Chapter 180: Chapter 122: Coming to Collect Interest

The three sisters-in-law returned to the Shen Family, and Zou was in high spirits, finally venting the frustration accumulated over many years of being belittled by Cheng Caiyun.

“Seeing Cheng Caiyun being humiliated today was truly satisfying,” Zou said.

“I think that Cheng Caiyun has always been arrogant, being the legitimate daughter of the Eldest Princess, always holding a high position.

She has never been slapped in the face in front of so many people, and forced to apologize publicly, losing such great face, I fear she will not let this go easily,” Yang reminded anxiously.

Zou heard her sister-in-law’s words, recalling Cheng Caiyun’s extremely noble status, which was the reason for her years of enduring silently, and she couldn’t help but worry about future retribution at this moment.

Zou nodded, “Sister-in-law is right, what if she seeks revenge?”

“Sister-in-law, Fifth Sister-in-law, being kind often leads to being bullied, being meek often leads to being taken advantage of, if we don’t fight back, she will only become more aggressive.

If she dares to stir up trouble again, I will surely make her suffer the consequences, such people are unnecessary,” Shen Ruoxi said firmly and coldly.

Shen Ruoxi’s words were powerful and reasonable, and Yang and Zou nodded in agreement.

Yang, with her age and experience, continued to remind, “Though one should not harbor intentions to harm others, it’s wise to guard against potential harm, it’s better to remain cautious.”

Shen Ruoxi and Zou listened and slightly nodded, indicating their agreement.

The night was as cool as water, moonlight spilled like gauze through the ornate window panes, softly onto the courtyard’s bluestone slabs.

Jun Moling, as usual, smoothly snuck into Shaohua Courtyard, gently rapping on the window of Shen Ruoxi’s room.

Shen Ruoxi had just finished bathing, her black hair cascading like a waterfall over her shoulders, preparing to rest, when she suddenly heard the tapping sound, her brow furrowing slightly.

“The mighty Prince Zhan, could it be you’ve become addicted to climbing walls?”

Muttering to herself, she walked to the window, lowered her voice and said, “Prince, I have already gone to bed, please return to your mansion.”

The person outside chuckled softly, clearly pleased she was able to immediately guess it was him.

He responded in a similarly low voice, “Open the window and let me in, I don’t mind drawing all your family’s guards over.”

Shen Ruoxi was amused by his words, the mighty Prince resorting to roguery.

She could imagine how the guards would handle him if they came.

Chuntao and the others were her trusted followers, willing to fight desperately for her, yet that night they watched him enter her room without daring to hinder.

Helplessly, she resigned herself and opened the window.

Jun Moling leapt inside, swiftly closing the window, as he pinned Shen Ruoxi against the wall.

Shen Ruoxi nearly gasped aloud, feeling the coolness of the wall on her back, her bright, captivating eyes staring at him, her voice cold, “Prince, what are you doing?”

Jun Moling’s eyes grew brighter, like bottomless pools, one hand supported beside her, trapping her firmly in his embrace.

“Collecting interest,” his voice deep and magnetic, in the silent night, sounding even more ambiguous.

As soon as the words fell, Jun Moling bent down swiftly, his fervent kisses descending like a storm.

His kisses were urgent and intense, as if harboring infinite desire, intending to fully merge her into his very being.

The man’s refreshing scent enveloped the woman, the cold lotus fragrance continuously drifting to her nose, his lips applying grinding pressure, with a deeply tender and unending fondness.

Shen Ruoxi’s eyes widened instantly, her heart raced, her head became somewhat dizzy, instinctively struggling.

However, under his overly fervent assault, her resistance gradually crumbled, her delicate body growing limp, her hands unconsciously encircle his neck, surrendering to his heated kiss.

As if time stood still at that moment, or perhaps it had passed for a long time, Jun Moling reluctantly released her.

His gaze profound as a deep pool, tightly locking onto her, the blazing emotions within seemed to reignite her.

Shen Ruoxi’s face flushed red, she punched him lightly, “Let go of me.”

The next moment, feeling her body lighten, she found herself hoisted and held.

Startled by the sudden imbalance, she instinctively clung to his neck.

Jun Moling chuckled smugly, steadily walking to the bed, carefully placing her down.

At this moment, Shen Ruoxi’s face was completely flushed with embarrassment. She glared at him fiercely and said sulkily, “Since when did the Prince become a thief stealing fragrance and jade?”

He chuckled softly, slowly sitting by her bedside, his mood extremely joyful and his voice growing more tender, “I’ve merely done what was agreed upon during the day, and you did promise that it could be done when no one was around at night.”

Shen Ruoxi felt both angry and annoyed. When did she promise him that?

Nonetheless, she blamed herself more for it. How could a single kiss from him make her melt like ice meeting the spring sun, truly lacking self-control, which allowed him to succeed.

“If the Prince has nothing else, I am really tired and want to sleep,” Shen Ruoxi said grumpily as she burrowed into her quilt.

Jun Moling held back his laughter, his mood as clear as a cloudless sky.

He intentionally said very seriously, “When I think about it carefully, it seems that what I asked for is far from enough.”

Upon hearing this, Shen Ruoxi hurriedly covered her mouth, annoyed that he wouldn’t let it go.

Seeing him continuously staring at her with a smile, Shen Ruoxi quickly released her hand from her mouth, glaring at him in displeasure, “What nonsense is the Prince saying! If you don’t leave, I’ll take action.”

Jun Moling knew she was thin-skinned, so he squeezed himself closer to Shen Ruoxi, a playful smile tugging at the corner of his lips, “I resolved the conflict between your sisters-in-law, and you haven’t even said thank you to me. Can you not allow me some perks?”

Shen Ruoxi suppressed her shame and anger, coolly saying, “Consider my thanks said to the Prince just now. Can the Prince leave now?”

Jun Moling, however, did not intend to stop, his gaze deep and intense, slowly starting, “The night before last…”

He deliberately paused, his deep black eyes holding a meaningful smile as they stayed fixated on her.

Shen Ruoxi’s heart skipped a beat. She drank too much the night before last; she remembered he came, but recalled nothing of what she said.

Her initial plan to ignore the incident completely fell apart; he had come to find her unexpectedly.

“If the Prince climbs over the wall again at night, I will definitely call for someone!” Shen Ruoxi said in exasperation.

She knew she behaved poorly when drunk. She remembered being a mischievous child, stealing her master’s fruit wine. Just two or three sips and she was intoxicated beyond measure.

Back then, she spun around the courtyard, giggling foolishly at her senior brothers and sisters, dragging them to chat nonstop with every word flying out.

Eventually, it was her master who fed her the hangover prevention pill and pointed her sleeping acupoint that finally quieted her down.

Like the night before last, it seemed Jun Moling had been taking care of her the entire time; she dared not think further.

Jun Moling merely smiled lightly, exuding confidence and composure, “You can call them now. I’m curious to see, while I’m here, who dares to move me even an inch? If the sisters-in-law know, maybe they’ll lock the door for us and not let me leave.”

“You…”

Shen Ruoxi furiously reached out to push him.

At this moment, her heart was in complete chaos, truly fearing that she had accidentally said something she shouldn’t have that night, which would be utterly humiliating.

But Jun Moling wouldn’t let her off the hook, provoking her with his every word, “Afraid I’ll repeat what you said that night?”

Shen Ruoxi bit her lip, “I was drunk that night; what I said cannot be taken seriously!”

Jun Moling’s mouth quirked, his eyes deeply locked onto her, his voice low and alluring, “Ruoxi, you said you like me.”

Hearing these words, Shen Ruoxi’s heartbeat quickened even more, her hand instinctively clenching tightly.

She couldn’t let him know she liked him, because after all, his heart had yet to completely let go of the past.

He’s burdened with responsibility and feels guilty towards her, plus she once saved his life.

If he knew about her feelings, maybe he would indeed bind his life due to responsibility.

She couldn’t be selfish; she mustn’t let such a thing happen. Between them, they could only take what they needed from each other, maintaining the proper distance.

Shen Ruoxi pretended to be calm, and said lightly, “I’m nineteen this year, which in others’ eyes is considered an old maid.

The Prince is so good looking, which woman wouldn’t like you? But how long do you think such liking can last?

The Prince is already twenty-five now; in another decade, beauty fades—can you still look as good as you do now?

Moreover, when people are drunk, their blood rushes, making it easier to be seduced by beauty. With that, the Prince shouldn’t believe.”

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