11: The Yandere Warlord's Substitute Bride 11

General Fu carried Wen Ci back to the bedroom, the moment he opened the door.

The room was filled with blood-red, and the floor was covered with fresh, vibrant rose petals.

General Fu had ordered his men to pluck them one by one and spread them out beforehand.

Wen Ci withdrew from his embrace and, seeing the room full of crimson, a hint of interest flickered in her eyes.

He actually knew she liked roses?

She took off her shoes and stepped barefoot on the cashmere carpet. As her fingertips touched the velvety petals, a burning body suddenly pressed against her from behind.

General Fu's white shirt sleeves were rolled up, revealing his bulging forearms, which were now tightly wrapped around her waist.

"Do you like them?" he whispered, biting her earlobe, his voice terribly hoarse. "I ordered every thorn to be removed by hand. I know you like red roses, the more vibrant, the more you like them."

Wen Ci's body trembled slightly.

The scent of roses mixed with his pheromones. She couldn't help but feel a little dizzy. She could feel the violent tremor in his chest. Despite being a warlord who killed without batting an eye, his breathing was now completely erratic.

He suddenly grabbed her hand, forcing her to crush a blooming rose, its juice staining their intertwined fingertips.

"Do you know? When I came back just now and didn't see you..." He chuckled softly, but his canine tooth maliciously grazed her carotid artery. "I wanted to kill everyone."

Wen Ci slowly curved her lips.

This was it.

The crazier he was, the more she liked him.

The scene before her suddenly spun. She was pressed down into the flowerbed by him, her nape cushioned by his trembling palm.

The man removed his glasses, revealing his blood-red eyes, where a deeper obsession than a sea of blood surged.

"Wen Ci, my wife," he murmured, pressing his forehead against hers, his voice terrifyingly gentle. "Never leave me."

After he finished speaking, he slowly picked up a rose and inserted it into her loose hair.

The dazzling crimson, her dark hair, and her pure white skin formed a stark contrast, making her appear as beautiful as a demon.

General Fu closed his eyes and, almost piously, lowered his head to kiss her forehead, like a devil's whisper, word by word, "Otherwise, I will die."

When he opened his eyes again, a morbid possessiveness surged within them.

"Don't go out again. I don't want any man to covet you."

He hated the way others looked at her, hated others making plans for her, and even more, hated that he couldn't constantly be with his wife.

Wen Ci lay back among the crimson petals. She chuckled softly at his words, her fingertips caressing the man's taut lips. "As my husband... do you not even have the ability to protect me thoroughly?"

How could she just stay home like a caged bird?

A mad dog was only interesting when you saw his crazy side.

If she always followed his wishes, wouldn't life become boring?

General Fu's pupils contracted sharply.

The next second, he suddenly buried his face in her neck and chuckled, his vibrating chest pressed against her beating heart. When he looked up again, his eyes were tinged with a crazed excitement. "Hahaha... Good, very good!"

His wife was indeed no ordinary woman.

Her words always surprised him.

He truly liked her more and more.

He couldn't help but rub against her neck.

Wen Ci felt a ticklish sensation. Just as she was about to speak, she keenly noticed the wound on his hand.

"What happened to your hand?"

General Fu tried to casually brush it off, "Just a small injury." But Wen Ci immediately grabbed his hand.

The two sat at the table.

She frowned, holding General Fu's hand, then turned to get some ointment. Her fingertips, stained with the ointment, gently applied it to the wound on his hand.

"How did this happen?" Her voice was soft, carrying a tremor and coldness she didn't even realize.

She wouldn't allow him to get hurt.

Because he was the man she had chosen.

No one but her was allowed to hurt him.

General Fu looked down at her, his gaze gentle. Her eyelashes cast delicate shadows beneath her eyes, and her brows seemed to be slightly furrowed out of concern.

This expression could break down his defenses more effectively than any sword or blade.

"Husband?" She looked up, her eyes filled with a shimmering light, unusually serious. "Does it hurt?"

Hurt?

General Fu's Adam's apple bobbed. The stinging pain from the wound now became the sweetest torment.

He watched her careful movements, his heart pounding wildly. She was truly concerned for him, and this realization made his blood boil, exciting him more than bloodshed.

"Press harder," he suddenly said, his voice low and hoarse.

Wen Ci was startled. "It will hurt you."

"It needs to hurt." He grabbed her wrist, pulling her closer. "The more you care, the happier I am."

Madman.

Wen Ci's heart trembled, scorched by the obsession in his eyes. She deliberately pressed hard on the wound, but General Fu chuckled, even happier.

"Continue."

"Let me see how much more my wife can care."

Wen Ci looked deeply at him, and finally couldn't help but chuckle.

He was indeed a madman; even pain could be used as a means of flirtation.

However, she liked it.

After the bandaging was complete, General Fu looked down at the neatly wrapped white gauze on his hand, feeling a momentary daze.

The gauze was very clean, and Wen Ci had tied a small, delicate bow at the knot, which, against his well-defined fingers, presented a jarring softness.

He instinctively flexed his fingers, and a faint sting came from the wound, yet it inexplicably reminded him of his mother's care many years ago.

But it was too long ago, so long ago that it was blurry.

The last time he was cared for so gently was when his mother was alive.

Later.

Later, his mother was gone, and no one ever frowned over his wounds again.

Whether a bullet grazed his arm or a blade cut his flesh, he would casually tear a piece of cloth, wrap it, and not even bother with hemostatic medicine. The blood would soak through the fabric, dry, and become part of his armor.

It enveloped him, making him even colder and harder, and he increasingly didn't know what tenderness was.

"Chenzhou?"

Wen Ci's soft voice pulled him back to reality. She was tilting her head, looking at him, her eyes bright and reflecting only him.

General Fu suddenly felt a swelling in his chest, a strange, sour feeling rising from his heart, leaving him almost at a loss.

So this was what it felt like to be cherished.

Like being suddenly handed a cup of hot tea in winter, scalding his fingertips, yet he couldn't bear to let go.

He hadn't been cared for like this in a very long time.

As a grown man, apart from his mother, he had never experienced such care.

In the military camp, everyone spoke and acted boisterously. No woman ever approached him, nor would anyone gently and carefully bandage him and look at him with such tender eyes.

It turned out that this feeling was so sweet and warm.

"Thank you." He suddenly turned his face away, his Adam's apple bobbing, his voice so low it was almost inaudible.

Wen Ci paused, then couldn't help but chuckle, reaching out to ruffle his head. "So cute."

General Fu pursed his lips. Although he was still a bit stiff and unaccustomed to having his head touched, he still tried to rub against Wen Ci's palm.

He suddenly felt very fortunate, fortunate that he had sustained this small injury.

*

Before dinner, someone brought pastries. Wen Ci looked at the box with some surprise. Wasn't this the pastry she had planned to buy for General Fu earlier?

When General Fu returned after handling his affairs, he saw Wen Ci sitting in the courtyard, resting her chin on her hand and gazing at the box, her snow-white fingertips tapping the table idly.

"You don't want to eat this? How about some preserved fruit? I noticed you ate two more last night."

He had just finished some official business and had conveniently bought some preserved fruit on his way back.

Wen Ci's eyes lit up as she stared at the preserved fruit in his hand, but she pushed the pastry box towards him. "For you to eat."

General Fu's hand, which was about to pour tea, paused. "What's wrong?"

"A reward." She suddenly leaned closer, her slender fingers picking up a piece of pastry and directly feeding it to his lips. "Because my husband behaved very well."

The teapot clunked onto the stone table. General Fu's pupils widened slightly, and his Adam's apple bobbed up and down. "...A reward?"

It inexplicably made him think of indescribable scenes.

Was she saying he had satisfied her well in bed recently?

It seemed his training had indeed been effective.

As he spoke, he naturally opened his mouth and bit into the pastry she offered.

He didn't consider safety at all.

Normally, he would never eat anything offered by others, fearing poison.

But this was offered by Wen Ci.

He ate it without the slightest hesitation.

"Yes," Wen Ci smiled, her eyes curving, her fingertips still covered in pastry crumbs. "I really liked those cheongsams and jewelry, so..."

Before she could finish, she was suddenly picked up and placed on the man's lap, her gasp swallowed by a fervent kiss.

A sweet taste melted between their lips. General Fu's hand, cupping the back of her head, trembled.

It turned out she had waited in line at Songhe Zhai for two whole hours.

Just to buy him pastries?

He had thought she wanted to eat them.

This realization made his heart ache. After the kiss, he licked his lips, then suddenly buried his face in her neck, his voice muffled beyond recognition. "...Next time, let the servants go."

Wen Ci kissed his forehead and, playing with the buttons of his military uniform, chuckled softly. "But I want to see my husband eat what I personally bought. Although this time it wasn't, next time, I'll buy you your favorite!"

General Fu suddenly tightened his arms. After his mother's death, for many years, no one knew what he liked to eat.

He had hidden everything about himself.

Even his closest adjutant didn't know which pastry shop he preferred.

But he never expected that she would see through him so easily.

His heart trembled once again.

"Is it sweet?" Wen Ci didn't know what he was thinking. Her fingertips gently wiped away the crumbs from his lips and licked them into her own mouth.

General Fu's Adam's apple bobbed, aroused by her action.

He took her finger and lightly bit it, a dark tide surging in his eyes. "Sweet, but not even a fraction as sweet as my wife."