Chapter 7 Jealous Flames
“Not here, so how would you know I’ve always treated you as a stand-in?”
The Eldest Young Master tugged at the corner of his mouth in self-mockery and turned to leave.
My heart raced with panic, but it was broad daylight. As the Second Young Master’s Concubine, I couldn’t just chase after him.
I waited until deep into the night, only to find the Eldest Young Master’s door tightly shut.
I stomped my foot in frustration. This was bad—he was truly angry.
While I hesitated, a muffled groan came from inside, followed by a soft, pained gasp.
Worried, I crouched low, slipped around to the back window, and climbed in.
“Why are you here? Shouldn’t you be chasing after your precious Second Young Master?”
By moonlight I saw the flush on his temple—he must have knocked it hard.
His eyes shimmered with unshed tears, stirring pity in my chest.
I swallowed hard and reached for his sleeve. “What precious Second Young Master? Come closer and look properly. In my heart there’s only one good Eldest Young Master.”
After a round of sweet coaxing, he finally spoke to me. “Ah Yao, why did you become my second brother’s Concubine? Am I just his replacement in your eyes?”
I was busy tugging at his clothes, my mind filled with thoughts of making a child quickly.
His words made my heart skip. I feared he would get angry again and refuse to try for a baby.
I lifted my head and kissed his brow. “How could that be? The Eldest Young Master is the very best.”
The candle flame popped once. His lashes fluttered and he obediently buried his face in the crook of my neck. “Even if I’m only a stand-in, it doesn’t matter—as long as you’re mine.”
In that moment I wanted nothing more than to rip off his last layer and unleash everything I held back.
But he caught my hand first.
“Not so fast, Ah Yao.”
The Eldest Young Master knelt on the bed. Orange candlelight glowed across his face, yet his ears burned brighter than the flame.
He guided my hand to the tie at his waist. With one graceful pull the inner robe slipped away, revealing a breathtaking picture of red plum blossoms in full bloom.
Especially the pair side by side—they bloomed with wild, bewitching color.
I stared, throat working hard.
“Ah Yao, are you satisfied?”
“Satisfied. Of course I’m satisfied.”
“Since you’re satisfied…” He leaned down and nipped my earlobe. “…then don’t think about any other man again.”
I had no room in my head for anyone else.
I also had no time to wonder why a supposedly frail man could be so fierce at night.
Under his relentless effort and my eager response, the physician finally gave the clear answer:
“Congratulations, Madam. You are one month with child.”