Chapter 431 - 132 Military Academy A Match Made in Heaven (Four more) _7
Can’t you take a good look at yourself in the mirror? Is your daughter worthy of Master Yan?
But aloud she said, "Qianqian is also seventeen or eighteen, isn’t she? About the same age as Master Yan. They do look well-matched."
Lady Lin immediately responded with a smile, "Really? That’s exactly what I think too."
The other distinguished ladies pursed their lips but refrained from disagreeing.
Lady He frowned and said, "That girl looks somewhat familiar, isn’t she your Yun Ya?"
Yun Shu’s smile faded slightly, "Is that so? I didn’t see clearly just now. If it was Yun Ya, how could she not greet me? So, you must be mistaken."
"Not at all, I’ve seen her at a banquet before, I couldn’t have mistaken her." As she muttered to herself, Yun Shu had already walked away.
The others hurried to keep up.
Lady He had a flash of insight and realized she was not mistaken. It was Yun Shu who didn’t wish to acknowledge it.
What a complicated web of relationships the Yun Family has woven.
Before parting, Lady Lin said to all the ladies, "On the 15th my Qianqian will have her eighteenth birthday celebration. All of you must come to show your support; I, Pan Yu, will surely welcome you with open arms."
The ladies readily agreed, and Lady Lin looked at Yun Shu, "Lady Yun, you must also come when the time comes."
Recently, the Lin’s had been collaborating with the Yun’s, which brought the two families closer.
Yun Shu’s complexion wasn’t good, and with a perfunctory nod, she left in her carriage.
Upon arriving home, she hurriedly ran to the mirror, took down her hair bun, and let her black hair cascade down. She frantically searched through her hair in the mirror.
One, two strands, her face twitched with each strand she found, plucking them out grimly. As she looked at the silver strands in her hand, she suddenly, fiercely swept all the cosmetics from her dressing table to the floor.
They crashed to the ground with a "clatter."
Aunt Li poked her head in from outside the door in alarm, "My lady... "
She had never seen such a loss of composure. She was quite startled.
Yun Shu turned around, her hair disheveled, eyes fierce, "Get out."
Aunt Li quickly closed the door.
Yun Shu bit her teeth and sat back down at the dressing table. She gently combed her long hair with a wooden comb, but the comb tangled with a clump of fallen hair, dry and frizzy, long lost its former glossy shine.
Yun Shu’s fingers trembled uncontrollably. Suddenly, she hurled the comb fiercely, smashing it into two pieces against the corner of the wall.
She clasped her head, as if there was something screaming inside it, buzzing and droning.
She couldn’t help but murmur softly, feeling as if ants were crawling inside her body, causing both itchiness and pain.
Having more endurance than most, she walked to the bedside, lay down, closed her eyes, and calmed her mind.
She didn’t know when she fell asleep, but she dreamed of the past, and when she awoke, her pillow was wet with tears.
She felt as though she had just been fished out of the water, weakly propped herself up, and got out of bed to draw a bath.
In front of a full bathtub, she slowly shed her clothes, stepping naked into the tub.
The warm water enveloped her body, and she couldn’t help but sigh.
She rested her head on the edge of the bathtub, her hands ceaselessly wandering over her body, occasionally letting out soft moans. To an outsider, this scene would be absolutely shocking.
Lady Yun, always so dignified and elegant, turned out to be this lewd in private.
She pressed a spot at the bottom of the bathtub, and suddenly a secret compartment popped out from the adjacent wall. Yun Shu reached in and took out an object.
It was a meticulously crafted, lifelike intimate device... Its thick head was enough to make one’s eyes pop and heart race.
At that moment, Yun Shu’s face, whether from the steam or something else, was exceptionally flushed, her eyes misty and seductive.
She brought the object to her mouth, licked it with her tongue, then chuckled softly before sending it downwards.
She threw back her head, looking at the ceiling, and suddenly let out a muffled moan. The tingling pleasure from her body outweighed the itching sensation in her heart, and her toes curled tightly.
Yun Shu had lived her whole life with only one man, and because of that one time, she became pregnant with Yun Shen and gave birth to him.
Apart from that, she never allowed any other man to touch her body.
Over the years, given her status and position, finding young and strong men wouldn’t be difficult, and even keeping a lover wouldn’t be an issue. What exactly she was clinging to, she couldn’t quite explain herself.
She was a woman, too, with normal needs...
Looking at the ceiling, her mind blank, gradually, a face came to mind.
She chuckled, yet tears slid down her cheeks, blending into the bathwater, becoming one with it.
Engrossed in her desire, Yun Shu didn’t hear the door being quietly cracked open, as someone slipped inside.
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Yun Ya stood beside Zhuang Xiyue, watching Yan Song enter the examination room.
Zhuang Xiyue patted her hand, "If you’re free this afternoon, come over to auntie’s place. I have a lot to talk to you about."
Yun Ya nodded obediently, "Okay."
She spent the afternoon at the Yan’s, where she felt nothing but warmth and happiness.
She and Yan Ke slouched on the couch watching TV. She wanted to watch an American drama, but Yan Ke insisted on watching Boonie Bears. Yun Ya couldn’t stand the children’s cartoon, "This is for three-year-olds, you’re already fifteen, you know?"
"So what if I’m fifteen? I love this show the most. Don’t you find Xiong Er adorably stupid? Poor Guang Tou Qiang is so unlucky too."
The two fought over the remote control in a playful tussle.
Ah Jiu lay on the living room carpet, the afternoon sun lazily streaming in, squinting its eyes, meowed softly, then slowly closed them.
"Already acting like my sister-in-law before you even are my sister-in-law," Yan Ke muttered, and Yun Ya quickly covered his mouth.
At this moment, Zhuang Xiyue emerged from the kitchen with washed grapes, and seeing their "intimate" postures, she nodded with a satisfied smile.
Relationships are cultivated from an early age, and though it was ten years late, it wasn’t too late to start now.
The two seemed to be a match made in heaven, a golden boy and a jade girl.
Zhuang Xiyue was proud of her thoughts.