The Newlywed's Sweet Honey: Husband, Pamper Me to the Bone!-Chapter 8 Curiosity

My beauty.

My beautiful woman.

These words, spoken from the lips of a man, were especially alluring and enchanting.

Hearing him call her that, Mu Yiliang smiled calmly.

The first time they met, he had asked for her name, and that's how she had told him.

"Then, you can call me beauty," she had said with a sly smile, which was rewarded with a deeper kiss from him.

By calling her that now, he was clearly agreeing not to investigate her identity further.

"I don't mind if you come to me when you're unsatisfied," she said, offering a kiss as a reward. "And don't let your madam find out about your affair. As for Lady Mu, to be honest, I'm a little afraid of her."

Yan Sijue faintly curled his lips: "You don't need to worry about that."

"Why?" Mu Yiliang pressed against his lips, looking directly into his eyes. "Are you so confident that she won't find out? Or are you confident that even if she does, she won't care?"

Yan Sijue frowned slightly.

If that woman found out, what would happen? The man thought of his timid and ingratiating new wife, a trace of irritation passing through his heart.

That woman certainly wouldn't dare question him, but it was hard to say how much she would cry in private.

Their marriage was a formality, ideally, they would each do as they pleased. Yet, she had different intentions towards him...

Mu Yiliang gazed at him unblinkingly, trying to discern some clue from his eyes.

However, although Yan Sijue showed a hint of impatience, he still did not reveal any sign of disgust.

For some reason, Mu Yiliang felt a strange sensation in her heart.

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After returning home, she acted ordinary and inconspicuous in front of her parents; over time, even her parents showed displeasure towards her. But at this moment, the man who should have despised her the most hadn't shown such an expression at all.

Whether it was his superb acting or his true indifference, she couldn't help but admire this man.

Yan Sijue returned from his contemplation to find the woman in his arms looking at him with great interest.

He smiled slightly: "You seem very curious about my wife."

Mu Yiliang blinked: "Because she's your wife. Although every girl in the city dislikes her, thinking she's unworthy of you, they all envy her."

"And you? Do you envy her?" The man curved his lips.

"Of course not." Mu Yiliang shook her head with a smile, "From your impressive performance today, it's clear you didn't fulfill your duties as a husband last night. Although you're her husband in name, at this moment, you're with me. What is there for me to envy? To be honest, I even feel a bit sorry for Lady Mu."

Yan Sijue placed a finger on her lips: "By comparing yourself to her, it shows you still care."

"Care about what?" Mu Yiliang looked innocent.

The man didn't speak further, flipping her underneath him, his voice low and deep: "What do you think?"

...

Mu Yiliang woke from her sleep.

The night was deep, the room lit only by a dim lamp, with Yan Sijue's arm wrapped around her waist, still asleep. In the nighttime, this man with closed eyes shed all his aura; at this moment, he seemed to have an endearing tranquility and simplicity.

Tonight, she still hadn't managed to glean anything from him. His inner world was a mystery, refusing any entry.

Though she didn't love this man, she had to admit she was already drawn to him.

Everything about him intrigued her.