The Venomous Wife Let Me Go - Chapter 14

Recalling that spine-tingling look in Lin Song’s eyes, Bai Jun quickly changed her clothes.

This time, she conservatively put on the thickest pajamas in her wardrobe.

As she changed, a ridiculous thought even crossed her mind: had she changed her habit and started wearing such thick clothes to sleep just to guard against Lin Song?

But she immediately dismissed the idea. Given her personality, she must be the one who controlled Lin Song’s pleasure in those matters. How could she possibly be afraid of Lin Song!

Once she was changed, she quickly slid under the covers, but her mind refused to settle.

Lin Song was drunk; would she have an accident while bathing?

Her back looked so lonely when she left just now; was her tone too harsh?

Should she go to Lin Song’s bedroom to check? But what if she was in the middle of changing?

Bai Jun tossed and turned, worrying about Lin Song’s condition. Finally, she decided to call her.

However, just as the call connected, the ringtone sounded from right outside the door.

Why wasn’t Lin Song coming in? Had she just happened to walk to the door, or had she been waiting there the whole time?

Was she sober yet?

Startled, Bai Jun quickly hung up the phone just as Lin Song pushed open the bedroom door.

“Junjun was looking for me?” Lin Song’s voice was a bit raspy with a rising lilt as she tilted her head to look at her.

Bai Jun gave a soft “mm,” but after seeing Lin Song clearly, she almost forgot how to speak.

Unlike Bai Jun’s conservative choice, Lin Song was wearing a wine-red camisole with a very low neckline. It made her skin look like cream and perfectly traced her curvaceous figure.

So, so hot!

Bai Jun swallowed hard and couldn’t help but steal a glance at a certain area. It seemed it was indeed a little smaller than her own, but it still looked very full.

After realizing what she was thinking, Bai Jun began to despise herself again, yet she couldn’t control her eyes. She only wanted to stare at Lin Song.

How could Lin Song be this beautiful!

Lin Song’s hair wasn’t completely dry, cascading messily over her shoulders. Her cheeks were flushed, and her eyes were a bit hazy. Her entire being exuded an indescribable charm.

This Lin Song was different from her usual self, yet she was even more alluring. It was as if Lin Song could manifest any state she desired: she could be pure and beautiful, or sexy and tempting.

As Lin Song approached step by step, Bai Jun’s mind grew more chaotic. She couldn’t help but turn her head away.

However, she could clearly smell Lin Song’s scent. Every step Lin Song took seemed to land directly on her heart. Her heart hammered so loudly that the vibration echoed in her eardrums.

“Junjun?” The mattress dipped noticeably as Lin Song sat down.

She leaned close to Bai Jun’s ear, her fair arms wrapping around Bai Jun’s neck. Her breath was as sweet as orchids: “Which side do I sleep on?”

Lin Song carried the fragrance of the same shampoo Bai Jun used, mixed with the natural scent of her skin. It blended into a unique aroma that made one want to sink into it.

Lin Song’s skin was tender and soft. Her slightly damp hair brushed against Bai Jun’s cheek like a wet fuse, igniting the heat in Bai Jun’s already flushed face.

“I…”

Bai Jun’s throat felt dry and her body trembled. A strong, restless urge surged within her.

She wanted to press Lin Song down, make her cry, and ensure those beautiful eyes saw only her. She wanted Lin Song to keep calling her “Junjun” in that delicate, weak voice.

Bai Jun bit her lower lip, suffering internally. She felt embarrassed; she had shown an unprecedented level of awkwardness in front of Lin Song.

Her mouth felt dry and she wanted water, yet Lin Song continued to call her in that soft, tender tone.

“Junjun, Junjun!”

“You can’t sleep yet!” Bai Jun used every ounce of her self-control to grit out the words. “Your hair isn’t dry. I’ll help you dry it.”

She turned around, firmly wrapped Lin Song’s body in a quilt, signaled for her to sit properly on the edge of the bed, and fetched the hairdryer.

Bai Jun was certain Lin Song had not sobered up.

Lin Song became extremely restless afterward.

While her hair was being dried, Lin Song cloyingly leaned in again, planting a kiss on each of Bai Jun’s cheeks before smiling at her happily.

“I like Junjun so much!”

Bai Jun’s face turned bright red. Fearing the hair would get caught in the dryer, she could only keep a serious expression: “Lin Song, behave yourself.”

Bai Jun thought her tone was ordinary, yet tears actually welled up in Lin Song’s eyes. She glared at her with a face full of grievance: “You’re being mean to me.”

Lin Song lowered her head, and tears fell like dropped pearls, one after another.

“You were so happy as soon as you heard Xu Tu was coming. Do you like her?”

“I’m so angry in my heart, but I don’t dare tell you because I’m afraid you’ll think I’m being pathologically jealous.”

“But whenever I think about you liking Xu Tu, my heart feels so sad!”

“Junjun,” Meeting Bai Jun’s stunned eyes, Lin Song leaned in aggrievedly again: “Only like me, okay?”

“I’m beautiful, have a lot of money, and I’m so good to you.”

Bai Jun had a bit of a headache, knowing there was no point in reasoning with a drunkard. But Lin Song looked so genuinely heartbroken that it made Bai Jun’s heart ache.

It seemed Lin Song was taking this opportunity to vent the sadness she had been holding back lately.

Lin Song hadn’t been with the company long. She had to master a new job while handling the series of troubles caused by Bai Jun’s amnesia. The psychological pressure must be immense, yet she always kept a smiling face in front of her.

Besides, now was not the time to argue about right or wrong. Bai Jun only wanted to make Lin Song happy.

And when it came to comforting Lin Song, Bai Jun had accumulated a lot of experience over the past few days.

“Wife, I really don’t like Xu Tu. I don’t even know what she looks like,” Bai Jun explained softly. “I’m looking forward to her coming because there are things, I want her to do.”

“I promise, in this world, I will only ever love you.”

“You have to believe me. I strictly adhere to the virtues of a devoted spouse.” Bai Jun carefully wiped the tears from Lin Song’s face. Meeting Lin Song’s expectant gaze, she leaned in with a flushed face and gave her a careful kiss on the cheek: “I shouldn’t have been mean to the best wife in the world. I’m sorry.”

Lin Song had clearly washed up very thoroughly. At such close range, Bai Jun couldn’t even smell a trace of alcohol on her.

And Lin Song was, as always, easy to coax.

“Junjun, you’re so good!” Lin Song’s eyes shimmered with tears. She looked at Bai Jun and sighed, but she didn’t let Bai Jun see her tears again. She lowered her head and spoke softly.

After that, she settled down, sitting obediently on the edge of the bed while Bai Jun dried her hair. Then, she quietly lay down next to Bai Jun and closed her eyes.

“Junjun, don’t be afraid.” As Bai Jun turned off the lights, she heard Lin Song’s voice beside her.

Bai Jun felt a wave of confusion, not understanding why Lin Song thought she would be afraid. Lin Song, however, didn’t seem to need an answer; she continued on her own, picking up from her previous thoughts.

“I was fiercer than a wild dog when I was little.”

“After my grandmother passed away, life became harder and harder. There were subsidies from the county, but our area was just too poor; the money was barely enough to keep us from starving. That year, there was a torrential rainstorm that knocked down all the corn in the fields. The whole village was rushing to harvest what they could.”

“I helped Auntie Liu work for an entire afternoon because I knew her family was well-off, and she was one of the few people in the village who truly pitied me.”

“Sure enough, Auntie Liu stuffed two large meat buns into my hands.”

Bai Jun hadn’t expected Lin Song to suddenly talk about her childhood. Not knowing how to respond, she could only silently reach out from under the quilt and squeeze Lin Song’s hand out of heartache.

Lin Song immediately gripped her hand back tightly.

“At that time, I hadn’t eaten meat for almost a year. I ran home happily holding those buns, planning to feed one to my mother and eat the other myself. However, a wild dog came from nowhere and ran into my house; while I wasn’t looking, it ate half of my bun.”

“I was furious. I cried as I grabbed a kitchen knife and chased that dog, hunting it until it disappeared into the mountain forests.”

“You see, I was born stubborn and protective of what’s mine. When I lose my temper, even wild dogs fear me.”

“My love isn’t exactly refined, but I am a mad dog crazier than any stray. I am overbearing and possessive, and I don’t care about my pride. Once I set my sights on someone, I will protect them to the death. No matter what happens, I will cling to your side.”

“Don’t you dare describe yourself that way!” Bai Jun struggled to hold back her tears. She ached for Lin Song and wanted to say more, but as she stared into the darkness, a subconscious icy emotion gradually enveloped her. It took control of her body, making it impossible to utter another word of comfort.

Hallucinations even began to flicker before her eyes: blood, overwhelming amounts of blood.

Her heart felt as if it were frozen in ice. Breathing became difficult, and her body couldn’t stop trembling.

Yet, the warmth of Lin Song’s palm—steady and moist—pierced through the heavy layers of ice, gradually reaching her heart.

New flesh and blood began to grow beneath the frost. It was painful, yet strangely liberating.

Bai Jun broke into a cold sweat.

She didn’t know what had happened to her in that instant, nor did she know if Lin Song had noticed her abnormality. She only felt exhausted, as if she hadn’t had a good night’s sleep in ages, and desperately needed rest.

But clearly, she had been sleeping quite well most of the time lately.

“Go to sleep.” She heard Lin Song’s voice, which carried a hint of restraint. Lin Song sounded happy—so happy that her voice was trembling.

A gentle kiss, precious and devout, landed on Bai Jun’s forehead.

Lin Song hugged her lightly through the quilt.

“You made it through, Junjun.”

As the night deepened, Bai Jun fell into a profound dream within her lover’s embrace.

The darkness was long, but eventually, dawn broke. In a daze, Bai Jun felt as if she were sleeping on a hard wooden bed in the village. The quilt smelled of sunlight, and across the vast stretch of time, the warmth in the girl’s hand remained burning hot.

With the first crow of a rooster in the village, birds took flight from the woods, and the morning sun burst through the rosy clouds.

Everything felt like a new beginning.

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