Chapter 25: Fake play becomes real? "Madam, of course it's about sex...

This secretive owner of Zuihua Tower had ulterior motives. First, he had her pretend to be his wife, then he had her kiss him in public, and now he was brazenly bringing up the idea of ​​going to Wushan together.

Shen Wenji's heart was beating fast, he couldn't figure out his intentions. He couldn't say he was plotting against her, could he? With the power of the Master of Zuihua Tower, why would he worry about not having a stunning beauty throw herself at him?

Could it be that... he was truly kindhearted? Would he be willing to taint himself to help her? This idea was so absurd that she couldn't believe it herself.

Seeing that Shen Wenji didn't say anything, Xie Yunqing quietly moved closer, put his arms around her waist, slightly tightened his strength, and held her in his arms.

Shen Wenji looked up in surprise, the hairpins in his hair rustling, the swaying tassels brushing against the edge of the black-gold mask, the tiny and light collision sounds mixed with the sound of friction between the clothes.

The dim light from the corridor was blown into patches by the wind, swaying and sprinkling on her panicked white cheeks.

"Master Boss." Shen Wenji forced a stiff smile, his voice squeezed out from between his teeth, "What are you doing? I haven't agreed yet."

She quietly gathered strength in her fingertips: "Do you still want to force me to go upstairs?"

"How can there be such a thing as forced abduction between husband and wife? Even if there is such a thing, it's just a marital affair." Xie Yunqing teased her with a half-smile, his voice shrouded in playfulness, and even through the mask, the malicious amusement could be sensed: "Even if you struggle and resist, even shouting that I'm not your husband."

He paused deliberately, leaned over and whispered in her ear, his breath burning hot, "Madam, guess, will all these guests... believe you, or me?"

Shen Wenji's eyes suddenly turned cold. She stared intently at the dark eyes beneath the mask and gritted her teeth, "How can you be so sure that I will be imprisoned by you? Do you think I can't defeat you?"

"Hmm..." The man pretended to lower his head and pondered for a moment. After a moment, he explained with a smile: "Xie Yunqing was defeated by me. I heard that you couldn't beat him, so naturally you can't beat me either."

Well, I got even angrier after hearing the explanation.

Shen Wenji stiffened her neck and stubbornly retorted, "Where did you hear that rumor? I let him go out of kindness. If I get serious, even ten Xie Yunqings wouldn't be my match."

"Affection?" Xie Yunqing keenly grasped the key word, his eyebrows slightly raised, and his voice was inquiring, "What kind of affection? Could it be that the lady is in love with him?"

"Nonsense!" Shen Wenji reacted strongly and quickly retorted: "...It's just friendship. I don't like this annoying guy."

The corners of his lips pursed imperceptibly beneath the mask, then slowly relaxed. His voice still held a smile, but it seemed to have sunk into the shadow of the mask, revealing an indescribable sense of desolation. "Then I'm relieved."

"What are you worried about?" Shen Wenji asked with a frown.

Before she finished speaking, her feet were completely off the ground, and her whole body was lifted into the air by an irresistible force.

She screamed, subconsciously grabbed the other person's collar, and looked up to meet the man's dark eyes that were so close to her.

"What are you doing?" There was still panic in his voice.

"It has been said since ancient times that a friend's wife should not be cheated on." The man said without any context.

Shen Wenji was full of question marks. Is the poster really not mentally ill?

His deep voice paused, and he continued, "But since you and Xie Yunqing have no feelings for each other, I'm naturally relieved and have nothing to worry about."

He held her in his arms and walked towards the stairs with steady steps.

Shen Wenji: "..." She finally understood that he was answering her previous question.

"Are you serious? Do you want to make your fake play real?" Shen Wenji tensed his body and put his arm on the man's neck. The action seemed intimate, but his fingertips quietly slid towards the pulsating artery on the side of his neck, and his eyes became fierce.

If she took action here, it would definitely attract onlookers, which would be disadvantageous to her, her senior sister, and the Hehuan Sect. No, she couldn't alert the enemy.

The man had already carried her into the inn's staircase. As they were about to step onto the stairs leading to the second floor, she had to think of some way to deal with it.

Remembering what the man said about not bullying a friend's wife, Shen Wenji closed his eyes and lied, "I admit it. Xie Yunqing and I... do have an affair. Please let me go."

Xie Yunqing: “?”

Feeling that his footsteps had obviously paused, Shen Wenji felt a little happy.

Perhaps this method really worked, so she pressed the issue, "You...you know him too. He appears aloof, but he's actually sullen and treacherous, a jealous wretch. I didn't dare admit him before because I was afraid he'd find out you and I were pretending to be a couple, and he'd take his anger out on you, ruining our friendship."

"Ha." A genuine laugh escaped his mask. Xie Yunqing was furious, but the smile in his eyes was almost overflowing.

He never expected that the little liar in front of him was such a master at talking nonsense, saying different things to different people.

However, after hearing her admit this "affair" with her own mouth, even though he knew it was a lie, a secret sweetness still grew uncontrollably in his heart.

His arms firmly supported her knees and back, and instead of stopping, he walked with an imperceptible briskness.

Xie Yunqing lowered his head, the cool edge of his mask brushing against her smooth forehead. His voice was lazy and smiling, but it left no room for doubt: "Don't talk nonsense. At this moment, you are my wife."

Noticing the person in his arms starting to squirm restlessly again, perhaps wanting to struggle, he tilted his head slightly and placed his lips next to her ear: "Seeing you're so conflicted, I want to help you make a decision."

His voice was extremely low and hoarse, like a temptation: "If you don't want to go to the second floor, jump down now, I will not stop you."

Shen Wenji's struggling movements froze instantly, and he became completely obedient.

Feeling the vague, inquiring gazes from all around, her ears turned red and her voice was as thin as a mosquito: "Can't you just let me go up there by myself? Everyone is watching..."

"This is more realistic." Xie Yunqing spoke seriously, as if he had no intention of taking advantage of the situation. He was only considering the success of the event.

This high-sounding excuse choked Shen Wenji speechless, and her ears turned red as if dripping blood. Embarrassed, she shrank her cheek into the man's arms.

The tip of her nose was filled with the refreshing scent of his body, and Shen Wenji's face began to heat up. She said in a muffled voice, "Then hurry up, it's so embarrassing."

A low, hoarse chuckle escaped Xie Yunqing's throat. He tightened his arms around himself, but his pace deliberately slowed down, with a deliberate lingering air. His voice was lazy and rascally, "I'm weak and can't walk fast while carrying someone."

Shen Wenji: "..."

As soon as they stepped onto the second-floor corridor, a servant came up to greet them with a smile on his face. His eyes darted around as he looked at the two of them and asked flatteringly, "Dear guest, what are you doing...?"

"My wife and I are deeply in love, so I'd like to borrow your bed. Please prepare a good room for us." Xie Yunqing's voice was cold, and his cold eyes fell on the servant. He paused, and with murderous intent, he warned: "If you dare to look at me again... I will not keep your eyes."

The servant was so frightened that his soul was about to be shattered. His restless eyes drooped hastily, and he dared not look at Shen Wenji again. He hurriedly bent down and offered the brass key with both hands: "I dare not, please forgive me, sir. Turn left and go to the sixth room. It is quiet and elegant there, and it is most suitable for guests."

Xie Yunqing raised his palms, exerted a little force with his arms, and gently shook the person in his arms twice.

Shen Wenji was caught off guard and subconsciously hugged his neck tightly, her nose almost hitting the mask on his chin. She raised her eyes and glared at him, saying in a breathy voice, "What are you doing?"

Xie Yunqing's eyes flashed with a mischievous smile. He raised his eyebrows and said with a half-smile, "Madam, hurry up and get the key."

"Oh oh oh." Shen Wenji loosened his arms around his neck, leaned forward to take the key from the servant's hand, and held it tightly in his hand.

Without those soft hands on my neck, I felt a little empty inside.

Xie Yunqing hugged Shen Wenji tightly with evil intentions, and shook her gently. His low voice with a smile penetrated her ears: "Madam, hold on tight. If you accidentally fall, I will be heartbroken."

Shen Wenji rolled his eyes and had to hug her tighter again.

The room on the left corridor was indeed quiet, with few people to be seen.

After the two entered the room, Shen Wenji quickly jumped off him.

She walked quickly to the door, looked around through the crack, and didn't see anyone following them, so she locked the door with confidence.

"Oh, I forgot to tell you that I didn't take the number plates from the back of the necks of those girls in the basement." Shen Wenji turned around and was about to discuss the next steps with the host.

As soon as I turned around, my wrist was tightly grasped by a warm hand. The force was not very strong, but it was so strong that I couldn't break free.

Shen Wenji hadn't expected that the dignified building owner would actually launch a sneak attack. She screamed in surprise and before she could even stand firm, she staggered two steps.

By the time she reacted, her lower back had hit the edge of the bed, and the next second she felt weightless.

Xie Yunqing took advantage of the pulling force and pulled her along, and she fell straight into the soft bedding.

His movements were so fast that she had no time to resist. When she tried to sit up with her arms, a shadow had already fallen on her head.

Xie Yunqing then leaned over, resting his palm on the mattress beside her ear, and held her between his arms and the bed.

A lazy, hoarse voice came from above his head: "I know, that cloaked man, I sent him away a long time ago."

Shen Wenji's back sank into the soft mattress, her nose almost brushing against his Adam's apple. She bent her elbows against his solid chest, trying to distance herself from him. Her brows furrowed, her voice filled with fear and anger: "What are you going to do now?"

"Madam." His voice was low, like the whispers of lovers, with a hint of teasing at the end. "Of course, it's about sex."

Without waiting for her to object, he continued, "Because the walls may have ears, we still have to put in some superficial effort."

Xie Yunqing lowered his eyes, his gaze fixed on her hair, which had been slightly disheveled from her struggle, and his smile deepened. His fingertips unconsciously rubbed the spot where he had just gripped her wrist, as if savoring the delicate touch.

Then, he waved his arm, and several streams of spiritual power overflowed from his fingertips and rushed straight to the corner of the bed.

"Creaky—Creaky—" The heavy bed suddenly started shaking by itself.

Listening to the rhythmic and ambiguous sound, Shen Wenji didn't know what she was thinking. Her ears were red, and her heart was beating so fast that it seemed to want to shatter the shadow cast by the man.

She turned her head sharply, avoiding his scorching gaze, and tried to divert the suffocating atmosphere with business: "There are many innocent girls imprisoned in the basement. I must rescue them all."

"Yeah." Xie Yunqing responded decisively and without hesitation.

So straightforward? Shen Wenji was slightly startled. This rumored cold-blooded and ruthless Zuihualou owner was actually so easy to talk to? It saved her a lot of trouble.

She gathered herself and said quickly, "We'll split up later. I'll go check the rooms in the corridor. Please keep watch for me from a distance."

Seeing that he had no objection, she urged, "There's no time to lose, we're leaving right away, get up quickly."

Xie Yunqing slowly stood up, but did not forget to reach out and pull her up steadily.

When he reached the door, Shen Wenji glanced at the bed that was still shaking and creaking. His cheeks felt hot again and he whispered, "Or else, you should just stop it."

"No." Xie Yunqing refused bluntly. He whispered, "First, we can pretend that there is someone else in the room, and second,..."

He paused and didn't continue, which aroused Shen Wenji's curiosity.

She asked tentatively, "What's two?"

Xie Yunqing's face darkened a little, and he explained very reluctantly: "Secondly, I am not so quick, for fear that someone will spread the news erroneously."

"Pfft..." Shen Wenji couldn't help laughing. She didn't expect that the majestic owner of Zuihua Tower would care about such a small matter.

Xie Yunqing narrowed his eyes slightly, walked over a few steps, and pinched her chin with his slender hand, the force was so light that it seemed like tickling: "Have you laughed enough?"

Shen Wenji hurriedly pursed his lips and nodded vigorously, but the smile in his eyes did not fade away.

His eyebrows were raised, his tone dangerously threatening, and his thumb brushed the corner of her lips: "If you smile again, I will let you experience for yourself...how fast and slow it is."

"Stop laughing, stop laughing." Shen Wenji pushed him away as if he had been scalded, and hurriedly tried to unlock the door. His voice was filled with forced calmness, "Business is important, let's go."

Avoiding the patrolling servants, Shen Wenji sneaked silently in the dim corridor. She decided to start her investigation from the nearest room on the left.

The corridor on the left was probably reserved for the nobles, as only a few of them were lit. She listened carefully and heard the sounds of lovemaking in most rooms, but in the last room, there was no sound but a light.

Despite her doubts, she didn't dare rush in. She carefully pulled out something she had prepared from her sleeve: a paper figurine as thin as a cicada's wing and crafted with spiritual power, something she had seen in the Hehuan Sect's treasury.

With a flick of the fingertips, the paper man slid silently into the crack of the door like a living thing.

Through the eyes of the paper man, she could roughly see the situation inside the house.

There were two people in the room, a man and a woman. The woman was lying on the bed, her face unclear, while the man sat beside her, holding a celadon medicine bowl.

He looked affectionate on his face, but his words were cold and hard: "Drink medicine."

The woman did not react.

The man took a deep breath, scooped up a spoonful of thick black medicine, and handed it to the woman's lips.

The woman's slender pale fingers suddenly raised up and grasped his arm tightly. She resisted with all her strength, clenched her teeth, and refused to swallow even a little.

During the struggle, the medicine juice in the spoon spilled out and the man became furious.

He grabbed the woman's neck, pulled her up forcibly, and pulled her messy hair, forcing her to raise her head in pain.

Then, he picked up the medicine bowl and mercilessly poured the hot and bitter medicine into her forced-open mouth.

The woman struggled, and when her long hair fell, her entire face was completely exposed.

At this moment, Shen Wenji finally saw the woman's face clearly, and her blood instantly froze.

That pale face, filled with pain and despair, soaked by the medicine...

It was her second senior sister, Jiang Xuemian, whom she had been searching for so long, and whose life or death was uncertain.

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The author has something to say: Taking advantage of not being able to see his face, Xiao Xie acts as the OP and does whatever he wants. Not only that, how could anyone be so jealous of him? Hahahaha.

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