Chapter 176: This Matter Today Definitely Won’t End Peacefully
“You, you bastard…” No one had ever spoken to Fu Qing like this before. She was both ashamed and angry, raising her hand to slap the Heir of Marquis Zhaoyang across the face.
The Heir of Marquis Zhaoyang was not a servant or maid from her home waiting to be hit by her. He raised his hand and grabbed Fu Qing’s wrist, using a clever twist to gently wrench her hand behind her back, then pulled her forward. Fu Qing’s entire body was drawn into his embrace, her surging chest directly pressing against his chest muscles.
“Bastard, let go of me now!” Fu Qing was forced to stick to his chest, her chest hurting from being pressed, her face turning red and then pale, both from anger and shame. She couldn’t help but curse.
Being cursed at didn’t anger the Heir of Marquis Zhaoyang at all. With warm, soft jade in his arms, he was already restless with desire. He lowered his head and deeply sniffed at Fu Qing’s neck, closing his eyes in intoxication, savoring it endlessly.
“Let go of me! Let go of me!” Fu Qing was about to cry, twisting her body desperately, no longer caring about the intense pain coming from her arm.
“Heh, let go?” The Heir of Marquis Zhaoyang suddenly opened his eyes, a flash of gloom passing through his cold, sinking gaze. He increased the force in his hand, and with his other hand swept away the leftovers on the table, pressing Fu Qing’s upper body onto the table with his own body.
“You, what are you going to do?” Fu Qing looked at his increasingly bloodshot eyes and finally felt afraid, her voice trembling as she asked.
“What am I going to do? Don’t you know what I want to do? Damn it, I’ve been fawning over you openly and secretly for years, but your heart has never been on me. Today, I’m going to do you, and see if you have the face to go flaunt yourself in front of Mo Ziyuan afterwards!” As his words fell, the clothes on Fu Qing’s chest were torn open with a “rip” by the Heir of Marquis Zhaoyang.
“No, let go of me, ah~ no, I beg you, don’t do this to me. Don’t you like me? I’m willing to marry you, as long as you let me go, I’m willing to marry you, I beg you, no~” Fu Qing begged incoherently.
However, her appearance caused the Heir of Marquis Zhaoyang’s nerves, already tense to the extreme, to snap with a “twang”. In his ears was only Fu Qing’s shrill crying scream, but he didn’t hear a single word of the content. He just felt the sound was annoying, so without thinking, he lowered his head and kissed that small mouth that kept opening and closing.
“Let go… mmph~” Fu Qing twisted her neck hard to avoid the stinking mouth kissing down, but her chin was held in place, unable to move anymore, and could only passively endure the Heir of Marquis Zhaoyang’s violent kiss.
Fu Qing’s little maid had been locked outside the room by the Heir of Marquis Zhaoyang from the beginning, and by now had been taken by his servant into the adjacent private room.
“You, what are you going to do to my young lady?” The little maid trembled in fear, forcing herself to ask.
“Don’t worry, my young master has admired Miss Fu for many years and won’t do anything to her.” The Heir of Marquis Zhaoyang’s servant said to her with a fake smile: “You’d better not think of going over to disturb my young master’s good time, otherwise whether you can keep your life is uncertain.”
The little maid shook her head frantically. She could vaguely hear her young lady’s shouts from next door, but there was nothing she could do. She curled herself into a ball in the corner and covered her ears tightly.
Lin Xin sat on the chair, idly playing with the teacup, and asked Mo Ziyuan, “Aren’t you going to do anything about it?”
Mo Ziyuan shook his head, “I have no standing to intervene.”
“Tsk tsk tsk, pretty heartless, huh? After all, she’s liked you for so many years, and you’re just going to watch her get ruined like this?” Lin Xin raised an eyebrow and asked.
“Having feelings only for you is enough for me; I have no extras left for her.” Mo Ziyuan answered seriously.
“Not afraid you can’t explain to your brother?”
“Climbing up to Marquis Zhaoyang is enough to make the Fu family happy; no need for me to explain anything!”
“Huh? The Fu family is that unscrupulous? With Fu Qing’s personality, she must have been spoiled by her family! Her parents can bear to trade her for benefits?” Lin Xin didn’t understand.
“What’s strange about that? Do you think those noble young ladies learn piano, chess, calligraphy, painting, and household management from childhood, and are raised in luxury, for nothing? It’s all so they can marry well and then help their family!” Mo Ziyuan said sarcastically.
“What if they have someone they like in their hearts?”
Mo Ziyuan helplessly knocked her head, “How would I know!”
“If you don’t know, then don’t knock me!” Lin Xin glared at him discontentedly.
Mo Ziyuan was just about to say something when a miserable howl suddenly came, startling both of them.
They looked at each other and said in unison, “Something’s happened.”
“Should we go take a look?” Lin Xin asked.
“Let’s go take a look!” Mo Ziyuan was extremely unhappy inside; he didn’t want to go at all, but that sound just now was clearly from the Heir of Marquis Zhaoyang. Even for the sake of Marquis Zhaoyang, he had to show up if he made it in time.
They had just stood up when another loud bang came—it should be the room door being violently kicked open—followed by a woman’s scream: “Ah~ Young Lady, you…”
The two quickened their steps out of the private room and found many people already gathered at the staircase entrance. The outermost private room door was half-open, with men’s miserable screams and groans mixed with women’s terrified sobbing whispers, extremely chaotic.
Mo Ziyuan shielded Lin Xin as they reached the private room door and looked inside. They saw a young man in fine brocade clothes clutching his lower abdomen, curled up like a shrimp, the screams coming from his mouth. Two people dressed as servants knelt helplessly one on each side, their faces visibly panicked.
Not far from him, the floor was a mess with shattered porcelain and cold meal scattered everywhere. In the corner of the private room, Fu Qing huddled in her little maid’s arms, clothes disheveled, still in shock.
When Mo Ziyuan’s figure appeared at the private room door, a fierce spark suddenly burst in Fu Qing’s previously dim eyes. She pushed away the little maid in front of her and rushed over, asking rapidly: “Zi Yuan brother, you’re here to save me, right? You came over when you heard the sounds from here, so you do have me in your heart, right?”
Lin Xin was truly convinced; she didn’t know why her thought process was so bizarre. Instead of thinking about how to resolve the current situation, she only cared if Mo Ziyuan had her in his heart. Wasn’t she afraid that the Heir of Marquis Zhaoyang, who she had made unable to get up, would hold a grudge and cause trouble?
Moreover, Mo Ziyuan wouldn’t cooperate by giving the answer she wanted!
Sure enough, facing the pouncing Fu Qing, Mo Ziyuan dodged to the side, letting her miss, then quickly pulled Lin Xin farther away.
The Heir of Marquis Zhaoyang, who couldn’t get up from the intense pain continuously coming from that unspeakable place on the ground, heard every word Fu Qing said clearly. He suddenly felt the painful spot hurt even more. Enduring it, he rolled over and glared viciously at Mo Ziyuan, issuing a threat: “This matter definitely won’t end well today. The Heir of Dingguo Duke had better not meddle, or my Marquis Zhaoyang’s Manor will have to clash with you.”
