Chapter 5 chapter Five

Aya clenched her fists and pounded the bed again and again.She didn't mean to let this happen!She didn't try to kill Fulan as everyone thought, she just wanted Fulan to sneeze violently, how could she know that Fulan would almost stop breathing because of this?Even Todd gave her a reproachful look. And that guy named Meng!Aya fell back on the bed, her hands spread out.He had liked her a lot, she was sure of that.Not because of her father's money, but because of who she likes her. But now, he could only see Fulan and those carriages.After what happened that morning, Aya had been in the room collecting paints and brushes.Maybe she should say goodbye to the people who guarded this beautiful prison, but her father changed people so often that she didn't know anyone except Todd and Fran.

For a moment, tears welled in her eyes, but she forced them back with willpower.No one in the world understood how she felt, after all, who could sympathize with the richest woman in England?Even when she cried as a child, a gardener said to her, "Dry your tears with gold." Everyone was here because of the money, and all she knew were people her father hired. She has long noticed the shift in people's eyes when they hear her name.There were many times when young men came here and didn't know who she was, some would scan her figure thoughtfully, others would ignore her.But when they learned that she was the heir of the Mei family, everyone's eyes changed.Interested glances turned flattering; disinterested glances became wary—without exception, and sometimes people were rude to her to show they didn't care.When she was younger, some of the people she had just met said they wouldn't stand her bullying, as if everyone thought she was a monster.There was a teacher who always liked to say to her, "Your father's money won't let you—"

"My father's money will not set me free," Aya said aloud. "It won't let me have a normal marriage either." She swallowed hard her tears.If a father would imprison his only daughter and use her mystique to increase her value, he would never waste her on a strong and healthy husband.She wasn't sure what was wrong with Bouguer, but she knew there was something wrong with him.Every time she asked her father's men what kind of person her fiancé was, the other party always avoided looking.She guessed that Bouguer might be crazy...or evil...or sick--or all three!Whoever he was, his father was willing to pay Mayboken a lot of money to marry the May heir—in the hope, of course, that when Mayboken died, his daughter would inherit everything from him.

Of course, Aiya knew her father better than anyone.She wasn't surprised to hear that her father had sold everything and buried all the proceeds where no one else could find it.Maybe he couldn't take them with him when he died, but he could prevent others from taking them.Aiya knows better than anyone how much he likes to keep his possessions under lock and key. Tomorrow, she will embark on the biggest adventure of her life.She dared not imagine that after marrying Boqueg, her life would be freer than before.Her father at least let her learn to paint, what if her husband (or her father-in-law) thinks that women can only be female celebrities and pray?

"Ah..." Aya yelled, pounding the bed hard again.So far, she has done well, and she doesn't have to be the heir of the Mei family for the time being.Well, on the last day of my stay here, the people were glad not to have to open the door for her; the cook chased her out of the kitchen, and a servant yelled at her to get out of the way.Yeah, they were all happy to pretend that Aya was a "normal" person. However, Aya felt that she was very ordinary. "As common as weeds in the garden," Fran said when they were children. "And just as strong!" Aya immediately retorted, and pushed Fulan down on the freshly fertilized flower bed.

"Normal," Aya said aloud now. "But not free!" So, Aya thought to herself, what would ordinary people do now?Apologize to Meng Jieming?Aya's immediate reaction to that thought was: I'd rather eat shit! Thinking of his expression looking at the beautiful Fulan, Aya's nails dug into her hand.Yesterday he looked at her with great interest, but today he prostrates himself under Duojin's Fulan's skirt. As for what he did next, Aya refused to think about it.Maybe the snickering going up and down the room had something to do with why she'd been hiding in...well, in the room all day.

"Damn him!" Aya exclaimed.Without even asking, he concluded that she was jealous, malicious, and...and intent on killing! Tears rolled back into her eyes, but she forced herself to sit up and swallow them back.There is a plaque in front of her eyes, which reads: "seize this day".That's her motto: Take all that you can get each day.Bask in the sun, grab the pie from the windowsill, steal a kiss (if you can); stay up all night and don't worry about what to do next day.Todd said such a motto would get her into trouble sooner or later, but Aya laughed and said, "I hope so, then I won't be bored."

Trouble is exactly what I want, Aya thought to herself, then chuckled at the thought. "I should show up at the door of Bao's house with a big belly, and then the engagement will be broken," Aya stopped smiling and made a grimace. "Or at least save me from having crazy kids." She suddenly realized that it was getting dark outside, but no one came in to light candles for her.Frowning, she jumped out of bed, straightened her clothes, combed her hair, and when she was about to leave the room, she turned impulsively and took away the hat that was on the wooden shelf in front of the table.It was her mother's only relic: dark blue silk embroidered with strange flowers of all kinds.

It was cool outside, and the air was fragrant with the budding fruit trees.Even if she doesn't miss anyone here, she will miss her garden, Aya thought as she ran, pinning her mother's hat on.The garden was deserted as most of the people were having dinner inside. Walking along the northern wall, Aya noticed that a few spikes were missing from the top of the wall.As she made a mental note to ask someone to fix it, she saw several notches on the branches of the oak sticking out of the wall: Aya was puzzled for a while, wondering what the gardener had done to leave it there nick. "So he came in like that!" Aya said suddenly, and then looked around to see if anyone heard her.There was no one around, so he must have put a rope around the branch and climbed over the wall.Once you know how, things are easy.

Aya picked up her skirt without hesitation, and ran to the warehouse closest to the garden to get the rope.Fifteen minutes later, she was outside the wall. Aya first leaned her back against the brick wall and looked around. Although the sky was getting dark, she could still see the stretching fields and houses.She saw strangers—people not hired by her father—walking down the path.Her heart was beating so hard that she almost wanted to grab the rope and climb back to the safety of the wall. But her fear quickly turned to curiosity when she heard voices in the corner to the left.She tiptoed slowly toward the sound, and saw three tents there.

"Put some sugar down his throat, it might soften his temper," Aya heard a man say.She poked her head and saw that they were two of Meng Jieming's subordinates, and she immediately fell to the ground. Who are they talking about?Aya thought, whose temper needs to be milder?Could it be her?No, the man said "he". "I don't know what it is that upsets him," said the second man, his voice was pleasant and he sounded older. "It can't be the heir. She is so beautiful and has a good temper. No wonder her father hid her." Aya's fingers pinched the rough bricks. "I think it's another woman who's upset him," said the second man. The first man snorted. "That beautiful little girl, her breasts are indeed coveted by men, but what man can stand her bad temper? Ah, he's back, flash!" Aya's eyes widened.Breasts that men covet?Does that mean her?Is she "the other woman"?She looked down at herself as if it was the first time she was looking at her own breasts.It was indeed uncomfortable for her to sleep on her stomach, but she had never compared her size with other women. It was completely dark, but Aya's eyes had adjusted.She saw the skinny boy her father had hired slip out of one of the tents and hurry down the path leading to the village.After a while, she saw Meng Jieming leave the tent and plunge into the darkness. Driven by curiosity, Aya quickly and quietly ran into the tent. What does this man's sleeping place look like?Only one candle was lit in the tent, which was disappointingly empty: a fold-out table, a camp chair and a crude bed.His clothes were on top of a large leather trunk, and Aya couldn't help touching the delicate velvet and satin.She knew that the rewards her father paid to others would never be rich enough to buy such nice clothes, so she suddenly thought: This dress is used to court the heir of the Mei family! Aya dropped the velvet sleeve in disgust, and then she heard a voice—"He's back!" Aya immediately blew out the candle. "Who's there?" he asked threateningly, and Aya could see he was holding a sword. Will he kill me for trespassing?Aya swallowed. "It's me," she said, her voice full of fear. "Oh," he said listlessly, "undress and lie down, and I'll be right over." Aya's jaw almost dropped to the ground, who did he think she was? Frowning in the dark, he said, "You are the girl Xiao Shi found, right?" He drank alcohol and couldn't concentrate. "Yes... yes..." Aya replied hesitantly, it was better to be that girl than the girl who made him angry this morning. "Very well! Take off your clothes and light the candles, and I'll see what I've paid for." Now Aya understood.God!Pay, he thought she was— "Light the candle!" he roared. "No!" Aya yelled, but then got herself under control. "No candles." "Why can't you light a candle?" Aya racked her brains. "Because... I'm ugly, I've had smallpox, and I'm really ugly." Aya sensed his disgust. "But," she said teasingly (or at least she hoped). "People say my breasts are coveted by men." That statement made Jemin laugh. "I'll have to see it for myself, won't I?" he said, walking towards her. What should we do now?Aya thought to herself, revealing her identity?He dared to beat her in front of everyone, so what would he do to her in private?God!What would he do if he didn't reveal his identity? Seize this day, she thought suddenly, Seize this day. He stood in front of her, but it was too dark in the tent, she only felt his presence, but couldn't see him.She smelled him, soft and masculine, and - she was slightly shocked to find out - he was very drunk. "What's wrong?" His tone seemed to be expecting her to do something. But what to do?Aya thought to herself, stripping off all her clothes, and... "I'm a virgin, sir." "what are you?" "I'm a virgin, anyway, that's the role I'm good at playing." Aya felt his frown, and she reached out and stroked his firm chest with her fingertips. "You must like to touch a virgin, and a virgin with breasts that men covet." He hesitated, then said softly, "That's right." The way he said it made Aya's heart skip a beat, and now she could go back to her room and experience how the man really wanted her. But as she walked forward, Jemin did something very unusual: He reached up and stroked her left breast.Aya was too shocked to speak, and he leaned down to kiss her half-open mouth. His kiss was tender, and when he was about to leave her lips, her body leaned forward; "You're a brilliant actor," he murmured, one hand still on her chest, the other from the Her neck slowly moved to her cheeks. "I suppose you'd say you've never kissed." "I've never kissed before, will you teach me?" Jamin didn't answer, just continued to kiss her. How wonderful it feels to be touched!Aya thought to herself that her father never allowed anyone (male or female) to touch her because the heir had to be healthy, and only Todd had privately patted her hand or touched her cheek with his fingertips. Aya couldn't help kissing his palm, and when he leaned against him, he bent over to kiss her pink neck, her chin, her earlobes. "My name is Jamie, what about you?" "Diana," she murmured, her breath stuck in her throat, and the mere feeling of his face against her skin was a joy. "The patron saint of virgins in Roman mythology," he said, and Aya could feel him smiling. His thumb caressed her cheek. "There are no pockmarks on your face, and your skin is as smooth as marble." "But it's warmer?" "Yes, it's warmer." He deftly undid her belt, and Aya knew she had to stop him now, but he started nibbling her body. "Like it?" he asked. "Tell me what you like." "Don't know," she said, throwing her head back, letting Jamin free himself to kiss her throat. "Everything is new to me, but I love it all." Aya could feel his soft smile, and as if by magic, her clothes were off, his hands wandering across her smooth, warm skin, when one of his hands slipped between her legs. , her desire to be aroused made her weak.At first, Aya was shocked by his fingers sliding inside her, but when he moved his hand away, she was disappointed. "No..." she murmured. He took a step back and put his hand on her shoulder, "You are indeed a virgin." "Is that bad?" she asked in a low voice.It was so dark in the tent that she couldn't even see the outline of his face. "There's a responsibility to being a virgin," Jemin said gravely, suddenly wishing he wasn't so drunk. "I can't do that." Please don't leave me, Aya wanted to say it. "I - I need money, my family is very poor." Is that what she read in the book?Or from the mouths of many young men. "Then you take the money, take it and leave." When he was about to turn to leave, Aya grabbed his neck and pressed her naked body against him, "Don't leave me, Jemin, please," her voice was hoarse. "I've been so lonely all my life, you don't know what I'm going to face, but I'm sure it's going to be scary." Jemin hesitated, although he misunderstood what she meant, but he could feel her sincerity.If she is pockmarked and poor, prostitution may be the only way she can go.If it was another man, the other party might not be as gentle as him, and besides, he wanted and wanted her very much, it had nothing to do with how much he drank. Jamin pulled her into his arms, his hand sliding slowly from her back to her round buttocks. He had never fucked a virgin before. "I will remember this night forever," Aya murmured. "Always remember, maybe you can pretend...you love me?" she asked tentatively. "No man has ever loved me, and probably never will," she said sadly. Jemin thought it was because she had pockmarks all over her face, but even so, Jemin felt that the woman in his arms was clean and simple, more beautiful than Luna Diana. "I think, maybe I really love you," he heard himself muttering, and suddenly regained some reason. "At least tonight." "That's enough." Jamie held her and caressed her all over. "Aren't you undressing?" she asked. She could feel him smiling. "No, it's up to you to take it off." "Really?" Jemin laughed at her excited tone. "Then can I touch you?" "Yes, dear Diana, you can touch me," he said with a smile, picking her up and circling her. "It's a tough day, but you're my reward for a hard day." And you and tonight are the rewards of my life, Aya thought. "Oh, kiss me a thousand times, ten thousand times, until my lips are numb and I can't speak anymore." "Okay," he said with a smile, "I'll kiss you all over." "I will too, but how do you take off your clothes?" Jemin helped her, but not much, and she was curious about his body like a child, which excited him very much. "Can I touch you here?" she asked, her hand between his legs, but Jemin couldn't speak, he could only moan in agreement. He carried her to the bed and began to kiss her beautiful body, enjoying her pleasure, and Aya lay quietly, enjoying the pleasure brought by his caress.When he pressed against her body, she experienced unprecedented pleasure. "I love you, Jamie," she murmured. "I love you." Jemin didn't answer, and when he started to enter, she gasped in pain and he pulled back. Thinking he didn't like it and wanted to leave, Aya awkwardly arched her hips to let him in all the way - nearly crying in pain. "Honey," he held himself still, sucking the tears from the corners of her eyes. "Don't worry, we have all night," When the pain was less, Aya found herself enjoying being filled with him. "It's comfortable," she said, spreading her arms. "Take it, Jamie, I'm yours." Jemin laughed again. This girl was very different, as if she had no idea what sex was all about. "Okay," he murmured, starting to move inside her. Aya's eyes widened in surprise, she thought he was just inside her, but now... oh, it feels better now.She closed her eyes and instinctively lifted her hips, feeling his silky soft twitch.As he picked up speed and went deeper, she held him tight, pulling herself as close to him as possible. Then he seemed to stop, shudder, and collapsed on top of her.He was so strong a few minutes ago, now he is as light as a child. Aya stroked his hair tenderly, glad that she made him happy. "Did I hurt you?" he asked softly. "No," she answered plainly, and then she thought of Todd. : "I have to go." Todd will definitely look for her, and if he can't find her, the alarm will sound. "No!" Jemin yelled, putting his arms around her waist, but then let her go, turning his face away. "Of course, you have to go." Let them find it, Aya thought, so what if they are found?How could they punish her?Shut her up forever? She wriggled back under Jemin and stroked his face, turning him toward her. "Tell me, what's bothering you?" After these very troubled days, Jemin felt that it was good to be able to relax so much. "I don't know how to protect her," said Jemin, knowing that the woman in his arms wouldn't know what he was talking about. "Ah, you mean the heir," Aya said, the mass of her hand resting on Jemin's pillow as his leg straddled hers.What an intimate feeling, Aya thought. "Is she so important to you?" "I can't fail, so many people depend on me, but the carriage..." Jemin felt drowsy. "Yes, those carriages." Aya said wistfully. She always hoped that this trip would be free, but those carriages sent by her father must be full of gold and silver treasures, which will definitely attract curiosity. vision.She sighed heavily. "If I were the heir of the Mei family, I would definitely want to be someone else." Jemin smiled. "Who could be greater than her? The Queen of England?" "Of course not. I'll be...an ordinary person, like a merchant's wife. I'd rather live in an inn or a tent like this, where no one knows who I am." "But people have seen her." "Who has seen her?" Aya said. "I hear she's like a prisoner, never allowed to step out of the gate. I guess she's never seen the world, neither a puppet show or a church, nor—" Jamie smiled. "You have a rich imagination. Fulan is so beautiful, she will attract attention wherever she goes. How can I protect her?" "Should I give her smallpox?" Jemin smiled again. "It would be great if I could take you away. You make me feel very comfortable and at ease." "Okay, I hope to go with you too." Her tone was like a child's. "It's a pity," said Jemin sadly. "I can not." "Why? Because I'm ugly, will it embarrass you?" He didn't know how he'd feel if he saw her face during the day, but that wasn't what bothered him. "She might kill you." "Who? Why would anyone want to kill me?" "The heir's cousin. Fulan has a good temper and is very cute, but her cousin is very jealous." "Oh?" Aya's voice suddenly became hoarse. "Perhaps there is no reason for her...her evil deeds. Sometimes, a woman is one way in front of a man, and another way in front of a woman." "Like you? I think you're charming, but others find you scary?" "Sometimes, isn't it! Where's that cousin? Isn't there anything nice about her?" "I thought she was likable, but she's not what I thought she was. I don't like liars." "Maybe she has her reasons for lying." Her voice rose slightly. Jemin propped himself up on his elbows. "You know her?" "Of course I don't know her. How could someone like me know her? But I know how it feels to have a beautiful cousin." "How do you know that cousin is not pretty?" "Judging by your tone of voice, you speak of beautiful Fran and that cousin in a very different tone. I hear that tone of voice when my cousin is mentioned, but never People speak to me in that tone." "Sometimes a woman needs more than beauty," Jemin thought of Pei Ling, and Aya felt the change in his heart. "You should go and meet my sister," he said softly, as if it were a great honor. "To see your sister? Why?" "I can't leave you alone, I feel responsible to you," Jemin said, and Aya could feel him smile at the thought. "I will leave some money and a letter to the housekeeper of the Mei family. You should leave tomorrow. I will write to my sisters and tell them that you are arriving soon." Aya was overwhelmed by his generosity.No one had ever given a gift to someone as rich as her; at Christmas, everyone only expected her to give something, only Todd would send her something back, and Fran never gave her a present.And this man, a complete stranger, actually wants to take on the responsibility of taking care of her for the rest of his life.Are poor people so kind and generous?She always imagined that the life of the poor is full of love and care.Every year, Fulan would go back to reunite with her family for a month, and Aya always dreamed how wonderful it would be to have a group of family members. "Is your sister beautiful?" Aya asked. "Like you?" "How do you know what I look like?" His hand wandered over her body. Aya racked her brains. "I've seen you, you—" Jamin sealed her mouth with a kiss. "Don't say it, I don't want you to judge me by my appearance." Aya smiled and hugged him. "Please make love to me again." "Okay." His lips were on hers. He slowed down this time, and Aya loved being with him, but what she loved most was the closeness, the feeling of not being alone anymore. When he finally collapsed on top of her, Aya knew he was about to fall into a deep sleep, and she knew she had to go.After imprinting countless kisses on his sleeping face, she broke away from his embrace and quietly found clothes to put on, but she couldn't find her hat.It was her mother's hat, Aya thought frantically, and she couldn't help laughing at the thought that she would rather lose everything - including her virginity - than lose it. "what sound?" Aya froze when she heard a man's voice outside the tent. "The gold makes me nervous. If there is a shadow swaying past, I may stab it with a sword before I can see it clearly," That sentence made Aya understand that she had to leave quickly.If Jaymin would leave some money for Diana, he might give her the hat back, too. "Farewell, my love," Aya said, and quietly left the tent. Her eyes had long since adjusted to the darkness, and she slid to the wall as the guards went back to carry the lanterns.She panicked when she couldn't find the rope hanging on the wall.After finding the rope, it took her a lot of effort to climb back into the wall, but the sound she made attracted the inspection of the guards outside the wall.She leaned against the wall, her heart beating wildly. "Probably squirrels," said a guard. "A squirrel the size of a man!" another guard said before leaving.