6: The Yandere Warlord's Substitute Bride 6

Wen Yan had been immersed in twisted pleasure, a malicious smile still lingering on her lips, but that clear, crisp 'Elder Sister' made her freeze as if struck by lightning.

She sharply looked up, seeing the stunning beauty walking towards her, each step like a lotus blooming.

"How did Elder Sister come?" The beauty slightly tilted her head, her fair skin almost transparent in the sunlight. "Are you here to care for Younger Sister?"

Wen Yan's fingernails dug sharply into her palm.

That voice!

This was clearly the voice of that slut, Wen Ci!

But this face before her... this face, enough to make all flowers pale in comparison, how could it be that ugly wretch she had kept locked in the woodshed for years, her face covered in dust?!

"You..." Wen Yan's throat tightened, her voice shrill and distorted. "You are Wen Ci?!"

The beauty covered her lips and chuckled, her eyes sparkling, captivating even the guards. "How could Elder Sister not recognize her own Younger Sister?"

No sooner had she spoken than the surrounding guards immediately saluted in unison, "Madam!"

These two words pierced Wen Yan's heart like knives.

She stumbled back two steps, unable to believe any of it.

It shouldn't be like this; Wen Ci shouldn't be so beautiful, nor so radiant.

She didn't look tormented at all; in fact, she looked like she had been cherished... but how was that possible!

"General Fu, he... last night..." A wave of fear rose in Wen Yan's heart, her voice trembling as she spoke.

"General Fu, he," Wen Ci suddenly lowered her gaze, her eyelashes casting an ambiguous shadow beneath her eyes, "was very gentle."

"What?!" Wen Yan shrieked, grabbing Wen Ci's shoulder. "He touched you?!"

"Hiss..." The beauty frowned slightly, and red marks immediately appeared on the fair skin exposed beneath her cheongsam.

"Let go!"

"You're hurting Madam!"

The guards instantly erupted, pulling Wen Yan away with many hands.

Wen Yan was shoved, stumbling, completely bewildered.

Had these people gone mad?!

She hadn't even questioned this imposter, and these people dared to treat her like this!

Clearly, she, Wen Yan, was the true Madam of the Fu Residence!

This opportunity was simply something she didn't want, something she had carelessly thrown to Wen Ci.

From an angle unseen by others, Wen Ci gave Wen Yan a fleeting smile, a smile so enchanting, devoid of any weakness.

"Elder Sister looks so pale," she said softly. "Would you like to come in for some tea? General Fu specifically had someone brew red date and longan tea for me this morning..."

"Shut up!" Wen Yan could hardly believe her eyes, finally screaming in collapse, "You imposter! I am General Fu's bride!"

She was truly breaking down. In her previous life, General Fu had never touched her, not even personally lifted her veil.

But why would he make an exception for Wen Ci? Why!

The guards exchanged glances, their expressions odd. This woman dared to call General Fu by his name? She must be tired of living!

Seeing that no one believed her, Wen Yan lunged forward and grabbed Wen Ci's wrist, sharply demanding, "Did you do as I said? Did you touch his tiger's mouth? Did you bite him?!"

She still couldn't believe that General Fu would touch any woman other than her; he clearly only loved her, clearly wouldn't care for other women.

Wen Ci softly said "Ah," then seemingly unintentionally raised her hand to brush away stray hairs behind her ear, revealing a section of her fair, white wrist, on which several ambiguous red marks were clearly visible—fingerprints left by someone gripping her wrist tightly.

"Is this what Elder Sister means?" She subtly tilted the corner of her eye, smiling charmingly. "General Fu, he... has too much strength."

Wen Yan was struck as if by lightning, staggering back two steps, her face ashen.

General Fu actually touched Wen Ci?!

That man, who would give her a cold look if her fingertip merely brushed his clothes, would actually take Wen Ci's wrist on his own accord?!

And even, engage in marital intimacy with her!

Wen Yan couldn't even imagine what expression that cold-blooded, ruthless man would have when he succumbed to desire in bed.

As she was lost in despair, Wen Ci suddenly leaned closer, her red lips parting slightly, "Why does Elder Sister look like that? Since General Fu and I have consummated our marriage, why wouldn't he touch me?"

Her voice was sweet, yet every word cut deep. "Last night... he was very pleased."

"You!" Wen Yan's eyes were bloodshot, her finger pointing at Wen Ci's nose trembling uncontrollably. "You're not Wen Ci! That slut doesn't look anything like you! You're a monster! Yes, you must be a monster!"

Wen Ci was never as beautiful as her, nor as seductive as her.

Where was the timid weakness of the past in the current Wen Ci?

The more she thought about it, the more plausible it seemed. If she could be reborn, why couldn't Wen Ci? Perhaps that slut had even acquired some demonic art to become so alluring!

Upon hearing this, Wen Ci, far from being angered, covered her lips and chuckled. This smile was like spring flowers blooming, captivating everyone.

"Elder Sister is joking," she said, her eyes sparkling, then suddenly lowered her voice. "If I were a monster, could Elder Sister... still be standing here talking?"

Wen Yan trembled all over, a cold sweat instantly breaking out on her back.

She always felt that Wen Ci's gaze held something she couldn't quite discern, something terrifying, something frightening.

It made her shiver all over.

A guard had already informed General Fu.

At that moment, the rhythmic sound of military boots approached from a distance. The guards immediately straightened their backs and looked over, "General Fu!"

Wen Yan sharply turned her head, seeing General Fu striding forward in a dark military uniform. He was still the same, his dark uniform outlining his broad shoulders and narrow waist, his eyes behind the gold-rimmed glasses as cold as ice, his thin lips pressed tightly, exuding an oppressive aura that warned others to keep their distance.

This was her first meeting with him since her rebirth.

Wen Yan's heart pounded wildly, filled with both hatred and fear, yet also a hint of twisted satisfaction.

He must still love her.

Even if she chose to escape the marriage after being reborn, even if that slut Wen Ci married in her place, what kind of person was General Fu? With his obsessive and deranged personality, how could he easily fall for someone else?

He must still be looking for her; he must still be going mad for her!

At this thought, Wen Yan frowned in disgust again.

This lunatic, in her previous life, he had imprisoned her, controlled her, even getting angry if she so much as glanced at another man; it was simply nauseating! She hated his possessiveness, hated his blood-stained hands...

But.

But if he really fell in love with Wen Ci...

She recalled the red marks on Wen Ci's wrist and her radiant face just now, her heart aching.

The thought that General Fu hadn't even touched her in her previous life, yet in this life he would be captivated by another woman, made her feel miserable and wronged!

Wen Yan shook her head violently, shaking off this absurd thought.

Impossible!

He would only love her!

As General Fu drew closer, Wen Yan subconsciously raised her hand to cover her face, revealing only her eyes. She was both afraid of being recognized and directly abducted by him, yet also vaguely hoped he would notice her, and go mad for her...

However.

General Fu didn't even spare her a glance, walking directly towards Wen Ci, who stood at the mansion gate.

Wen Yan's eyes widened, watching the cold-blooded warlord wrap his arm around Wen Ci's waist, with such force that he almost seemed to meld her into his very bones.

He lowered his head and leaned close to Wen Ci's ear, his voice deep and dangerous, "Who allowed you to come out?"

He didn't want her to be seen by other men; he didn't want her to be coveted by other men.

She could only belong to him.

Wen Yan watched this scene with wide eyes. Why was his deranged possessiveness directed at a woman other than her? What shocked her even more was Wen Ci.

That slut, who was timid and subservient in her memory, was now leaning softly into General Fu's arms, her red lips slightly pouted, her voice so sweet it could drip honey as she said, "My waist is so sore..."

General Fu's eyes darkened. Without a word, he bent down and scooped her up into his arms, his movements forceful.

Wen Ci gently curved her lips and smiled. How sensible he was.

Wen Yan watched this scene, as if struck by lightning, her hand unconsciously falling, her entire face exposed to the sunlight.

She couldn't believe that General Fu really hadn't noticed her. It must be because he hadn't seen her face that he was so cold to her, so she let go of her hand.

"General Fu!" She couldn't help but call out to his retreating back, her voice sharp and piercing.

But General Fu still didn't turn his head, carrying Wen Ci and striding into the mansion, his back resolute and indifferent.

The guards had already begun to drive her away, "Get lost! Don't go crazy here!"

Wen Yan stumbled backward, tears blurring her vision. She couldn't believe it.

He actually, really didn't look at her once...

The man who had once been madly obsessed with her now held another woman in his arms, not even sparing her a glance...

Wen Yan was consumed by jealousy, then suddenly smiled eerily. Haha, he was just a man she looked down upon; Wen Ci would have her time to cry later.

Perhaps what good was being nice to Wen Ci for a moment now? General Fu was fundamentally still a lunatic!

A lunatic wouldn't know how to love; he would only know how to torment people!