Luck Reliant Beauty – CH 122

Chapter 122: Pre-Wedding Flirting

Jiang Mi was suddenly pulled out and hurriedly cried out in a panic, “Young Master Cui, it’s me!”

As soon as she finished speaking, the large hand gripping her wrist abruptly released her, and Jiang Mi lost her balance and stumbled backward.

She quickly steadied herself and looked up at Cui Zi Xuan. Cui Zi Xuan was looking at her with his hands behind his back.

At this moment, Cui Zi Xuan’s expression was as gentle as ever, but his eyes were bloodshot; these blood-red eyes, like blood-red jade, made this usually elegant young master appear like a demon.

Jiang Mi was about to explain when Cui Zi Xuan lowered his eyes and hissed, “Get out!”

Jiang Mi was startled.

Then, Cui Zi Xuan suddenly opened his eyes and hissed again, “Get out!”

Jiang Mi was terrified. Her face paled, she took a step back, and finally turned and ran out.

Just as Jiang Mi ran out of Cui Zi Xuan’s courtyard, a row of maids came carrying buckets of hot water. Seeing Jiang Mi, they bowed.

Jiang Mi couldn’t run anymore.

She stopped abruptly, muttering to herself, “Why did I run?”

Yes, why did she run? That was her Young Master Cui, her Young Master Cui who had become erratic with grief. Why did she run?

At that moment, the maids continued their steady stream into the courtyard. Jiang Mi grabbed one of the maids and casually asked, “Why are you carrying so much water?”

The maid, seeing Jiang Mi emerge from Cui Zi Xuan’s bathhouse at this hour, smiled warmly and replied, “Young Master Cui always takes five baths in a row.”

Jiang Mi understood. She released the maid’s hand.

The sun was already beginning to set. Jiang Mi should have left by now, but she didn’t want to.

She stood in the garden outside the courtyard. Jiang Mi watched the maids come and go until the tree-lined path fell silent again. She gritted her teeth and continued walking towards the training ground.

The training ground was spacious, the white jade floor deserted, and the surroundings were quiet except for the echo of Jiang Mi’s footsteps.

She walked on, then stopped.

She saw Cui Zi Xuan.

Cui Zi Xuan had clearly just finished bathing. He sat on the couch, his long, wet hair disheveled, holding a matching white jade teacup in his fair, jade-like hands, sipping tea slowly with his eyes lowered.

Jiang Mi had seen this scene countless times; she should have been familiar with it.

But Cui Zi Xuan was sitting in darkness.

The handsome man in silver robes, seated in the darkness, moved with unparalleled elegance. Yet, the darkness and his blood-red, glass-like eyes made him appear utterly unfamiliar and sinister.

Jiang Mi approached him slowly, her steps light.

Soon, she reached him and knelt before him. Looking up at Cui Zi Xuan’s face, she said tenderly, “Ah’Lang, didn’t you want to see me dance Zhao Feiyan’s Palm Dance? I will dance it for you now, okay?”

Cui Zi Xuan slowly raised his head.

Seeing that he only looked at her without speaking, Jiang Mi chuckled softly, stood up, and gracefully retreated.

With light, lotus-like steps, she retreated more than ten steps before rising on tiptoe and beginning to dance. Once, Lady Huarui’s dance captivated Cheng Capital, and Jiang Mi inherited this trait entirely from her mother; her dance possessed a unique, alluring beauty.

Moreover, Zhao Feiyan’s dance was also choreographed to seduce the Lord.

Watching Jiang Mi’s sway and twist, her slender waist so graceful, her bright eyes so captivating, her chest trembling, and her hips swaying, Cui Zi Xuan slowly rose.

He stood in the shadows, his voice deep and husky, and said, “Come here!”

Jiang Mi, engrossed in her dance, smiled innocently at him upon hearing his call and gracefully swayed towards him.

Approaching Cui Zi Xuan, Jiang Mi looked up at him, her feet still moving in dance steps, her hips and chest intentionally or unintentionally rubbing against him.

…Good heavens, Jiang Mi was a complete bookworm.

So, even though it was a seductive dance, her eyes were crystal clear; she was dancing exactly as the Three Mothers had instructed, just like during practice, without even fully understanding the meaning behind her movements.

Utter innocence combined with utter allure…

Cui Zi Xuan, watching, suddenly grabbed her arm, pulling her tightly into his embrace. His eyes reddened, and he brought his lips to Jiang Mi’s ear, breathing heavily as he whispered, “Zhao Feiyan’s dance, towards the end, involves taking off her clothes…”

Taking off her clothes?

What did that mean?

Jiang Mi was startled at first.

Then, she understood, her face flushing crimson.

She forcefully shook off Cui Zi Xuan’s hand and angrily turned and ran. She didn’t notice that Cui Zi Xuan was still standing in the darkness until she was completely out of sight.

Jiang Mi ran very fast.

She felt a little wronged. She wanted to comfort Cui Zi Xuan, so she danced the dance he most wanted to see. But what did he mean by his words just now? She would soon be his wife; how could he speak to her so frivolously?

Jiang Mi rushed out of Cui Zi Xuan’s courtyard again.

By then, dusk was falling, and lights were lit throughout the courtyard. It was no longer convenient for Jiang Mi to find a coachman to take her home. Of course, more importantly, Jiang Mi herself didn’t really want to go back.

Jiang Mi found a side room, watching the maids come and go, hugging her knees and lost in thought.

After an unknown amount of time, the sounds of voices outside gradually subsided. Jiang Mi asked, “What time is it?”

A maid replied, “Your Highness, it’s three quarters past dusk.”

So late?

Jiang Mi was startled. She bit her lip, unable to suppress her worry, and continued walking towards the training ground.

She hadn’t expected the training ground to be so brightly lit at this hour.

Just then, several burly men emerged from a side path. Seeing the familiar wooden buckets they carried, Jiang Mi couldn’t help but call out to them, “Sir, is Young Master Cui going to practice swordsmanship again?”

These burly men were the same ones from earlier that day. They had already seen Jiang Mi emerge from the training ground. Therefore, their attitude was particularly respectful and friendly, with a hint of joy. “Indeed. Young Master’s harming his health like this. I wonder if Madam could…”

Jiang Mi stepped forward. She gazed at the training ground for a moment, murmuring, “…Before, if I hadn’t been so willful and insisted on going out to see that Sichuan opera, Mother wouldn’t have fallen ill while searching for me and wouldn’t have died so young. Elder Brother too—I knew Mother wasn’t good to him, but I always pretended not to see or hear it. If only I had said a few more words for him back then! This time…this time I don’t want to give myself another chance to hate myself.”

Her voice wasn’t loud. The burly men were completely bewildered.

Just then, Jiang Mi turned around and said sternly to them, “Take these away.” With that, she strode back towards the training ground.

In the training ground, the lights were bright. Cui Zi Xuan stood under the lamplight, dressed in a silver robe, his head bowed. His slender fingers were slowly tracing the surface of his sword.

Hearing footsteps, he slowly raised his head.

Under the lamplight… Jiang Mi met Cui Zi Xuan’s sharp, sword-like eyes! Those eyes were still a blood red, glassy red.

Seeing it was Jiang Mi, a half smile played on Cui Zi Xuan’s lips.

Jiang Mi walked up to him.

Looking up at him for a moment, Jiang Mi suddenly stepped forward and hugged him.

She held him tightly, as always, resting her face on his chest.

Smelling the familiar scent of the man, tears welled up in Jiang Mi was eyes. She whispered, “Young Master Cui, don’t look at me like that; I’m scared…”

She received no reply from Cui Zi Xuan.

Jiang Mi tightened her arms even further. She wanted to squeeze herself into his body, pressing herself tightly against him as Jiang Mi pleaded, “Ah’Lang, no matter how much pain you have in this world, don’t bear it all alone. I’m here with you; I can share your burdens.”

This time, Cui Zi Xuan finally spoke, coldly saying, “Get out!”

“No!” Jiang Mi clung to him even tighter, rubbing against him like taffy, saying, “If you don’t leave, I won’t leave either!”

Cui Zi Xuan’s breathing quickened noticeably, and his voice came again, “Be good, get out!”

“No!”

Just as Jiang Mi was clinging to him again, playfully begging, she suddenly felt light as Cui Zi Xuan lifted her up.

Seeing Cui Zi Xuan grab her by the collar, about to throw her off the main gate, and seeing his bloodshot eyes gradually fill with impatience, Jiang Mi felt no fear this time, only heartache.

So, she twisted her body and turned to hug Cui Zi Xuan’s neck, crying out angrily, “Don’t send me away! I won’t leave you tonight, no matter what!”

This time, the moment her voice fell, Cui Zi Xuan froze in his tracks.

Before Jiang Mi could even discern Cui Zi Xuan’s expression, she was suddenly shoved down, her face pressed against a pillar from behind. His body loomed over her, and Cui Zi Xuan’s panting, mocking voice came from behind her neck, “So, you’d be willing to strip naked and dance for me?”

How utterly vile!

Feeling the rod pressed against her buttocks and his hot breath on her neck, Jiang Mi felt a surge of intense unease once more.

But remembering her purpose for coming here, Jiang Mi wouldn’t allow herself to back down. She bit her lip, unable to turn her face as it was pressed against the cold pillar. Jiang Mi could only hurriedly reply, “Anyway, no matter what, I don’t want you to do this.”

As soon as she finished speaking, a large hand reached to her waist. The hand slowly and deliberately pulled away her belt, letting it hang halfway down her skirt to her knees. The hand continued to move deeper, and soon, the large palm began to roughly knead her bare buttocks. Then, Jiang Mi heard Cui Zi Xuan’s panting voice, “How about this? You still won’t leave like this?”

Jiang Mi trembled. She bit her lip for a long time, and while she remained silent, the large hand on her buttocks stopped.

Her cheeks flushed crimson, Jiang Mi said softly in a hoarse voice, “Young Master Cui, I’m your wife. No matter what, I don’t want to see you suffer.”

As soon as she finished speaking, a sharp crack echoed as her belt was forcibly pulled off and thrown away. Then, Jiang Mi felt a chill in her lower body.

Then, she heard a rustling sound behind her, and a hot object pressed against her buttocks. Cui Zi Xuan thrust forward wickedly, his lips close to her ear, licking her earlobe with his tongue as he whispered mockingly, “Even like this, you’re willing?”

Jiang Mi trembled uncontrollably.

Sensing her fear, Cui Zi Xuan, while kneading her snowy buttocks like dough, panted, “Quickly say you want to leave! You’re my wife, Cui Zi Xuan’s legal wife. Leave now and I will save this for our wedding night!”

He said this, yet his wet, hot kisses landed one after another on Jiang Mi’s ears, the back of her neck, and her back.

Faced with Cui Zi Xuan’s renewed pressure, Jiang Mi blushed and closed her eyes.

Seeing her hesitation, Cui Zi Xuan understood perfectly well. He chuckled, and as he laughed, Jiang Mi found her hands suddenly tightened, bound to a pillar with a jade belt. Just as she looked up, her legs were lifted and spread apart. In the blink of an eye, Jiang Mi’s legs were forcibly spread, and she was pinned against a black pillar. Then, her waist was forcefully pressed down, her jade-like legs raised high, and a hot object pressed against her, beginning to lightly touch and caress her…

Several burly men carrying buckets of beast blood had been waiting outside the hall.

As the moon rose high in the sky and then gradually began to set in the west, the yawning men looked at each other for a while. Finally, one of them couldn’t help but suggest, “The blood has congealed like this. Why don’t some of you go and check if Young Master has anything to say?”

They had been standing for far too long, and although they were all strong and robust, they were starting to feel the strain. Therefore, the suggestion was quickly approved.

After a brief discussion, the thinnest and most agile man was chosen.

The man put down the buckets and tiptoed towards the training ground.

He walked slowly and lightly and soon arrived outside the training ground. Seeing the main gate was closed, he turned towards the side gate.

Just as he reached the side gate, the man froze, and slowly, very slowly, he turned his head.

On the screen window not far away, the lamplight clearly reflected two figures, one in front of the other. The taller figure in front stood with his head bowed, his back to the screen. He seemed to vaguely hear the gurgling sound of water…

A moment later, the man, his face flushed, hurriedly retreated. Turning to his colleagues, he whispered urgently, “Quick, let’s get out of here.” Meeting their puzzled looks, he steeled himself and added, “Clean up this blood quickly. If Young Master asks tomorrow, just say we didn’t follow his orders and left early.”

His colleagues understood. They nodded hastily and turned to flee as fast as they could.

In the training ground, Jiang Mi lay there like a limp puddle, her voice hoarse from crying, her face flushed and streaked with tears, occasionally twitching. As soon as she saw Cui Zi Xuan approach, she begged for mercy.

Even so, it wasn’t until the rooster crowed that Cui Zi Xuan carried her into the bathhouse. After drying Jiang Mi, he took out her clothes and dressed her piece by piece. Then, taking advantage of the early morning when everyone was asleep, he quietly took her back to another loft.

In the moments before Jiang Mi drifted into unconsciousness, she saw Cui Zi Xuan’s clear, bright gaze fixed on her in the darkness. Relieved, she fell asleep.