Chapter 893: Chapter 893

Chen Yun’s voice left Zhang Yang and Xia Xue stunned.

At this moment, both of them were already naked. If Chen Yun were to come in now, Xia Xue would probably die of embarrassment.

So Zhang Yang quickly said, “Aunt Yun, I’m not really available right now. Do you need something?”

Outside, Chen Yun was momentarily taken aback by Zhang Yang’s response. Not available? Why would Zhang Yang be unavailable?

Chen Yun contemplated a possibility: could Xia Xue be inside?

But even if that were the case, why would it be inconvenient?

Chen Yun never considered that there might be something between Zhang Yang and Xia Xue, so she speculated instead that Zhang Yang might be on a video call with someone.

Perhaps Xiao Man? Or another woman.

Chen Yun had many guesses and was quite curious about what Zhang Yang was up to, but since Zhang Yang had said so, Chen Yun had to agree.

“Alright, I don’t really need anything. Just wanted to see if you were asleep. You carry on, I’ll head back to my room.”

Zhang Yang could probably guess that Chen Yun was in a bad mood today as well.

She also needed comfort, but unfortunately, he couldn’t clone himself right now.

Zhang Yang sighed and then said to Xia Xue, “Cousin, looks like we need to be quieter.”

Xia Xue nodded quickly; she was genuinely scared just now.

Then Xia Xue said something that took Zhang Yang by surprise, “Zhang Yang, do you think if I confess our relationship to Aunt Yun, she’ll support me?”

Zhang Yang was taken aback; this was hard to say.

Before Zhang Yang could answer, Xia Xue self-mockingly chuckled, “Actually, it wouldn’t matter whether Aunt Yun supports us or not; what matters is Xiao Man.”

“What am I thinking? How could I do something to hurt Xiao Man?”

Xia Xue’s tone carried self-reproach, maybe because that man had left this world, giving Xia Xue a false sense of freedom.

It’s not wrong to understand it this way; she just forgot that Zhang Yang also had Xiao Man.

Zhang Yang hugged Xia Xue, “Cousin, do you regret it?”

Xia Xue quickly shook her head, “How could I regret it? I was just speaking casually, it’s not that I’m unwilling, Zhang Yang, don’t overthink it.”

“I… I’ve already lost a lot; I can’t lose you too.”

Listening to Xia Xue’s pitiful words softened Zhang Yang’s heart.

He gently kissed Xia Xue’s red lips. Despite wanting to be loud, the two had to suppress themselves due to the circumstances, restraining as much as they could.

“Zhang Yang, I can’t take it anymore. If this keeps up, I’m really going to lose it.”

Throughout, Xia Xue covered her mouth, but shameful moans still uncontrollably escaped from her throat.

She really couldn’t take it anymore; Zhang Yang was too much.

Every thrust reached the deepest part; though she couldn’t tell how much time had passed, she knew she’d climaxed five or six times.

Her body was already weak, devoid of energy.

But Zhang Yang still…

“Zhang Yang, you’re too strong. I can’t take it anymore. Go find someone else.”

After saying this, Xia Xue hugged Zhang Yang’s pillow and went to sleep.

Zhang Yang felt somewhat helpless, “Cousin, aren’t you being too irresponsible?”

As he spoke, Zhang Yang intended to grab Xia Xue’s slender jade legs, causing Xia Xue to shrink in fright and cover herself with the blanket.

Xia Xue had a premonition that if she didn’t do this, Zhang Yang wouldn’t stop all night.

Zhang Yang had an uncontrolled fascination with her; Xia Xue could feel it clearly.

But she really couldn’t take it, “Zhang Yang, I’m sorry. If we keep going, cousin will be ruined by you. Why don’t you go find Cheng Yue.”

Zhang Yang pinched Xia Xue’s cheek, “Alright, you get some sleep. I’ll take a cold shower.”

Xia Xue nodded and decided to rest quickly while she had the chance. If Zhang Yang still wanted more later, she’d continue.

But Xia Xue was really exhausted, so as soon as Zhang Yang left, she fell asleep.

After showering, Zhang Yang noticed Chen Yun’s room light still on, so he headed over.

“Aunt Yun, you’re still awake?” Zhang Yang asked.

At the moment, Chen Yun was sitting alone on the bed, dazing at her wedding photo with Zhang Tiande.

Hearing Zhang Yang’s voice, Chen Yun quickly put down the photo.

“Zhang Yang, why are you here?”

Zhang Yang smiled gently, saying calmly, “Aunt Yun, a hundred days of deep affection between a couple doesn’t need to be hidden from me.”

Upon hearing this, Chen Yun shook her head, tears suddenly uncontrollably streaming down.

“Zhang Yang, the relationship between Zhang Tiande and I was quite good before; I just don’t know when things changed. Maybe it was when I realized he was always biased towards our son, ignoring Xiao Man, or when he had health issues and kept deceiving himself—my feelings for him wore away bit by bit.”

“Until these last two incidents, I don’t know if it’s Zhang Tiande’s true nature or if hatred has blinded him.”

“I regret marrying Zhang Tiande and not fulfilling my duties as a wife, helping him become a good person.”

“My marriage is already lifeless; he contacted me just now.”

Zhang Yang’s expression changed, “He dares to harass you? I’ll go find him.”

Seeing Zhang Yang’s furious look, Chen Yun was quite touched but hastily held Zhang Yang back.

“It’s not harassment. He just said he wouldn’t divorce me this lifetime, even if he can no longer be a man, he won’t divorce me.”

Zhang Yang frowned, “Bastard, I guess I was too lenient.”

Chen Yun held Zhang Yang’s hand tightly, “Zhang Yang, honestly, I’m not that angry anymore; it’s just that I find him quite pitiful.”

“I understand his thinking. He wants to find the last shred of manly dignity in me.”

“He wants to keep me so people know he has a wife, a woman, to cover his incompetence.”

“Since he wants to deceive himself, then let him be.”

“This marriage can no longer bind me, Zhang Yang. Could you help me sort through his things to return or burn them?”

Zhang Yang smiled, “Of course, no problem.”

Right now, Zhang Tiande couldn’t do much. Zhang Yang estimated that he wouldn’t dare trouble Chen Yun anymore.

As long as Chen Yun ignored the marriage, Zhang Tiande wouldn’t be a threat.

After that, Zhang Yang helped Chen Yun tidy up. There weren’t many things, but they weren’t few either.

The two spent an hour cleaning up, and after placing the photo in a box, Zhang Yang asked the sweat-soaked Chen Yun, “Aunt Yun, is there anything else?”

“There’s still one more,” Chen Yun suddenly blushed.

Just as Zhang Yang wondered what it was, Chen Yun suddenly unhooked her bra and pulled it out, “He bought this for me, and I happened to wear it today. Let’s burn it later.”