After meeting Cai Fei, Du Yuheng was attentive, and tried to trick Cai Fei into leaving with him by lacing his words with false sincerity, claiming that Aunt Mei had been sent elsewhere by the country’s duke and that he would take Cai Fei to her. However, Cai Fei refused to fall for his tricks and refused to leave with him. Du Yuheng became impatient, so he directed two servants to drug Cai Fei with a handkerchief laced with an intoxicating scent. He then used the opportunity of no one supposedly noticing to secretly transport her away from the mansion through a back gate.
Although they said no one noticed, it was in bright daylight. How could no one notice within the spacious Duke An Mansion, where hundreds of maids and servants are moving about? It’s just that everyone wisely pretended not to see what was happening.
Capitalising on his status as the legitimate grandson of the firstborn son, Du Yuheng took Cai Fei away with confidence, given that Du Yu Lang had passed away and he was now the eldest grandson. He planned to take her to his favorite hangout, the Zuihua Pavilion, for his amusement.
Cai Fei’s mind gradually cleared, and her vision became focused. Seeing the unfamiliar room and thinking back to Du Yuheng abducting her, she didn’t hesitate to bite down on her teeth and pull out a red-gold hairpin from her head, keeping it in her sleeve before getting down from the decorated couch.
The design and features of this room were all excellent. Against the eastern wall was a rose-colored cabinet with floral and animal patterns and four doors. Next to it was a pear blossom wood engraved with a hibiscus flower rack, on top of which was a pot of flourishing Su Xin orchids. By the window was a low couch, the antique butterfly cloud pattern cushion on top decorated with a number of colorfully embroidered large soft pillows. On the table beside the couch lay an incense burner with white jade animal carvings, wafting out a thin sweet scent. On the other side of the wall was a delicate flower pear shell-inlay dressing table, adorned with boxes of expensive rouge powder, hairpins, and various jewelry.
As she was watching, Du Yuheng suddenly staggered in from outside, his face a picture of unsatisfied desire. Having finally got Cai Fei in his grasp, he was impatient to savor her. But upon thinking that she was still out cold, like a dead person, and that it would be no fun, he held back. He reasoned that it would be a waste to have a rendezvous hastily with such a rare beauty, and that he should savor her properly instead.
So, he managed to keep himself in check as he waited for her to wake up, sipping his wine in the meantime. Upon hearing her stirring awake, Du Yuheng couldn’t help but go over to her.
"Dear sister, err.. you’re awake..."
Du Yuheng approached her in a lurch, his eyes lewdly ogling Cai Fei, showing his desire.
Cai Fei, on guard, retreated step by step, angrily retorting: "Du Yuheng, why did you bring me here? Aren’t you afraid I’ll report you to our grandfather?"
"Hehe, go ahead and report it. At worst, I, as your elder brother, will take responsibility. I’ll marry you and make you my noble concubine. How does that sound to you?"
As Du Yuheng spoke, he wore a triumphant smirk that betrayed his delight, "Dear sister, I am now the eldest grandson in An Duke’s Mansion, All of An Duke’s Mansion will be mine in the future. If you follow me, you will live in luxury. You will never have to expose yourself and engage in business again..."
After he finished speaking, he suddenly pounced on her, grabbing Cai Fei.
Cai Fei was pinned down on the couch by him, filled with anger and hatred, fear and shame. Her face went red as she struggled with him. Unfortunately, the difference in strength between men and women was too vast, although Du Yuheng was a libertine and in poor health, he was after all a man in his prime. Handling a young girl was more than enough for him.
Seeing his disgusting mouth closing in, and his hands tearing open her blouse, Cai Fei could no longer hold back. She forcefully pulled out the gold pin from her sleeve, and fiercely stabbed it into his shoulder.