Chapter 199 Cold-Blooded Young Marshal 13

He was about to walk over when Jiang Lifeng stepped forward and took Xu Qiuqiu's hand first.

Seeing the scene before him, Ling Jiazhen felt that resentment and anger were burning him up. He wanted to kill Jiang Lifeng!

As he was thinking this, he suddenly realized he had a gun in his hand, and then he understood that it was all a dream.

But why is it this kind of scene in my dream?

She should love him!

Everything around him began to crumble, and Jiang Lifeng disappeared.

He stepped forward and pulled her into his arms. At that moment, her eyes were filled with love as she looked at him, calling out sweetly, "Ah Zhen..."

He gently asked her, "Qiuqiu, you should have been mine, shouldn't you?"

"Yes, I belong to A-Zhen." Xu Qiuqiu lifted her leg and wrapped it around his waist, her delicate hand stroking his chest.

Her eyes were alluring and captivating, and her red lips glistened with moisture, all of which were seducing him.

He lowered his head to kiss her, caressing her haphazardly until he got close.

She suddenly cried, "No more, you've hurt me, I don't want it anymore..."

He stopped abruptly, his heart aching, and apologized, "I'm sorry, Qiuqiu..."

"I don't want it anymore!" she pushed him away forcefully.

Her resistance ignited his anger. "No, you must be mine!"

Without further hesitation, he put his arm around her waist and quickly began.

When he came to his senses, he saw that she was crying uncontrollably. He tenderly kissed away her tears and said, "Qiuqiu, I'm sorry."

With red eyes, she said, "If you ever hurt me again, I won't play along with you anymore."

He looked into her eyes and promised, "Okay, I won't make you hurt anymore."

Soon all the scenes turned to dust, and Ling Jiazhen gradually woke up.

He rubbed his forehead, a deep sense of loss rising in his heart, while a dark thought lurking deep within him stirred, telling him with absolute clarity: he wanted her, he wanted her to belong to him alone.

She needs to make a good plan. Once Jiang Lifeng dies, she will be all alone and will have no choice but to stay with him. No one will be able to stop him.

The pattering rain pattered against the window, making a series of sounds. Xu Qiuqiu looked out at the dark clouds filling the sky, feeling somewhat uneasy.

Since that day, Ah Zhen has been staying outside and has never stayed at the Marshal's Mansion, so she can't run into him even if she wants to.

Did she go too far?

It's too difficult. The strategy is too complicated. She's never pursued anyone before, so how can she understand people's hearts?

Xu Qiuqiu sighed, and then there was a knock on the door.

She opened the door with a question in her mind. Ling Jiazhen was dressed in a well-fitting shirt and a suit vest. His hair was a little damp, as if he had rushed over.

Realizing it was broad daylight, Xu Qiuqiu was startled. She quickly pulled him into the room, shut the door, and said guiltily, "Why did you come here in broad daylight? What if someone saw us?"

“I came to see Ninth Aunt in broad daylight, why are you so nervous?” Ling Jiazhen looked at her amusedly. “Your behavior is just like mine. What are you so nervous about?”

"..." Xu Qiuqiu was speechless.

Right, that's why her first reaction was to pull him in directly, instead of immediately closing the door when she saw him.

Oh no, her public image has collapsed again!

"No...Young Marshal...I'm so scared...I don't know what's wrong with me..." Xu Qiuqiu tried hard to salvage her innocent image, her face immediately turning red, and her voice stammering, "Outside...no one saw us, right..."

Seeing her frightened and worried look, Ling Jiazhen couldn't bear it and explained to her, "Don't worry, all the servants who serve you have been sent away, so no one can see you."

Ling Jiazhen didn't understand her thoughts, but her first reaction upon meeting him was to pull him in instead of pushing him out, which made him feel much better, even though her expression at the time looked exactly like someone cheating on their husband.

Stealing someone's life? That's a metaphor...

No, if he had met her earlier, she would have been his from the start, and Jiang Lifeng would have had nothing to do with it.

The moment he saw her, he was captivated by her, and this obsession grew stronger with time. It wasn't something that happened overnight; it seemed to have been with him for a long time. Therefore, they should have been a couple.

Seeing that he was staring at her, Xu Qiuqiu panicked a little. "Then...Young Marshal...what brings you here?"

"Can't I come to see you if there's nothing wrong?" Ling Jiazhen slowly walked up to her. "I haven't seen you these past few days; Ninth Aunt hasn't been doing very well..."

He lifted her chin. "Look at these beautiful eyes, they're all dark circles under them, and you don't look as energetic as you did a few days ago. What's wrong? Did the maid mistreat you?"

"I imagine Ninth Concubine isn't living well in this Marshal's mansion. No new clothes, no pocket money, and even the servants don't want to wait on her. Her food, clothing, and daily necessities are all poor. It's truly heartbreaking."

This time, Xu Qiuqiu didn't need to act. She looked at him in surprise and asked, "Young Marshal, how did you find out?"

She hasn't had a good time these past few days. Although she has nothing, she doesn't care, since she doesn't have to have a relationship with the male lead. But how did he know?

"Young Marshal, are you investigating me?"

"Investigation?" Ling Jiazhen released her chin and instead gently touched her face.

Seeing the fear in her eyes, he withdrew his hand, his voice turning cold: "Do I need to investigate? Who in the entire Marshal's Mansion doesn't know?"

How could she possibly be favored? Jiang Lifeng shouldn't even think about touching a hair on her head. Even when he goes out on business, the spies he leaves behind will keep him occupied. And he has always had people watching her schedule, so he knows everything about it.

Xu Qiuqiu took two steps back. "So that's how it is."

Seeing that she wanted to get away again, Ling Jiazhen grabbed her wrist, her eyes filled with anger, "Why do you always try to avoid me?"

Her retreating movement suddenly reminded him of his previous dream; her indifference and wariness were truly infuriating.

Although he won her over in his dream, he never actually had any intimate contact with her in reality.

Thinking of this, he no longer hesitated and pulled her into his arms. Her body was warm, soft, and smooth. The feeling of their first embrace was so wonderful that he felt a deep longing in his heart.

Suddenly being hugged, Xu Qiuqiu was stunned at first, and then wondered whether she should struggle.

Or should we pretend to struggle for a moment?

She started pushing him away, but the more she pushed, the tighter he held her. A warm touch spread across her neck, a sensation both painful and tingling. She moaned softly, her hands growing weak. "Young Marshal... let me go..."

After kissing him, Ling Jiazhen gently licked the red mark that remained.

Looking at her fair skin, with a touch of red—the mark he had left—he said with a sense of satisfaction, "So beautiful."

Xu Qiuqiu leaned against him, tears streaming down her face. She clutched his shirt and sobbed, her voice choked with sobs: "Young Marshal, if you want me dead, just kill me already. There's no need to torment me like this again and again. If others find out, I probably won't be able to survive in this mansion."