The Venomous Wife Let Me Go - Chapter 27.2

There were four rooms upstairs. As she saw the layout, Bai Jun fell into a daze.

Two bedrooms, a study, and a perfume laboratory. The rooms were painted green and filled with various beautiful dolls. A breeze blew past, making the wind chimes ring out like the crisp laughter of young girls.

In a trance, she remembered. In her distant, blurred memories, she had once told Bai Hong about a wish.

“When I grow up, I want to buy a small house with flower fields and a small pond, hidden in a remote and quiet place. Then, I’ll extract natural essences from the flowers and create the best-smelling perfume to give to you.”

Everything here was exactly the style Bai Jun liked. Bai Hong had done even better than she had imagined. Only then did Bai Jun understand what Bai Hong meant when she said, “I’ve wanted to bring you here for a long time.”

Everything here was a gift from Bai Hong. The always silent Bai Hong, who was used to observing everything in secret, had figured out her preferences and remembered her childish wish from years ago. In the years that Bai Jun had forgotten, Bai Hong had worked hard to make it all a reality.

Bai Jun bit her lip. Her chest began to ache with a swelling emotion, and her eyes felt a sudden sting.

During this period, she seemed to be in a constant state of weeping. The hardships of adult life had struck her like a relentless storm, leaving her utterly defenseless.

She never expected that someone had been quietly caring for her and worrying about her in secret, doing everything in their power to make her happy.

Perhaps… growing up wasn’t so hopeless after all. Sometimes, a heart tempered by time shines more brilliantly than a pearl.

Bai Jun couldn’t help but let her gaze fall upon the framed photograph on the nightstand. In the photo, her mother and aunt held her and Bai Hong’s hands; all four of them were smiling radiantly. Looking at her mother’s joyful expression in the picture, Bai Jun covered her head and finally let the tears fall.

It was a long time before Bai Jun wiped her eyes and headed back downstairs. A table had already been set below, covered in steaming dishes of various kinds.

“Welcome, everyone, to our school!”

Since Bai Hong couldn’t drink alcohol, the principal toasted everyone with tea instead. During the meal, everyone removed their masks. Bai Hong, restricted by her diet, sat to the side slowly sipping porridge.

Surprisingly, Bai Jun was the one who ate the most. Her appetite had been poor over the last few days due to the medication, but perhaps the principal’s cooking was truly that good, or perhaps she was simply exhausted from the day’s exertions. Regardless, Bai Jun finished two bowls of rice, eating until she actually began to hiccup.

“Oh, take it slow, Miss Bai. Don’t choke. If you like the food, come back often; I’ll cook for you every day.” The principal looked at Bai Jun with a kindly, beaming face. She stole another glance at her and remarked, “Come to think of it, Miss Bai, you look a bit like someone I saw on TV. What was that show called…”

“Auntie Huang, stop staring at Sister and eat your vegetables!” Bai Hong interrupted by placing a morsel of food into the principal’s bowl.

The principal immediately forgot her train of thought and looked at Bai Hong with an apologetic expression. “I didn’t realize you couldn’t eat these dishes. If I had known, I would have made you a more flavorful porridge.”

“It’s my fault; I didn’t tell you in advance.” Bai Hong’s eyes moved to Bai Jun, who was currently preoccupied with a large chicken drumstick and hadn’t paid any attention to the principal’s remark.

A smile finally returned to Bai Hong’s face. “Besides, seeing Sister eat so happily makes me more joyful than if I were eating something delicious myself.”

Once they were full, Bai Hong and the principal went into the office, appearing to have matters to discuss. A teacher led Bai Jun on a tour of the school, tentatively suggesting, “One of our classes has a homeroom session next. I heard you studied abroad and have an excellent resume; would you be willing to talk to the children about your values?”

The teacher sighed. “Children these days are so influenced by short videos and social media. They are often superficial, dreaming of getting rich overnight. Their attention is scattered; they desperately need proper guidance.”

Bai Jun felt nervous and instinctively wanted to refuse. However, the teacher’s eyes were so earnest that Bai Jun eventually bit the bullet and agreed. She scribbled a rough outline on a piece of paper, and soon, the school bell rang.

Stepping onto the podium and looking down at the children, the oldest of whom were only eight or nine her heart suddenly grew calm. The children were too young for heavy lectures. Instead, she chose to tell stories. She spoke of the origins of the Bai family, the crises the company faced during its development, and how her great-grandfather and grandfather overcame those obstacles.

“My family is indeed quite wealthy,” Bai Jun said after finishing the stories. Looking at the innocent eyes below and thinking of her mortgaged assets, she felt a twinge of guilt. “But every generation of our family worked very hard.”

Later, however, the descendants drifted from their original intentions. The family fell apart, and she had nearly driven herself mad.

“The founding of the Bai Group came from my great-grandfather’s refusal to give up, and his desire to stop the perfume market from being dominated by foreign brands. Now, after several generations, the Bai Group has gained international recognition, proving that domestic perfumes are not inferior to those from overseas.”

“So, sometimes, even if hard work seems useless, if you truly desire something, it’s worth trying. Who knows? A miracle might happen.”

As she spoke these words, Bai Jun felt a stir in her own heart. To some extent, the Bai Group had already fulfilled its mission. Whether the company remained in the hands of the Bai family in the future wasn’t actually that important. As long as excellent domestic perfumes continued to exist, the family’s legacy wasn’t truly lost. That was the glory of her ancestors, but it shouldn’t become a shackle for the future. She had her own path to walk; she was just Bai Jun, and she didn’t represent the entire Bai family.

Realizing this, Bai Jun’s mood suddenly became peaceful. With her mindset corrected and the crushing pressure of her research affecting the group’s survival lifted, she found that she had the urge to develop a new perfume once again. She would continue her research, but this time, it was for herself. Bai Hong had remembered her childhood wish and given her such a wonderful gift; she intended to fulfill her promise and give Bai Hong the best-smelling perfume in the world.

It was evening by the time they left. The principal was a sentimental person. She and Bai Hong had talked in the office for a long time, and though Bai Jun didn’t know what was said, the principal held Bai Hong’s hand with reddened eyes as they departed.

Bai Jun didn’t reach home until after dark. Feeling a rare sense of lightness and joy, she immediately dived into her laboratory. However, once inside, the fountain of inspiration she felt in the village vanished. She felt as if she were trapped in a casing; all her inspiration retreated inward, and nothing she did felt right.

Bai Jun blamed all of this on the “wicked woman.” While she was working, Lin Song knocked on the door to ask what she wanted to eat, severely interrupting her train of thought. Bai Jun lost her temper and demanded several difficult dishes. When the food was ready and Lin Song called her, she sat at the table but didn’t take a single bite.

“I don’t want to eat,” she said in a stiff tone, intentionally trying to provoke Lin Song.

But Lin Song didn’t get angry. She simply reached out and touched Bai Jun’s face accommodatingly, looking almost pleased. “Your complexion looks a bit better, Jun-jun.”

“I heard you had a great time in the village and ate quite a bit, so I figured you might not have much of an appetite. Do you need some digestive tablets?”

This attitude once again made Bai Jun feel like her punches were landing on cotton. It made her feel like she was the unreasonable villain, even though Lin Song was the one with the hidden motives and the “scorpion heart.” She truly hated this life of hypocrisy, pretension, and constant insecurity.

Perhaps… everything would be fine if she just left Lin Song. She thought sadly that she had had enough of this mutual torment. If she stopped interacting with this tempting, wicked woman, she could escape her seduction and stop being bothered by her every day.

She couldn’t help but think of the house at the village school. On the way back, Bai Hong had given her the keys. Could she live there? She would be able to live much more easily in that place. Although the wicked woman had somehow managed to win over Aunt Feng and Xu Tu, she couldn’t control everyone in that village. Living there would give her a sense of security.

But… would the wicked woman agree? She studied Lin Song’s expression. The woman’s eyes were full of smiles; it seemed every time their eyes met, Lin Song was smiling.

Bai Jun pursed her lips. Looking at the barely touched food on the table, she decided to coax the woman. “I’m sorry, Wife! I really can’t eat anymore.”

She proactively reached out and wrapped her arms around the wicked woman’s neck, apologizing in a low voice. “I didn’t mean it.”

But she forgot that the wicked woman was an expert at taking an inch when given a mile. Lin Song’s eyes shimmered. In an instant, she wrapped her arms around Bai Jun’s neck and sat on her lap.

“Doesn’t Jun-jun feel sorry?” Lin Song rubbed her nose against Bai Jun’s. Whether intentionally or not, her skirt pulled up, revealing pale, slender thighs. Her body coiled like a beautiful serpent, twisting into an alluring curve.

“Jun-jun should show some sincerity,” she coaxed softly. “I made five dishes, so I get five kisses. Is that fair?”

Before Bai Jun could react, Lin Song’s kiss fell. This time, her kiss wasn’t forceful; it was incredibly cautious. Starting from Bai Jun’s neck, she moved upward, creating an atmosphere of hazy ambiguity. As she kissed, her body shifted restlessly in Bai Jun’s lap.

How could Bai Jun not understand her intent? That damned woman was seducing her again! Bai Jun nearly ground her teeth to dust. If this had been some time ago, she might have abandoned all reservations, pinned Lin Song down, and punished her for playing with fire, using everything she knew on her.

But… now she only wanted to cut ties as soon as possible. The longer she delayed, the harder it would be to escape.

Ugh! But this woman was truly too alluring. Her kisses were so lingering that they created the illusion of being deeply loved. Her waist was so thin, and her thighs were so pale.

Through the first four kisses, the wicked woman used every trick of seduction, claiming she was hot while unbuttoning her own clothes, her breath like orchids. The veins on Bai Jun’s forehead pulsed as she struggled to remain still, her legs feeling weak and her eyes turning red with restraint.

By the final kiss, the wicked woman seemed frustrated. Reverting to her true nature, the kiss became forceful once more. She began to touch Bai Jun restlessly, even starting to undo Bai Jun’s buttons.

Seeing things were going too far, Bai Jun gripped her hands with bloodshot eyes. “Don’t.”

As soon as the word left her mouth, Bai Jun nearly bit her tongue. Why did her voice sound so delicate and suggestive? It sounded like an invitation!

At that moment, Lin Song’s eyes became incredibly deep. That feeling of being watched by a predator resurfaced. A chill ran down Bai Jun’s spine, and she tried to push Lin Song away to escape, but Lin Song held back once more.

Breathing heavily, she buried her face in Bai Jun’s neck. Her tone sounded like a spoiled child, but the words she spoke made Bai Jun’s heart tremble with fear.

“Jun-jun, you can’t keep teasing me like this!” she complained breathlessly. “If there is a next time, I might really lose control of myself.”

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