Under his gentle guidance, his hardness slid into her yearning passage, rhythmically moving as their bodies intertwined, causing her to cry out uncontrollably.
Craving more, she clung to him, wrapping her legs around his waist, desiring deeper penetration to bring her madness and trembling, wanting him to help her forget everything. She indulged, moving her beautiful body passionately, pleasing herself and the man before her.
“My name is Ling Feng, and from now on, I’ll be your man!” After their encounter, he lay on top of her, speaking words filled with possessiveness.
Her fair face turned red, unable to discern if she was shy or embarrassed. She recognized her own fickleness after such passion.
Initially, she planned to escape to force Long Junhao to acknowledge her feelings. She never expected her willful escape would lead her to this emotional crossroads. How would she face Long Junhao in the future? Would they truly be separated?
Thinking of their intimacy now felt like a fleeting dream. The lover who was close yesterday was now far away, and tears dampened her pillow once again.
Not knowing how she fell asleep, Ling Feng awoke to find several people surrounding her bed, including a middle-aged stranger who handed her a note. He said, “Your wife is currently physically weak and emotionally unstable. She needs careful rest. It’s best to avoid intimacy. I’ve prescribed prenatal medication—one dose daily for a month to stabilize her condition.”
Ling Feng regarded the pale, beautiful woman beside him with a complex expression. She had surprised him by running away pregnant, and he wondered how the other man would react upon finding out.
Meanwhile, Lan Lan heard the doctor’s words and, after a moment of shock, fainted again, her final thought being: Heavens, what have I done to deserve such punishment?
At the Rui Wang Mansion, Lin Bo’s usual calm demeanor shook slightly. He knew he had failed to prevent the Wang Fei’s disappearance.
Long Junhao received the letter Lin Bo submitted and could hardly believe she would leave like this. His hands trembling, he carefully opened the letter, reading her words:
“My dear Junhao:
I’m leaving. I’m sorry, but I can’t bring myself to watch the man I love marry another woman. Even if she would be, as you say, like a non-existent person, her existence will always be a thorn in my heart.”
As the saying goes, love’s eyes can’t tolerate even a grain of sand. I want complete love and possession. Yet, after so long, you still don’t understand my heart. Watching another woman share you is like cutting my flesh. So, I choose to leave.
Forgive me for not staying with you. I’m gone. Take care of yourself! I will remember every day we spent together, filled with beautiful memories. Thank you for the happy days.
Don’t blame Xiaoyue. I sent her away. Serving a mistress like me is her misfortune. Blame me!
Perhaps one day we will meet again! Wish you happiness! Take care!
Lan’er
Long Junhao’s hand dropped weakly, a heart-wrenching pain attacking his entire body. In the past few days, he feared she might have something on her mind, but seeing her seemingly fine led him to think she understood his actions. Who knew she had been hiding her thoughts? Why didn’t she tell him? If he had known she was unwilling to accept, he would have never acted as he did.
His mind replayed her sweet laughter, her coquettish moments in his arms, and their loving scenes flashing before him. She had just left, disregarding him. In an instant, he had lost her, his worst fear becoming reality. Closing his eyes, tears flowed down his resolute face.
She was gone. How could he make amends?
Quickly, he regained his spirit. He couldn’t collapse; he had to find her at any cost!
Looking at Lin Bo and Xiao Yue kneeling below, he couldn’t bring himself to blame them. The real culprit was himself. Instead of explosive anger, sorrow filled his tone.
“Get up. Immediately summon Wind, Cloud, Thunder, and Lightning!” Long Junhao ordered Lin Bo.
“Yes.” Lin Bo immediately obeyed and went out to signal an emergency gathering of the dark hall.
Soon, Wind, Cloud, Thunder, Lightning, and other key officials from the capital gathered at the Rui Wang Mansion.
“Listen up. The Rui Wang Fei is missing. Long Feng, notify all city gates to implement an emergency search order. Others, notify the dark halls everywhere. Inform me immediately if her whereabouts are discovered. Those who find the Wang Fei will be heavily rewarded! Execute now!” He waved his hand and sat numbly in the chair, saying nothing more.
Long Feng looked at Long Junhao, feeling both pity and hatred. He believed no one was as heartbroken as Long Junhao, who was deeply in love but didn’t know how to express it. What was frustrating was that he had originally stepped back due to his better conditions, which had made things difficult for Lan Lan.
Long Feng sighed softly, wondering where she was now.
Was she suffering? The most urgent task was to find her. May heaven protect her and keep her safe.
[Text: Chapter Thirty-Six – Heartbroken for Love]
Days passed, and there was still no news of Lan Lan. Long Junhao’s heart sank.
The marriage was called off. When the Empress learned he had withdrawn from the Lin family’s marriage, she rushed to the Rui Wang Mansion in a rage. Upon seeing Long Junhao, she was stunned into silence.
Unshaven, with bloodshot eyes, he stared at her like a wild beast. After a moment, he gritted his teeth and said hatefully, “Are you satisfied now? Lan’er has left! But don’t be happy. Unless Lan’er returns, I will never marry again. My offspring will only be with her.”
Long Junhao then fell silent, not addressing his mother at all.
The Empress’s face turned ugly. Her son’s harsh words cut deep into her heart. Traditionally, men had multiple wives, but her Junhao had only ever had Lan Lan. Thinking of her lack of grandchildren, she had made what she thought was a wise decision.
Now she realized she had completely made a mistake. She had underestimated Lan Lan’s importance to her son.
Not only had things not gone as planned, but she had also dramatically fallen in her son’s esteem. Ignored by him, she was too sad to speak. Tears welled in her eyes as she softly said, “I’m sorry!” and left heartbroken, forgetting her original purpose.
“Master, please don’t torture yourself like this. The princess will come back,” Lin Bo said, trying to help him up. He had stayed by Long Junhao’s side day and night, not daring to leave, afraid something might happen.
Long Junhao raised his head, his handsome face lacking its previous sharpness and coldness, and his piercing eyes cloudy. He squinted at Lin Bo for a moment before bursting into laughter.
As he laughed, tears flowed down his face, his laughter uglier than crying.
The figure at the door made him stop laughing abruptly. Long Feng looked at this once-spirited man with a pitying gaze. He had previously envied Long Junhao’s power, wealth, and charming wife—things most people desired. Achieving any of these would be considered great happiness, yet Long Junhao had all three. But now, in this defeated state, he seemed pitiable.
Even a hero can’t overcome love’s challenge – what good is winning the world if he has lost her?
He remembered a song Lan Lan had taught him, now matching his master’s mood. He recalled her charming appearance when teaching him the song and her curious question: “What kind of deep love must the person singing this song have? I really want to know!”
[The song lyrics express themes of loss, longing, and the emptiness of winning the world without love.]
She touched her still flat abdomen, feeling the joy of becoming a mother. “Losing him, but gaining you; you are my heavenly reward. I will definitely protect you,” she smiled gently, radiating a mother’s love.
