Chapter 47

Chapter 47

He seemed just as startled by her sudden kiss. The instant Ji Wanyuan’s lips met his, she felt his stillness.

Seeing him like this, a flicker of smugness rose in Ji Wanyuan’s chest.

She’d always assumed he was unflappable—yet here he was, utterly taken aback.

But the moment she leaned in, a new problem emerged.

Wen Qiyan made no move—leaving her unsure what to do next. She wasn’t particularly skilled at kissing; nearly all intimacy between them had been initiated, directed, and dominated by him—he’d cling to her, press her down, and kiss her with relentless intensity.

If she pulled away now, all her efforts would be for nothing. So Ji Wanyuan steeled herself and pressed on, concealing her nerves.

She couldn’t match Wen Qiyan’s force, so she lingered at the edges of his lips, slowly sucking and kissing him, bit by bit.

Wen Qiyan lowered his gaze to watch her.

This bore little resemblance to a real kiss—just lips pressed together, Ji Wanyuan licking him like a curious cat.

After all the times he’d kissed her, she appeared to have forgotten everything, utterly unpracticed.

With such clumsy technique, how could she possibly find *him* lacking?

Yet even so, he felt his heart racing wildly—spurred solely by Ji Wanyuan’s proximity.

Her feline licks sent ripples through his chest.

Each light kiss, each gentle lick, made his pulse quicken. With every repetition, it accelerated further.

His heart fluttered, swelling with pleasure and delight at her bold initiative.

Yet he also knew: if he responded now, her clinging kiss would end instantly.

So, no matter how deeply she stirred him, he remained outwardly impassive.

Ji Wanyuan clung to his shoulders, kissing him gradually. She had no sense of how much time had passed—but Wen Qiyan still showed no sign of reciprocation.

A wave of discouragement washed over her. Was he truly unmoved? Earlier, she’d clearly glimpsed his desire—had she misread him? Or was he feigning indifference?

She couldn’t entirely dismiss the possibility—this man *did* possess formidable self-control.

Whether he was pretending or not, stopping now would render all her efforts futile.

So she resolved to deepen the kiss. But her soft, wet tongue was too small, too delicate—she simply couldn’t replicate the way Wen Qiyan had kissed her.

Neither prying open his lips nor pinching his cheeks to force his mouth open was within her reach.

With no other option, Ji Wanyuan reluctantly withdrew.

She met his deep, inscrutable eyes, her fair wrists still looped loosely around his neck, and coquettishly commanded,

“Open your mouth.”

He remained motionless, his gaze fixed on her full lips—slightly smudged from their kiss, though she remained blissfully unaware.

“Wen Qiyan—you… I *told* you to open your mouth!” Her tone grew even more spoiled and imperious than before.

Though she was practically begging him, lacking confidence, Eldest Miss Ji’s haughty air never wavered.

Inside, Ji Wanyuan felt profoundly uncertain. What if he refused?

She waited—yet after a long pause, Wen Qiyan still didn’t budge.

So Ji Wanyuan took matters into her own hands.

Lacking confidence, she used both hands to pinch his cheeks, forcing his lips apart in an almost comical “assault,” then plunged straight in.

The moment she succeeded, a spark of triumph flickered in Ji Wanyuan’s heart. She slipped inside, her soft, wet little tongue darting between his lips and teeth.

It was the first time Ji Wanyuan had ever engaged in such a deep, probing kiss—so immersed in the act itself and the process of extracting information that she failed entirely to notice the fleeting glint of interest in his eyes. She had no idea she’d already become the little fish, happily wagging her tail right onto the angler’s hook.

Once inside his mouth, Ji Wanyuan began to explore freely—like a curious infant, eager to discover every corner, gently sweeping over his lips and teeth, unknowingly leaving behind sparks with each touch.

Wen Qiyan had initially seen himself as the angler—subtly reeling her in, drawing Ji Wanyuan closer. But gradually, the roles reversed.

*He* was the one being hooked. Ji Wanyuan’s clumsy, wandering kisses ignited a restless heat throughout his body. He wanted her to deepen the kiss—but she ignored his silent plea.

Instead, she played—drifting aimlessly, kissing lightly, lingering nowhere for long.

Before long, Ji Wanyuan grew weary and finally broke away, pulling back.

Kissing wasn’t as exhausting as intercourse—but it was still taxing. After just a little longer, her breath came in shallow, uneven gasps.

Moreover, the height difference between them was significant. Even seated on his lap, if he refused to lower his head, she could only cling to his neck to reach him.

Ji Wanyuan thought the kiss had been quite proper—not overly deep. Yet who could have predicted that, upon parting, a silvery thread—like lotus roots stretching—would form between them?

Ji Wanyuan: “…”

Even after breaking the kiss and drawing back, her hands remained loosely looped around his neck as she panted softly.

Wen Qiyan looked down at her flushed face and full lips—now glistening with moisture beyond the earlier smudging, a luminous sheen left by their kiss.

“Is Eldest Miss Ji employing a beauty stratagem on me?”

Hearing that, Ji Wanyuan couldn’t help curling her lip inwardly.

Today, this man’s temper was truly something. It had been just a few sharp words exchanged in the flower hall—hardly even a quarrel, merely raised voices. She’d already taken the initiative to come “soothe” him, brought him delicious food, and promised to keep her distance from Wen Yunqin.

What, then, was he sulking about? He didn’t even know how to step down when given the chance.

“A beauty stratagem?” Ji Wanyuan repeated, grinning playfully. “Do I even *count* as a beauty? Is His Excellency the Censor-in-Chief enjoying it?”

Wen Qiyan studied her face—fair, delicate skin; exquisite features; every smile and frown captivating. If Ji Wanyuan wasn’t a beauty, then where in the capital *was* one?

Even during the years he’d despised her most, he’d never considered her ugly or plain—only a woman with a pretty face and little else.

“Why are you staring at me without saying anything?”

“Earlier… did my kiss please you?” She asked shamelessly.

Fortunately, Wen Qiyan’s study had always been strictly off-limits—even his closest confidants couldn’t enter freely. She wasn’t worried anyone would overhear such a question.

“What do you think?” He tossed the question back to her.

Ji Wanyuan held his gaze for a few moments—his eyes were so deep, she feared she might drown in them. So she deliberately shifted her gaze downward, lowered one hand, and lightly tapped his lips with her slender index finger.

"If you don't say anything, how am I supposed to know if you're enjoying this..." she grumbled to herself, her tone tinged with a hint of complaint.

From the sound of Wen Qiyan's voice, he probably wasn't that angry anymore, right?

When she first entered the study, Wen Qiyan had been subtly needling her—did he think she hadn't noticed? Although they hadn't completely cleared the air, Ji Wanyuan could sense a slight softening in his words.

"I think he must be pleased." Otherwise, why would he stay perfectly still, just letting her kiss him?

Moreover, sitting on Wen Qiyan's lap, how could she not notice his arousal?

Thinking this to herself, even if she tried to hide the smug look in her eyes, how could Wen Qiyan possibly miss it?

She thought she had it in the bag, but to her surprise, the man actually ordered her off his lap.

Thinking she must have misheard, Ji Wanyuan stammered, "W-What did you say?"

"If Eldest Miss Ji has had enough sitting and playing around, then get down," Wen Qiyan repeated coldly.

The hand that had been loosely wrapped around her waist after she pulled it over was now withdrawn.

He remained composed and unruffled. Even with clear signs of arousal, his face stayed stern and cold as he continued going over his paperwork.

Ji Wanyuan, "...?"

Is he pretending? Putting on such a good act?

And telling her to get down!?

Even if she were to get down, it certainly wouldn't be now. If she really got down, wouldn't all her efforts—and that kiss—be for nothing?

She refused to believe it!

Frustration welled up inside her, and she got a little defiant. She grabbed the man's wrist—the one holding the brush—snatched it from his hand, and tossed it aside!

Then she placed his hand over the curve of her breast.

She remembered Wen Qiyan loved this part of her, often touching, kissing it, unable to get enough.

After placing his hand there, the man didn't move.

Ji Wanyuan felt a twinge of embarrassment, but she really couldn't afford to care about that now. Since she had already come this far, she was determined to coax some information out of him today.

Just that one sentence—telling her father to be more cautious in everything—without specifying what exactly, wouldn't be enough for her to report back home.

Anyway, she had already been intimate with Wen Qiyan so many times; one more time wouldn't make a difference.

As long as it could help her father, help the Ji family.

She didn't mind. She didn't care.

Wen Qiyan was more relaxed in bed than usual; she needed to give him a little more encouragement.

So Ji Wanyuan lowered her gaze.

Guiding his hand over the area above her heart, she began to rub it against her.

Leading Wen Qiyan's hand, yet unable to control the pressure well herself, she used too much force at the start and couldn't help but let out a soft moan.

The man's expression remained cold, but his eyelashes fluttered slightly, and his gaze grew even darker than before.

Ji Wanyuan couldn't help but mock him inwardly—what a pretentious bastard—yet her actions didn't stop.

Because she was actively guiding him, a blush spread across her cheeks, but she remained focused and earnest. Her actions were downright lewd, yet he found her utterly adorable.

When Ji Wanyuan grew nervous, her natural fragrance would become more intense. A faint sheen of sweat appeared on her swan-like neck, glistening delicately under the soft light.

He caught the subtle, natural scent of Ji Wanyuan.

Her cloak had long been removed, and the front of her robe was already disheveled.

She was actually using his wrist to fondle herself.

Ji Wanyuan was so clueless, unable to see through his game of playing hard to get. She truly was blinded by her own concerns.

Ji Wanyuan felt herself becoming somewhat aroused as well, because Wen Qiyan's hands were so elegantly shaped with distinct knuckles—his fingers long and slender, almost too perfect to look at. Visually, they were so captivating they stirred her heart, so she felt a flicker of desire.

But even though she was aroused, the man remained unmoved, his expression dark and cold.

Was he really that bothered?

His eyes were already smoldering, yet he remained completely still. How infuriating.

Ji Wanyuan escalated further, guiding the man's hand through the opening of her robe to touch her directly.

The man's palm was warm, and Ji Wanyuan couldn't help but press her lips together.

He didn't move, didn't resist, but didn't advance further either.

What else could Ji Wanyuan do? She could only continue guiding his movements.

She led the man onward.

Wen Qiyan watched her brazen behavior, astonished by Ji Wanyuan's boldness, angered by how far she was willing to go for the Ji family, yet on the other hand, he couldn't help but be drawn to her.

This was one of the rare times Ji Wanyuan took the initiative.

And to such an extent.

Soon, her next move came. She knelt up on his lap, straightening her body, and then brought herself directly to the man's lips.

Now she was the one looking down at him. "Wen Qiyan, kiss me."

Eldest Miss Ji was giving orders.

The man gazed at the tender spring snow before him, unmoving for a moment.

Ji Wanyuan didn't have that much patience.

She directly pinched the man's cheeks with both hands, forcing his thin lips to part, and then made him kiss her.

"Wen Qiyan, kiss me," she commanded again.

"Are you even a man? Even like this... you won't kiss me?"

Not only was she giving orders, but she also started using provocation, saying harsh things.

Just as Ji Wanyuan was about to take a desperate risk, planning to bring up Wen Yunqin or the people from Youxianju to test the waters, she noticed Wen Qiyan finally began to move.

However, his kiss was extremely restrained. If one only observed the man's actions, it seemed as though he was forcing himself.

Ji Wanyuan hadn't expected that even at this point, Wen Qiyan could still be so unmoved.

Was it still possible to lead Wen Qiyan to the inner chamber now?

No.

Not to mention she currently couldn't gauge his intentions, even if she could, Mrs. Wen and Lord Wen would be hard to explain to.

She was, after all, just back with Wen Qiyan. In broad daylight, and having just finished breakfast, if the two of them went to the inner chamber, it would cause gossip.

But she still hadn't managed to extract any information.

He seemed quite angry because of Wen Yunqin's matter.

She'd even allowed him to kiss her, and he was still like this.

It seemed that not going all the way was completely out of the question.

After much thought, Ji Wanyuan recalled the previous time he had switched their positions.

That way seemed possible now.

She was going all out!

Ji Wanyuan carefully minded her belly. She felt kneeling on the man's lap was uncomfortable, so she parted her legs and settled astride him.

Suddenly separated from the kiss, the man instinctively sought her lips.

Ji Wanyuan was busy lowering her head to steady herself and didn't notice the telltale sign of his eagerness.

She pushed aside his robe.

Wen Qiyan caught her wrist. "What are you doing?"

Hearing the hoarseness in his voice, Ji Wanyuan inwardly scoffed.

She looked up at him. "Don't you want to?"

This wasn't a question, because she had already discerned his desire.

He clearly wanted to.

Her tone was knowingly probing, tinged with a hint of playful malice.

"Didn't you say you were pregnant and couldn't have sex?"

He didn't release her wrist, still holding it, preventing her next move.

"Once in a while is fine."

"Last time we did this, my wife scolded me for being a beast. Now you want to do this, what are you up to?"

Ji Wanyuan, "..."

So annoying.

Did Wen Qiyan usually talk this much?

"You... it's been days since we last had sex, don't you want it?"

It had been a while since the time before that.

That time, they didn't go all the way either; Wen Qiyan had only kissed her... and that was all.

"If you're not going to be clear, this feels wrong."

"What's holding you back?"

The more Wen Qiyan resisted, the more determined she was to succeed.

He was even starting to resist and be hesitant to have sex with her, being so cautious. At this moment, Ji Wanyuan grew increasingly suspicious that when Wen's father called Wen Qiyan to the South Study, he must have said something serious!

She absolutely had to have sex with him to extract information.

She stopped arguing with him and simply acted. "I can feel that you really want me, Wen Qiyan."

"Since you want me, why are you still holding back?"

She had become cleverer, her words sharper now.

Though his grip on her wrist seemed tight, she could still move freely. This was enough to reveal a flaw, but Ji Wanyuan, desperate for a remedy, completely failed to notice his game.

He didn't speak, because his vulnerability was in her hands, truly at her mercy. On one hand, he had to pretend not to let her see through him; on the other, waves of intense pleasure kept surging up—the feeling was truly indescribable.

"They say the gentle blade cuts deepest, most fatal. If my wife wants to scheme against me, you might as well speak plainly."

She would like to speak plainly, but if she said it, would he come clean?

"I want to have sex with you."

She leaned in, resting against the man's chest, and imitating what was described in the storybooks, she breathed softly, her breath warm against his ear.

"Wen Qiyan..." She called his name and kissed his thin lips again.

"..."

Fortunately, she wasn't usually too foolish and knew a few things.

So she followed suit.

She got the steps right, but Ji Wanyuan still underestimated the sensitivity of her own body.

Wen Qiyan drew in a sharp breath, his voice low and hoarse. "Can you slow down?"

Was she trying to completely break him? Or render him useless?

Hearing this, Ji Wanyuan couldn't help but twitch the corner of her mouth.

"What are you saying?"

In the past, it was always her who said this, telling him to slow down and be gentler. Now the tables had turned.

"I'm telling you to slow down. Is there anyone as reckless as you?"

Ji Wanyuan, "...?"

He was laying it on thicker and thicker, as if she were forcing him. But she knew his body's reactions better than anyone.

"I'm so tired..." She hooked her arms around his neck, complaining her waist was sore and telling him to support her.

"Can't take it anymore?" the man sneered. "You brought this on yourself, now I have to finish this."

Listen to this man's tone... anyone who didn't know better would think she had done something terrible to him.

Since they were making up right now, she couldn't afford to argue.

Ji Wanyuan swallowed her anger, burying her face in the man's shoulder, her voice soft and wheedling. "Move a little, won't you, Wen Qiyan?"

"If you don't move or hold me, I'm going to fall."

"You might not care if I get hurt, but you should at least care about your son, right?"

Hearing this, the man couldn't help but frown. "How do you know it's a son?"

_How did she know he didn't care about her?_

Ji Wanyuan's heart skipped a beat—she had slipped up.

She was thinking of how to smooth things over.

In her nervousness, her body suddenly tightened, causing Wen Qiyan to hiss again. Ji Wanyuan's tears welled up, hanging on her lashes, ready to fall at any moment.

Clutching the man's shoulders, she looked utterly delicate.

"I... I just guessed, okay? Wen Qiyan, don't be so mean."

"You sounded very certain."

He finally moved, lightly supporting her waist to keep her still, then shifted slightly.

Ji Wanyuan felt as if she had been split apart.

The sensation was indescribable. Tears rolled down, streaking her flushed cheeks as she complained about his roughness.

"Wen Qiyan, you're one to talk, but aren't you the same?"

He told her to slow down, but did he slow down himself?

Shameless.

It's one rule for you and another for everyone else.

Hearing her delicate, complaining tone, the man couldn't help but smirk. But Ji Wanyuan, clinging to his neck and hanging onto him, couldn't see his expression. She only heard his icy voice.

"Who asked me to move?" he argued with her.

Ji Wanyuan couldn't argue back, feeling uncomfortable and unaccustomed. She snorted and fell silent.

Wen Qiyan did slow down a bit, accommodating her all along.

But she was truly too delicate. Even though he was being considerate, she still whimpered and complained, saying he was doing this wrong and that wrong, asking if he was doing it on purpose.

If he argued, they might end up quarreling.

So he changed the subject, asking why she was so certain it was a son. Couldn't it be a daughter?

Ji Wanyuan's head was spinning at this moment. She felt... indescribable—not pain, but...

As she thought about it, her mind went blank again, and she could only sniffle and cry weakly.

"Do you prefer sons?" he asked again.

Ji Wanyuan found him annoying, but she couldn't brush it off, fearing he would grow suspicious.

"I... I don't prefer sons." After thinking for a while, that was all she could say.

"If you prefer daughters, why did you say it was a son?"

At first, he only found it a bit odd, but now, hearing her say that, it felt even stranger.

Ji Wanyuan's heart raced. She couldn't possibly tell Wen Qiyan about those romance stories she read.

So she fumbled for an excuse. "I... I heard from your mother that she wants a grandson to carry on the family line. She hopes it's a son, so I thought it must be a son too."

Wen Qiyan dug his fingers into her waist, repeating her words.

"Your mother?"

Ji Wanyuan quickly corrected herself. "My mother, your mother is also my mother, ah—"

"Wen Qiyan, can you stop deliberately messing with me?" she snapped, biting him.

Because he suddenly pulled her down, plunging her into the depths in an instant.

Ji Wanyuan sobbed loudly.

"Wasn't this what you wanted? You said you wanted to be intimate with me."

"You got your wish, and now you're crying?"

She sniffled. "Not like this."

"If not like this, then how?" The man pinched her waist. "Eldest Miss Ji has so many demands."

"You...!"

She really wanted to curse, but she couldn't waste this intimate moment—she had to coax him.

"I don't care, I want you to be gentler." She was both domineering and pitiful.

Wen Qiyan lifted her up, moved her, and placed her on the desk.

Once she was settled, he parted her knees but didn't enter directly.

Instead, he asked, "Ji Wanyuan, do you still want it?"

She nodded tearfully, reluctantly agreeing.

"Do you want me, or do you want Qin?"