Happy Divorce Chapter 10 (Part 2)
Happy Divorce Chapter 10 (Part 2) Original translation is from tenderflower's blog.
※Warning: NSFW!
“Manlu...” He regretted it again and scolded himself again for treating her like that.
“I’m fine.” Su Manlu gently pushed Yan Feixi away and offered him a reassuring smile. Now that she had chosen to trust him and give him another chance, she wouldn’t allow the past to affect her anymore.
Loving him was bound to bring heartache, but... she still chose to love him.
Yan Feixi looked at her smiling face, distressedly. How could he not understand the pain she held inside? He had hurt her so deeply, and no matter how much he spoiled or loved her, it would never be enough.
He turned and knelt before Father Su without hesitation, looking up at him earnestly. “Everything is my fault. I have no excuses for what happened back then. No amount of justifications can change the past, but now I truly care about Manlu. I want to love her and take care of her. I’ll be there when she’s hurting and hold her when she’s sad. One day, I’ll help heal the pain in her heart.”
Father Su scoffed. “Do you really think I’ll believe what you say?”
Yan Feixi looked determined and didn’t flinch. “I don’t expect you to believe me, but I will prove it to you.”
Aunt Lian chimed in. She looked at her daughter, “Manlu, are you sure?” She understood that her daughter was the key to everything.
Su Manlu nodded slightly. “Aunt Lian, I’m sorry.” She knew she had disappointed Aunt Lian.
Aunt Lian shook her head, feeling sorry for her daughter. “Silly child, what are you sorry for? Aunt Lian just wants you to be happy and content. If you still choose him, Aunt Lian won’t stand in your way.” She then turned to Yan Feixi, her gaze becoming stern. “Remember what you just said. My lord and I will keep an eye on you to see if you really keep your promise.”
“Yes, thank you, Aunt Lian.” Yan Feixi looked at her steadily, his gaze firm and unwavering.
Father Su still snorted in dissatisfaction but said nothing more. He threw up his sleeves and walked out, followed by Aunt Lian.
Su Manlu pulled him up, gently rubbed his knees, and looked at him with concern. “Does it hurt?” He had knelt down with great force.
“It doesn’t hurt.” Yan Feixi smiled and embraced her.
“Manlu...”
“Hm?”
“I will be very, very good to you, so you won’t feel heartache anymore. I will make you smile at me every day, and even if you shed tears, they will be tears of happiness.”
“...Mm.”
She believed him.
* * *
Yan Feixi moved into the Su Mansion, but Father Su still didn’t want to see him and placed him in the most remote courtyard, far from his daughter.
But this couldn’t stop Yan Feixi. During the day, he pestered Su Manlu and sneaked into her room at night. It wasn’t until dawn that he reluctantly sneaked back to his room at Su Manlu’s urging.
But Yan Feixi clearly didn’t want to leave easily today.
“Aren’t you leaving yet?” Sitting in front of the dressing table, Su Manlu looked at him enticingly, exuding a charming, languid aura as if she had been deeply loved.
“No.” Yan Feixi gathered a handful of her black hair, gently brushed her lengthy locks, bent down, and kissed her neck, inhaling her delicate fragrance.
“I really like the scent you wear.” Perhaps because she often applied perfume, she always had a subtle, elegant fragrance.
Su Manlu turned her head away from his kiss and looked down. Sure enough, there were traces of kisses again. She couldn’t help but glare at him in shame, “You did that on purpose.” She had to keep her arms tightly wrapped lately.
“Yes, on purpose.” Yan Feixi hugged her from behind and rubbed her small face. “Manlu, the sachet you gave me no longer smells good.”
“I didn’t give it to you.” He had clearly taken it away.
“Then, can you personally give me one?” He gazed at her longingly.
Su Manlu pursed her lips, not saying yes, but simply curling the corners of her mouth, and Yan Feixi understood that she agreed.
He smiled and kissed her small face. Not satisfied, he kissed her little mouth again, one kiss after another. His fingers restlessly inserted into the lapel and held a soft breast.
“Mm... don’t...” Su Manlu grabbed his hand. “It’s already dawned.” It would be bad if her father knew he was in her room.
“But you want it...” His big hand reached into her thin skirt, and his five fingers were wet. “You’re so enthusiastic here...” He kissed her little mouth, rubbed her nipple with one hand, and played with her flower hole with the other hand.
Su Manlu groaned softly and was half pushed and half pulled to the bed by him with her thin shirt half removed. He pressed against her back and entered her from behind.
Yan Feixi gnawed on her snow-white shoulder. Every time he entered, the soft fragrance in his arms would tighten and tremble slightly, and that beautiful pussy would deeply bind him and drive him crazy.
“Manlu...” He grabbed a snow breast in each hand and squeezed her plump breasts. He pulled out and then buried it deeply, eliciting a charming moan from her.
He licked her small, white jade ear, teasing it lightly with the tip of his tongue. “Manlu... will you accompany me to see my mother?”
“Wh-what?” Su Manlu grabbed the brocade quilt, her face flushed as she processed his words with slight distraction. Spasms of pleasure washed over her, and fine, fragrant sweat broke out on her porcelain skin.
“Next month is my mother’s death anniversary. I visit her every year. Will you join me this year?” He kissed her rosy little mouth and said vaguely. “I want to tell my mother... She helped me choose a wonderful girl. Even though I was too foolish to cherish her before, thankfully, I still have my girl.”
Su Manlu blinked, absorbing his words in confusion. She smiled, kissed him back, and replied softly.
“Okay.”
As for her father, she would just leave him a letter.
When she was caught in lust again, Su Manlu thought in a daze.
* * *
The next day, they set off north, and Father Su only saw a letter left by his daughter, stating simply that she had accompanied Yan Feixi to pay her respects to his mother.
This made Father Su jump in anger. Was it appropriate for a man and a woman to travel together? Although Bi Luo was with her, what could she do?
However, Su Manlu couldn’t hear these words anymore. They traveled while playing and finally arrived at the mountain tomb behind Beiyang City.
Su Manlu carried the sacrificial offerings she had purchased long ago and walked up the mountain, her small hand held by Yan Feixi.
“Is it heavy?” Yan Feixi asked, wanting to take the rattan basket from her.
“It’s not heavy.” Su Manlu avoided letting him take it. Yan Feixi didn’t force it and smiled, gently squeezing her hand. They looked at each other and smiled, walking intimately.
They saw someone already paying their respects as they approached Mother Yan’s tomb.
Yan Feixi stopped.
Noticing someone was coming, the person in front of the tomb looked up. On seeing them, he couldn’t help but be stunned and said excitedly: “Fei, Feixi!” Then he turned to Su Manlu with confusion, “Manlu?”
Su Manlu nodded at him politely and smiled. “Uncle Yan.” She was also surprised to see Father Yan. They hadn’t seen each other for just two years, yet Father Yan appeared to have aged significantly.
Though his body still looked strong, his temples were completely white, and his face had many more wrinkles, making him look old and tired.
“How, how could you and Feixi...?” Father Yan looked at the two of them in surprise.
Su Manlu didn’t know what to say, so she had no choice but to glance at Yan Feixi.
Yan Feixi replied lightly, “Manlu and I have reconciled.” Then he took Su Manlu’s hand and walked to the grave. He gazed at the pastries and crabapple flowers in front of the tombstone with unreadable eyes.
These pastries were his mother’s favorites, and the crabapple flowers were her favorite blooms.
“Really...” Father Yan was surprised and relieved to hear his son say this. The Yan family was so sorry for Su Manlu back then. Fortunately, his son had repented and won her back.
“Are you here to pay your respects to your mother?” Father Yan asked his son.
“Mm.” Yan Feixi glanced at his father. “I didn’t expect you to come too.”
“I come to see Qiu Niang every year.”
Yan Feixi scoffed. “Is it useful to come here after she’s dead?”
“Feixi.” Su Manlu gently squeezed his hand, disapproval flashing in her eyes.
Yan Feixi groaned. Though he remained unhappy, he didn’t say anything more.
Yan Feixi’s sarcasm made Father Yan uncomfortable, but he was surprised to see his son, who had always been unruly, willing to listen to Su Manlu.
He looked at Su Manlu and felt much relieved. Knowing that with his son’s personality, he wouldn’t be so obedient if he hadn’t genuinely taken this to heart.
His son’s personality was very similar to his wife’s. Once he valued someone, he treated them wholeheartedly, fearing they might feel a bit wronged.
His wife had treated him this way back then, but he didn’t know how to appreciate it.
Father Yan looked at the tombstone sorrowfully and said, “You’re right. Some things are too late, even if you regret them. Fortunately, you’re not like me.”
He owed Yan Feixi and his deceased wife. When he became wealthy, he grew greedy, thinking his wife, who loved him deeply, would always tolerate him. But he forgot Qiu Niang’s strong nature and desire to maintain her pride. It wasn’t until Qiu Niang passed away that he realized his mistake, yet the son Qiu Niang left behind also harbored resentment against him. He was filled with regret, but it was too late.
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