The Hot-tempered Young Master and His Village Flower Child Bride - Chapter 34

Chapter 34: First Night (R-19)

The air in the car was thin and the temperature was low.

Chu Zhi Lu listened to Liu Xiangjun speak with a blank expression and lowered eyes.

The woman before her was her biological mother. They had strikingly similar eyes, yet Liu Xiangjun was also someone else’s wife and mother. Her husband was powerful and influential, and her daughter was lively, outgoing, and assertive—a stark contrast to Chu Zhi Lu.

These dual identities seemed like insurmountable chasms separating them. Chu Zhi Lu felt no warmth or sense of security in her presence and was convinced that maintaining their previous distance was best.

Liu Xiangjun remained the esteemed Madam Tang, fiercely devoted to her only daughter

Choking back tears, her biological mother explained that she had never known her daughter still existed until a friend forwarded Chu Zhi Lu’s interview and remarked on their striking resemblance. Only then, refusing to give up hope, did she start investigating. She wasted no time coming to find her, desperate to see her.

Liu Xiangjun struggled to steady her trembling voice. “I wronged you in the past. Please give me a chance to make amends. I don’t expect you to accept me immediately. I only ask that you see me occasionally.”

Assuming what she said was true, her fault in this matter was minimal. It was her parents who saw Chu Zhi Lu as a burden and sent her away while her mother was out of town on a business trip.

When she returned, her parents told her that Chu Zhi Lu had fallen ill and died young. They said they hadn’t informed her because they didn’t want her to see the child’s pitiful and frightening corpse. In Chinese culture, children who die young are believed to have come only to occupy the place of their parents’ own children, so they cannot be buried or given a tombstone. In the end, Liu Xiangjun never even knew where her child’s body had been disposed 

Chu Zhi Lu couldn’t describe the emotions churning within her. Perhaps it was her cold detachment. When her biological mother came to her door claiming she hadn’t abandoned her, Chu Zhi Lu felt neither joy nor sorrow. She felt confusion and pressure. She wanted to escape, to avoid any change, and to reject this unfamiliar blood relation.

Clutching her skirt, Chu Zhi Lu said in a flat tone, “Before this, you had a happy and fulfilling family, and I was content with my own life. Therefore, we don’t need to change anything, and I don’t need any compensation.”

“You don’t need to change anything. I live in City A now. Just let me see you when I visit you at university.”

Chu Zhi Lu turned her head to look at the chicks following their mother hen along the roadside. This kind of close-knit relationship should have felt warm, but Chu Zhi Lu felt that she would never be able to get used to it in her lifetime.

“Mm.”

Chu Zhi Lu exchanged WeChat contacts with her and declined her invitation to lunch, eager to end the conversation immediately. Liu Xiangjun’s makeup was smudged from crying, and her voice was hoarse. “Can I hug you?”

“Mm.”

Liu Xiangjun hugged her tightly, her tears soaking the fabric of Chu Zhi Lu’s shoulder and leaving it damp, cold, and slightly itchy.

Chu Zhi Lu didn’t return the embrace. After a moment, she gently pulled away. “Alright, you should go home now.”

Liu Xiangjun looked lost and forced a smile. “Then… we’ll keep in touch.”

Chu Zhi Lu went inside. Grandma wasn’t home, but Zhao Xunyu was sitting in the living room. She sat down, collapsing limply into his arms. “Where’s Grandma?”

Zhao Xunyu cradled her head with one hand and gently combed her hair with the other. “She said she had something to take care of and left.”

Chu Zhi Lu closed her eyes and wrapped her arms around his waist.

Zhao Xunyu had heard from his grandmother that a woman claiming to be Chu Zhi Lu’s biological mother had come looking for her. Seeing her current state, he was almost certain that their relationship was genuine.

“How about going back to the room for a nap?” he asked softly.

Chu Zhi Lu shook her head. “Didn’t you say we were going on a date?”

“We can go tomorrow.”

“No, I want to go today.”

Zhao Xunyu readily agreed.

As he drove the electric scooter, she sat behind him, her arms wrapped tightly around his waist and her cheek pressed firmly against his back. She closed her eyes and let her mind drift. The cool breeze lifted her long black hair, but it failed to untangle the turmoil in her heart.

She tightened her grip, trying to draw strength from him.

She had suggested the date. But she seemed distracted most of the time. This was true whether they were playing claw machines or riding roller coasters at the amusement park.

Zhao Xunyu sighed and lifted her off the carousel by her waist. He tilted her chin up with two fingers and said, “Hey, you’re making me think you’re about to break up with me.”

Chu Zhi Lu tugged at the corner of her lips. “We’re not even together yet. How can we break up?”

Zhao Xunyu didn’t reply. He pulled her out of the amusement park, and she followed without asking questions.

When she saw the hotel ahead, she snapped out of her daze and raised an eyebrow at him.

“What? Scared?”

She immediately pulled her ID card from her bag, handed it to him, and strode into the hotel ahead of him.

***

Zhao Xunyu had decorated the room earlier that day. Rose petals formed a heart on the pristine white bed, and a layer of petals covered the carpet. A large bouquet of roses sat on the bedside table. Champagne, colorful candles, and rainbow balloons completed the romantic ambiance, as did the double happiness character pasted behind the door.

As Chu Zhi Lu surveyed the room, Zhao Xunyu locked the door, pulled her into his arms, and led her to the bed. He gently pushed her down onto it.

He knelt to remove her shoes and said, “Just lie here and contemplate life, okay?”

He turned on the bedside lamp, drew the curtains, and climbed into bed on the other side.

Once he was settled, Chu Zhi Lu rested her head on his stomach, folding her hands demurely over her lower abdomen.

It was a remarkably docile posture.

The warm, amber light created a sense of security, perfect for sharing confidences. Chu Zhi Lu nuzzled her head against him affectionately. “The woman who came to see me today was my biological mother.”

Zhao Xunyu gently combed through her hair. He hummed in acknowledgment and let her speak when she was ready, not pressing her to continue.

Chu Zhi Lu’s voice was barely a whisper, drifting through the air. “She said she didn’t abandon me. After my father died, she struggled to raise me alone and couldn’t find a suitable match through arranged marriages. Her parents saw me as a burden. While she was away on a business trip, they abandoned me and told her that I had died.”

Zhao Xunyu’s hand paused momentarily before he replied, “Mm.”

He wondered if the woman’s sudden desire to acknowledge Chu Zhi Lu as her daughter stemmed from genuine discovery or ulterior motives.

“If what she says is true, then it’s not her fault. My biological mother never intended to abandon me. But it’s strange—even though I don’t believe she’s done anything terribly wrong, I feel averse to her attempts to get close. When she said she wanted to make up for lost time, I felt suffocated. I have no desire to see her again or have anything to do with her.”

Zhao Xunyu frowned. “Are you absolutely certain she’s your biological mother?”

“She showed me photos of me as a child. Besides, our eyes are very similar.”

“Hm. It’s perfectly normal that you don’t want to get close to her. Even if she is your biological mother, she’s still a stranger to you, connected to you only by blood. Besides, Grandma raised you. Given Grandma’s personality, it’s no wonder you have intimacy issues. How could you possibly expect a tearful mother-daughter reunion?”

Chu Zhi Lu fell silent. ‘It’s true,’ she thought. After she grew up, her grandmother rarely spoke kindly to her and never took her anywhere. From a young age, she had always felt more comfortable being alone.

She could easily accept being close to Zhao Xunyu because he posed no threat to her personal space. She didn’t need to worry about finding conversation topics to avoid awkward silences. Even when they were silent, she felt no embarrassment. His easygoing nature embraced her completely, and he genuinely rejoiced in her happiness.

Most importantly, the emotional distance she felt from her family had little impact on her romantic feelings. She might never be able to tell her grandmother ‘I love you,’ but she had no trouble saying it to Zhao Xunyu.

Zhao Xunyu frowned, still pondering the matter. The car this morning had looked expensive, so Chu Zhi Lu’s biological mother clearly wasn’t after her scholarship money. Was she trying to reclaim Chu Zhi Lu in order to bask in the glory of her daughter’s success as Top Scholar? Or had she discovered that Chu Zhi Lu was a high-IQ goddess and planned to marry her off to a wealthy family for personal gain?

Of course, these were just wild speculations that he would never voice to Chu Zhi Lu.

As he pondered these conspiracy theories, contemplating whether Chu Zhi Lu’s biological mother had been genuinely innocent in the past or was now deliberately distancing herself, Chu Zhi Lu’s playful hand reached for his still-sleeping m*mber.

Zhao Xunyu snapped out of his thoughts and glanced down. “What are you doing?”

After the family reunion drama, he knew she was feeling down, and his earlier fantasies had long faded. He just wanted to properly comfort her.

Chu Zhi Lu continued her random kneading, physically demonstrating what she was doing. Yet her movements seemed casual. Her lowered gaze and docile demeanor suggested she had no intention of flirting with him.

Zhao Xunyu hauled her up, pinned her against his ch*st, and said, “Stop teasing me.”

She traced ambiguous patterns on his ch*st and replied, “Don’t you want to?”

Zhao Xunyu bent one leg and straddled her hips. He said firmly, “I don’t want to. I don’t want to at all.”

Chu Zhi Lu tilted her head back to meet his gaze, trying to gauge the truth in his words.

“Do you think I’m stupid? You’re clearly distracted right now. You’d probably be thinking about someone else halfway through! I’d cry myself to death! It’s my first time, you know? How can the mood be right if the feelings aren’t there? That would cause trauma.”

“Do you think I’m just using you for a distraction?” she asked.

Zhao Xunyu grunted irritably. That was exactly what he was thinking.

Chu Zhi Lu squirmed in his arms and said, “I’m bursting with pent-up frustration and have nowhere to vent it. Can’t you help me?”

Of course he would help. Zhao Xunyu cupped her face in his hand, lowered his head, and kissed her. Chu Zhi Lu erupted with unprecedented passion, wrapping her arms and legs around him. Her nimble tongue darted out to tease and l*ck, exploring every inch of his mouth. As expected, his hard p*nis soon pressed insistently between them.

Chu Zhi Lu traced her tongue across his lips as she closed her hand around his sh*ft and began to stroke it. Unable to withstand her soft, languid movements, Zhao Xunyu pressed his hand against the back of her head and began to ravage her mouth. Chu Zhi Lu responded fiercely; their kiss was so intense that it felt as if they wanted to devour each other whole.

After an eternity of tangled tongues and breathless gasps, their lips finally parted; both were panting heavily. Without another move, their eyes locked, sparks flying between them. The room’s temperature rose with each ragged breath; the air was thick with their mingled heat.

Their panting only fueled their desire. Clothes were ripped off impatiently and roughly as Chu Zhi Lu’s soft lips wandered haphazardly down Zhao Xunyu’s face. She paused at his Adam’s apple, l*cking and nipping erratically as if trying to melt this obstacle blocking her path.

Gasping for breath, Zhao Xunyu slapped her rounded b*tt*cks twice. “Wasn’t I helping you?”

Chu Zhi Lu looked up, her eyes misty and w*t, and said, “You’re helping me as a tool”

Zhao Xunyu was dissatisfied. He flipped her over, pinning her beneath him. “A tool is passive. I want to serve you actively.”

He took a full, ripe peach into his mouth and s*cked hard. After s*cking her n*pple until it was bright red and er*ct, he pressed the tip of his nose against the bottom of her br*ast and pushed upwards again and again. When the overflowing fl*sh reached his mouth, he opened it and bit into her br*ast.

Having had his fill, he continued kissing downward, lingering around her navel. His hand slipped between her half-parted thighs, and his middle finger slid into her w*tness, teasing and kneading. Chu Zhi Lu let out a mournful cry.

Warm light bathed her body, intensifying her desire. Zhao Xunyu spread her legs wide and pressed his lips against her plump, dripping v*lva, circling and teasing relentlessly.

Chu Zhi Lu arched her back, desperate for release. However, Zhao Xunyu pretended not to notice and instead gently ground his teeth against her cl*toris.

Worn down by his relentless teasing, Chu Zhi Lu’s body collapsed limply. Her flower-like opening contracted and relaxed continuously, overflowing with glistening fl*id. Zhao Xunyu gently probed with his index finger, barely inserting it before countless invisible mouths within the cavity clamped down. This sent a tingling numbness through his tailbone. He buried his face deeper, gripping her waist as he devoured her with his mouth. He s*cked tightly, like a suction cup, to capture every drop of her essence. Occasionally, he thrust his tongue into her empty depths. When her soft moans reached his ears, he soothed her by slowly gliding his tongue across her butterfly-like fl*sh.

During the days he couldn’t be with Chu Zhi Lu, he had been diligently studying online, absorbing theoretical knowledge like a sponge. Now was the perfect time to put his newfound skills into practice.

Chu Zhi Lu couldn’t withstand his virtuoso torment. After two waves of release beneath his lips and tongue, she struggled to crawl away.

Zhao Xunyu didn’t stop her. He leaned back against the headboard and vigorously stroked his er*ct p*nis while watching her pant. “It’s overflowing,” he rasped. “Hiss… is the fire out yet?”

His sexy, trembling voice sent a jolt of electricity through Chu Zhi Lu’s bones, making her shudder.

Less than a minute after she had recovered, her slender arms wrapped around him again, her pebble-hard n*pples sliding across his taut, muscular ch*st. Zhao Xunyu hadn’t even finished stroking himself, but her touch made his p*nis throb harder.

He was forced to free his hands and gripped her by the shoulder blades. “Zhizhi, stop messing around…”

Chu Zhi Lu blinked innocently, then suddenly lowered her head and l*cked his hard-0n. The warm, w*t sensation made the veins on his sh*ft throb violently, and Zhao Xunyu’s shoulders trembled. He gasped sharply and turned away from her. “What are you doing? What are you doing?!”

Fearing she would do it again, Zhao Xunyu stood up, pulled her up to his level, and spoke in an exasperated tone. “Are you drunk before we’ve even opened the champagne? Can’t you tell what’s edible and what isn’t?”

Chu Zhi Lu giggled, pressed her nose against his, and stuck out her tongue to poke his lips. “Can’t eat it? I think it tastes pretty sweet.”

Who the hell could resist this? Zhao Xunyu cursed under his breath. “D*mn it! You won’t stop until you’re staring into a coffin, will you?”

Zhao Xunyu gripped her hand and used it to stroke himself. Chu Zhi Lu whispered seductively in his ear, “Let’s do it.”

He only acknowledged her after he ej*cul*ted. “You’re not in the right mood. Let’s do it another day.”

Chu Zhi Lu persisted. “Can’t you feel how ar*used I am?”

Zhao Xunyu could sense her passion like never before, but he suspected she just wanted to release pent-up energy. Afraid that having s*x now would leave her with unpleasant memories, he refused.

Chu Zhi Lu nipped at his earlobe, her breath warm and fragrant like orchids. “I won’t lose focus,” she whispered. “You’re all I’m thinking about right now.”

Her eyes were clear and bright, like the azure sky after a summer rain.

“Really?”

Chu Zhi Lu guided his hand to her lower body. “Really.”

Feeling her w*tness, Zhao Xunyu made a decision. He slid his palm inward, his fingers sinking into the hidden valley. His fingertips found the entrance and gently but firmly probed deeper. Unlike his earlier tentative touches, he curled his middle finger, two knuckles disappearing into the muddy swamp. He gently dug and stirred, creating soft, squelching sounds.

Chu Zhi Lu’s body tensed. “It hurts.”

Zhao Xunyu immediately stopped and withdrew his fingers. He got out of bed, took the painkillers from the table, opened another bottle of water, and handed it to her. Chu Zhi Lu swallowed the pill and smiled. “You were prepared for this, huh?”

Zhao Xunyu placed a c*ndom on the bedside table. “Of course.”

He resumed playing with her, inserting one finger at a time, as if slowly boiling a frog. He had read online that proper dilation would minimize the pain for a woman’s first time.

When all three of his fingers were snugly held within her tight passage, sweat began to drip from his forehead and asked her, “Does it hurt, Zhizhi?”

The intense, aching fullness made Chu Zhi Lu clench her v*ginal muscles involuntarily, causing her lower abdomen to cramp.

Her delicate brows furrowed. “Ugh… so sore… so full…”

Before she could say more, the three fingers inside her began to pump faster. Like a dam bursting, the sensation of losing control spread from the friction against her inner walls. Her soles and toes began to twitch and tingle. With her eyes closed, she arched her hips and instantly reached org*sm. Just then, a massive, throbbing heat pressed against her entrance. Before she could react, Zhao Xunyu withdrew his fingers and replaced them with his stiff, engorged p*nis. He thrust it in with a single, decisive motion.

Swift and unwavering.

After her org*sm, her v*ginal muscles were soft and tender. The sudden intrusion of his p*nis sent a wave of overwhelming pain crashing over her.

“Ah!” Chu Zhi Lu cried out in agony. Tears of unbearable pain instantly welled in her eyes. She slapped Zhao Xunyu’s shoulder as her v*ginal muscles contracted rapidly in an attempt to expel the invading mass.

Zhao Xunyu had only pushed in halfway. Her v*gina felt like countless tiny mouths s*cking at him. He gritted his teeth, holding still, and lowered his head to kiss her in comfort.

Chu Zhi Lu recoiled, sobbing, “Get out!”

This time, Zhao Xunyu disregarded her wishes. He kept his p*nis buried deep inside her, unmoving, and reached down to massage her cl*toris, helping her relax.

Chu Zhi Lu felt swollen and suffocated, as if her ch*st were about to burst. She slapped Zhao Xunyu’s face, a gesture full of frustration, but with the force of a kitten.

Seeing her flushed face and obvious discomfort, Zhao Xunyu willingly took the blow. He tilted his head and kissed away her tears. “You said you wanted this. Just bear with it a little longer. Be good. If it hurts, bite me.”

Chu Zhi Lu bit his shoulder, her voice choked with sobs. “Then hurry up and give me some relief.”

Zhao Xunyu massaged her cl*toris with one hand and her lower abdomen with the other. “Relax. It won’t hurt for long.”

He was in pain, too, but he dared not move. He coaxed her gently until he felt her body relax and her v*gina lubricates again. Gritting his teeth, he thrust in all the way suddenly.

The sudden movement choked Chu Zhi Lu’s sobs in her ch*st. She arched her neck, unable to make a sound; the pressure left her breathless.

“Zhizhi…” Zhao Xunyu buried his face in her neck. His scalding sweat dripped into the hollow of her throat as he called her name in a hoarse voice. “Zhizhi…”

After what felt like an eternity, Chu Zhi Lu finally caught her breath, clinging to him like a drowning person to driftwood. She whimpered softly, her words incoherent.

Zhao Xunyu struggled to push past the tight, tender layers of fl*sh again and again. The veins on his forehead throbbed as he savored this painful yet blissful intimacy; their bodies merged.

Still a v*rgin, all the techniques he had studied were useless; he could not last more than a few minutes. Sensing her legs no longer resisting him, Zhao Xunyu quickened his movements slightly.

Within moments, he ej*cul*ted inside her; the c*ondom contained his s*emen.

He withdrew from her, removed the c*ndom, and carefully cleaned her lower body.

Her ravaged v*lva was flushed crimson and still contracted pitifully.

After finishing, he lay back down. Chu Zhi Lu’s numb feet twitched, and she gently wrapped her arms around his waist. Zhao Xunyu brushed her sweat-dampened hair aside. “Still hurting?”

Chu Zhi Lu bit her lip. “Swollen…”

Zhao Xunyu began massaging her v*lva. “Does this feel better?”

“… A little.”

As he continued, her moans changed, and he felt a warm, sticky w*tness. Zhao Xunyu’s eyes darkened. “Zhizhi’s recovered, hasn’t she?”

“No…”

Zhao Xunyu reached for a c*ndom and put it on. “Liar.”

He inserted two fingers, scooping out more of her floral nectar, and then replaced them with his own fl*sh. Unlike the first time, when the pain had been unbearable, this time, Chu Zhi Lu felt only a dull, swollen ache that she couldn’t clench against, along with a tingling sensation of being filled.

The alternating fullness and numbness gradually evolved into a sense of complete satisfaction. This complex sensation startled her, momentarily disorienting her. She closed her eyes slightly, parted her cherry lips, and a delicate, alluring moan escaped her.

Zhao Xunyu’s mind went numb at the sound. He forcefully spread her legs wider and thrust into her with reckless abandon, his strokes deep and forceful. With each withdrawal, a suggestive ‘pop’ sounded as her seductive, crimson fl*sh reluctantly followed his retreat, only to be pushed back inside with his next thrust. The slapping of his b*lls against her pale b*tt*cks amplified the sounds of their bodies colliding.

Zhao Xunyu’s predatory gaze burned, fixed on her br*asts, which surged wildly with each frenzied movement. Chu Zhi Lu noticed and instinctively reached up to cover herself.

Zhao Xunyu seized her hands and clasped them together on her lower abdomen. Her two full, round br*asts were squeezed, becoming even more er*ct. This made his eyes bloodshot, and his thrusts became more forceful.

Chu Zhi Lu shook her head. “It hurts…”

“Where does it hurt?” His jaw tightened, but he didn’t slow down. Her face flushed crimson as she pleaded, “It hurts… Go slower.”

Zhao Xunyu slowed slightly and gripped her hips, maintaining his position as he pulled her toward the edge of the bed. Then, he stood up and lifted her into his arms. With nothing to hold onto, Chu Zhi Lu clung tightly to his neck, instinctively wrapping her legs around his waist. Her flower still pulsed, drawing him deeper with each contraction.

They f*cked in this position until Zhao Xunyu came twice, his p*nis growing rock-hard again. He f*cked her until her body trembled like a blossom in a storm. She convulsed, her lower belly contracting as she tried to squeeze ej*cul*tion out of him, but she failed. Instead, he pinned her down forcefully, making her spray all over him.

Exhausted from the intensity, Chu Zhi Lu lay limp in his arms after her cl*max, barely conscious. Zhao Xunyu pressed her back onto the bed and f*cked her hard again, finally c*mming after kneading her br*ast.

Afterward, he wiped her clean and cradled her in his arms. Chu Zhi Lu couldn’t open her eyes. Her body felt as if it were floating on clouds and her mind was completely blank.

Zhao Xunyu gently brushed her hair aside and kissed her forehead. “Sleep now,” he murmured.