TSWRLM -Chapter 90 Can This Be Called the Madam Taking the Initiative?

Shen Qingyuan was clearly intent on driving people out. No matter how shameless Mo Yunwan was, she couldn’t wait for Chun Xi to throw her out herself. She bit her lip, forced herself up, and, with Zhang Pozi’s help, walked out of the room.

However, she didn’t return to the Liang residence but instead rented another room at the station.

Once the room quieted down, Chun Xi had already put away her bandit-like posture and stood up. Seeing Shen Qingyuan still coldly frowning, she carefully asked, “Master, weren’t you supposed to inspect the dike and canals with Lord Liang today? Why are you back so quickly?”

A few days ago, he only returned to the station after dark.

Better not to ask—but now that she had, Shen Qingyuan shot her a sharp look.

He had received news of Shen Qingyu’s arrival as soon as he reached the dam. Worrying Chun Xi might be at a disadvantage, he rushed back to back her up. And what happened?

She not only let Mo Yunwan into the room, but she didn’t even react when her own belongings were thrown on the floor.

Is this how she behaved as Madam Shen?

For the first time, Shen Qingyuan was this fierce. Chun Xi realized the misunderstanding was serious. After a moment’s thought, she took a step forward and impulsively kissed him.

Shen Qingyuan was much taller than Chun Xi, so she had to stand on her tiptoes. Just one quick kiss, and she immediately pulled back.

Shen Qingyuan didn’t expect this at all. He froze, eyes wide, rare blankness filling his thoughts.

After a while, he finally found his voice: “I’m talking about serious matters—don’t you dare—”

Chun Xi, still on tiptoe, kissed him again.

There was a sweet, refreshing scent from earlier in the day. Her lips were soft.

Shen Qingyuan clenched his fist, speechless.

The previously cold atmosphere softened. Chun Xi began to explain: “I didn’t let her into the room. I went to wash Master’s dirty clothes and came back to find her here. The things on the floor were thrown by Zhang Pozi. I was about to deal with it when Third Young Master came in. By the time I finished with him, Master returned. I didn’t even get a chance to act, yet I got blamed. I’m more wronged than Dou E!”

By the end, her lips pressed down, displaying a look of grievance.

Before Shen Qingyuan could respond, she leaned closer again: “Master, I really care about your position and Madam Shen’s. Please don’t be angry, okay?”

So close, her breath brushed his face. Shen Qingyuan immediately recognized the scent—she had eaten green plums.

She smelled like ripe green plums, a fragrance that made the mouth water.

Shen Qingyuan swallowed unconsciously and was about to deepen the kiss when footsteps sounded outside the door.

Instinctively, he pulled Chun Xi into his arms and glared sharply toward the door.

Nearby, a clinic was within the station. The doctor checked Shen Qingyu, confirmed nothing serious, and prescribed a bottle of blood-activating, bruise-relieving medicinal wine.

Hearing Shen Qingyuan return to the station, Shen Qingyu rushed back to complain. But the moment he reached the doorway, he met his elder brother’s icy gaze.

That look wasn’t one of concern for a half-brother—it was like he wanted to carve him up.

Shen Qingyu shrank his neck, feeling a chill down his back. All the clever complaints he had prepared went unsaid. Finally, he weakly asked: “Brother… you’re back?”

Hearing this, Chun Xi lifted her head from Shen Qingyuan’s chest and tugged at his sleeve: “Master, Third Young Master just tried to hit me.”

“……!!!”

Shen Qingyu’s eyes widened. He wished he could gouge her eyes out with his gaze.

He had been beaten and hadn’t even complained yet, and this villainous woman had already reported him? Where was justice?

Infuriated, Shen Qingyu saw his brother’s expression growing colder and had no choice but to explain: “Brother, don’t listen to her lies. She was disrespectful to Madam first. I couldn’t stand it, so I said a few words. She kicked me—I just came back from the clinic!”

“Is that so?”

Shen Qingyuan questioned, seeming to believe two parts of his words. Shen Qingyu immediately stepped forward: “Of course it’s true! If you don’t believe me, Brother, I can take off my clothes for you—”

Unprepared, Shen Qingyu had just stepped in front of Shen Qingyuan when he was kicked flying again.

This kick was far stronger than Chun Xi’s. Shen Qingyu was sent out of the room, breaking the railing and falling to the first floor, losing consciousness.

“Third Young Master!!”

The attendant at the door was terrified, and Mo Yunwan, who had come to check, turned pale.

Previously, Shen Qingyuan had been distant and cold with his aunt and her family, but he never resorted to violence.

What had his aunt done in these years to ruin his relationships so completely?

Shen Qingyu was carried back to the clinic.

Seeing the broken railing, Chun Xi felt nervous and asked, “Master… no one was seriously hurt, right?”

Though she knew Shen Qingyuan and Shen Qingyu weren’t related by blood, Shen Qingyuan still bore the authority of the elder brother. If anything happened to Shen Qingyu, it would be like fratricide.

“Nothing. I have control. No one will die or be maimed.”

Shen Qingyuan answered lightly, and Chun Xi relaxed. She was about to discuss how to handle Mo Yunwan and Shen Qingyu in the future when Shen Qingyuan asked: “Did Madam just take the initiative to seduce her husband because of guilt?”

Eh?

The topic had shifted back to this again?

Chun Xi looked up and saw Shen Qingyuan’s eyes dark, dangerous, like the first time he had been drunk, grabbing her hand and asking if she wanted to try.

Her heart trembled. Recalling the enormous presence she had seen before, she quickly shook her head: “I wasn’t seducing, Master. I just thought you were too angry earlier and wanted to calm you down.”

“Then do you think I’m calm enough now?”

“Ah? I… I guess so… um!”

Before Chun Xi could finish, Shen Qingyuan stepped forward and kissed her.

Unlike the light, fleeting kisses before, this one was deep. He seemed intent on stealing all her breath, his large hand gripping the back of her head, not letting her move.

Mo Yunwan, standing at the door, saw this scene.

The man she remembered as cold and distant was now holding someone and kissing without end.

His large, clearly defined hand clutched the back of the other’s head, veins protruding, full of lust, aggressive beyond imagination. One couldn’t even imagine how forceful he would be in a bedroom.

Mo Yunwan’s face drained of color, and she instinctively stepped back. Shen Qingyuan suddenly looked up at her.

That gaze radiated desire, utterly dangerous.

Shen Qingyuan’s actions made it clear:

He was a man with normal desires, but only the person in his arms could awaken them. He had no interest in her.

If she dared overstep, he would not let her go.