his eyes, a strange sense of calm rose in Cheng Lanxin’s heart. She hesitated, then slowly stretched out her hand and placed it in his palm.

Her hand was icy cold and slightly trembling, like a fallen leaf swaying in the wind.

Yang Cheng gently closed his fingers around hers, not making any further move. He simply stood there quietly, letting her get used to his warmth and his presence.

Time passed, second by second. The woman’s body gradually relaxed, and her fingers were no longer so rigid.

Yang Cheng smiled and suddenly said, "Yu looks a lot like you, especially her eyes."

The corners of Cheng Lanxin’s lips lifted slightly, a hint of tenderness flashing in her eyes. "She used to look even more like me when she was little—round face, round eyes, like a little bun."

"She still looks like you. The first time I saw you in the Illusion Realm, I thought I’d traveled ten years into the future and was seeing a grown-up Yu."

Yang Cheng said, a bit theatrically.

Cheng Lanxin was amused by him; the tightness in her mood finally relaxed completely, and there was more trust in her gaze.

She knew this young man truly wanted to save her daughter, risking himself to enter the Illusion Realm and still having to face her wariness and resistance.

"What’s your name?"

She asked softly.

"Yang Cheng. You can just call me Xiaochen."

Feeling her acceptance, Yang Cheng’s lips curved in a bright, sunny smile.

"Yang Cheng, then let’s... begin."

She took a deep breath and closed her eyes.

Hearing that, Yang Cheng braced himself and gently drew her into his arms. Sensing the stiffness and trembling in her body, he didn’t rush to do anything, but lightly patted her back, as if soothing a startled fawn.

"Don’t be afraid. It’ll be over soon."

His voice was low and gentle.

He hadn’t expected that even with only a single remnant soul left, Cheng Lanxin would still remain utterly faithful to her husband. There really weren’t many women like her.

Leaning against his chest, listening to the strong beat of his heart, the fear in Cheng Lanxin’s heart gradually ebbed.

She could feel that this man’s embrace was very warm, full of safety. It wasn’t the same as her husband’s, yet it made her feel just as reassured.

Time seemed to come to a standstill. The breeze in the flower field halted, even the sunlight grew soft. The whole world held only the two of them.

Yang Cheng lowered his head and brushed a light kiss on the crown of her hair, his heated breath spilling over her.

Cheng Lanxin’s body gave a slight shiver, but she didn’t pull away. Instead, she slowly lifted her face to look into his eyes.

In those light brown pupils, his reflection was clearly mirrored.

Yang Cheng slowly bent down and covered her lips with his.

Her lips were soft and cool, carrying a faint, elusive floral scent, like petals newly opened in spring.

Cheng Lanxin’s body went rigid all at once. Her hands instinctively pressed against his chest, wanting to push him away, but in the end she gradually relaxed, closed her eyes, and responded clumsily.

It had been a long time since she’d last kissed anyone—so long she had almost forgotten what it felt like.

Yang Cheng’s kiss was gentle, unhurried, neither rushed nor forceful, like savoring a glass of aged wine, tasting every subtle note.

He lightly nudged her pearly teeth apart, his tongue slipping into her mouth, tangling with her small fragrant tongue.

There was a faint sweetness in Cheng Lanxin’s mouth, like nectar, intoxicating.

Their lips and teeth meshed; their breathing grew gradually more uneven.

Yang Cheng’s large hand stroked lightly over her back. Through the thin fabric, he could feel the delicate texture and warmth of her skin.

Cheng Lanxin’s body grew softer and softer, almost unable to stand on its own. She could only lean against Yang Cheng’s chest, her hands climbing around his neck, clutching at his collar.

Yang Cheng left her lips and softly called her name.

"Lan Xin, relax. Leave everything to me."

Cheng Lanxin opened her eyes. Liquid light shimmered in her beautiful gaze, her cheeks flushed, her lips slightly swollen and red, making her look especially enticing.

Yang Cheng bent over and gently laid her down in the flower field. The soft petals formed a natural, gigantic bed, releasing a faint fragrance.

Cheng Lanxin lay amid the flowers, the hem of her red dress spread out like a blooming blossom. Her raven hair spilled over the petals, setting off her skin as even fairer, as if it glowed.

Yang Cheng lay beside her, turned on his side, propped his head up, and looked at her.

Under his gaze, Cheng Lanxin grew a little self-conscious and turned her head away, not daring to meet his eyes.