Chapter 5: Opening the Heart’s Knot

Chapter 5: Opening the Heart

With their bodies moving in harmony, clothing was no longer a barrier. As Ye Feng slowly entered Wen Biyun’s delicate form, two streams of tears slipped quietly down the woman’s cheeks—whether from regret or exhilaration, it was hard to tell—adding a touch of moisture to the already sultry atmosphere of the room.

After a long, passionate interlude, Wen Biyun gently pushed the young man away. “Ye Feng, look at me.” Still savoring the lingering pleasure with this beautiful woman, Ye Feng immediately lifted his head at her words.

“Ye Feng, do you truly love me?” Wen Biyun’s gaze was filled with deep affection and glimmering tears, the pain of so many years welling up all at once.

“Aunt Wen, I swear—if I, Ye Feng, do not cherish and love you for as long as I live, may the heavens take me, may I meet a miserable end, may I—” Ye Feng raised his hand, holding up three fingers in a solemn vow. Hearing his oath, Wen Biyun pressed her hand gently to his lips, stopping him from saying more, and whispered tenderly, “That’s enough. I believe you.”

Then she cradled Ye Feng’s head in her arms, and took the initiative to slip her fragrant tongue into his mouth. As they kissed deeply, tears slid down her charming face, falling onto the pristine sheets. Years of self-restraint and purity, all undone by this mischievous young man. For years, she had guarded her virtue, remaining chaste and upright.

Many had speculated over the years why Wen Biyun never remarried, leading to endless conjecture, but none could have imagined what transpired this day—a sincere young man had taken the treasure she had guarded for so long.

Two hours passed before the two reluctantly parted. Seeing the woman’s look of deep satisfaction, the man’s heart swelled with pride; to conquer the woman he loved most was always a man’s greatest triumph.

At seven thirty that evening, Wen Biyun and Ye Feng descended into the hotel lobby. After being so thoroughly loved, the mature beauty looked even more radiant, especially under the brilliant lights of night. Ye Feng could not take his eyes off her, practically drooling.

Wen Biyun shot him a playful, scolding glance. “Stop staring, you little rascal!” But seeing how deeply he was captivated by her, Wen Biyun’s heart brimmed with joy. What woman wouldn’t delight in being the object of such longing?

She turned and strode to the front desk, reporting the theft from the warehouse and instructing the manager to call the police at once and dismiss the storekeeper. In that moment, Wen Biyun resumed her usual decisive demeanor—the very quality that allowed her to command respect and authority in this hotel.

As Ye Feng approached the door, he again saw the strikingly beautiful hostess. He flashed her a smile. Earlier, she’d heard during a shift change that the young man accompanying the general manager was her nephew, a veteran. No wonder his bearing was so commanding and handsome, making hearts race at first glance.

After giving her instructions to the manager, Wen Biyun approached the hostess and spoke softly, “Xiaomei, make sure you go straight home after your shift, all right?”

The hostess blushed and nodded. Ye Feng found her shy demeanor quite endearing, and couldn’t help but steal a second look—only to be caught by Wen Biyun. On their way home, she twisted his ear and scolded him, “Were you eyeing that hostess?”

Ye Feng smiled, feigning innocence. “Ouch, Aunt Wen! Not so hard! I wasn’t, really!” He wondered why she always twisted his ear in particular—such a sensitive spot! Why do girls always go for the ear? Is this some secret tradition? Ye Feng lamented to himself.

Wen Biyun chided him again, “Still denying it? Your eyes were about to fall out of your head!” She couldn’t let him off so easily, though she didn’t dare be too rough, afraid of hurting the man she loved.

Suddenly, Ye Feng swept the beautiful woman into his arms, startling Wen Biyun enough to release her grip and wriggle free, blushing as she rebuked him, “We’re on the street—what are you doing?”

She glanced around and, seeing no one nearby, Ye Feng grinned. “Aunt Wen, who is this Xiaomei to you?” Even now, his heart was full of curiosity about such a lovely girl.

Seeing the coast was clear, Wen Biyun whispered, “You’re still pretending you didn’t notice her? She’s my second brother’s daughter—my niece, Wen Xiaomei. Don’t you dare set your sights on her, do you hear me?” She huffed. Men these days were always looking to stray—she’d have to keep a close eye on him!

Ye Feng looked at Wen Biyun with utmost seriousness. “Now that I have you, Aunt Wen, there’s no room for any other woman in my heart. Isn’t that right, my dear Wen, my beloved Biyun?” At hearing him call her “Biyun,” Wen Biyun blushed with both anger and embarrassment. “What nonsense is this?”

She reached again for his ear, but Ye Feng dodged away, laughing. “My dear Biyun, my dear Biyun!” He darted off, with Wen Biyun chasing after him, feeling as if she were transported back to her first love. That sweetness had been absent for so many years. She realized that since her husband’s passing, after taking sole charge of the hotel, she hadn’t truly smiled or felt happiness until now.

As they neared her home, Wen Biyun stopped at the corner. “Ye Feng, I won’t go in with you. Remember to come to work at the hotel tomorrow.” She turned to leave, but Ye Feng caught her soft hand, pulled her into his embrace, and kissed her rosy lips, drawing out her sweet tongue.

Wen Biyun was startled by his boldness, pounding his broad back in protest, but gradually melted into his passionate kiss. In the quiet depths of the alley, beneath the muted glow of streetlights, the love between a young man and a mature woman truly began.

At the same time, Ye Feng began to erase the shadow left by Wen Biyun’s late husband, gradually drawing her heart fully into his own, making her his in every sense.

In the past, officials and businessmen alike had coveted Wen Biyun, but she had refused them all. Who could have imagined that it would be this young man who would finally win her over, melting her like a snowflake in his world, and drawing her into his life as well. On this night, because of him, she was no longer alone.