Chapter 200 Cold-Blooded Young Marshal 14

Warm tears soaked the clothes on Ling Jiazhen's chest, causing him pain in his internal organs.

His heart ached, as if a gaping hole had been punched in it. He wanted to comfort her, but in the past few years he had faced years of hatred and endless battles. No one had ever taught him how to comfort someone. He didn't know how to be gentle or how to say kind words.

He could only awkwardly comfort her: "I don't mean you don't want to live. Don't be afraid. I'll kill anyone who dares to stop you from living."

Xu Qiuqiu: "..." What kind of comfort is this? How can it be so scary?

Ling Jiazhen noticed that she seemed to be crying less, so he gently stroked her back and softened his tone as much as possible: "Don't be afraid, don't cry."

"Young Marshal, could you please let me go first..." Xu Qiuqiu pleaded softly.

"Hmm." Ling Jiazhen sighed inwardly and let go of her hand.

Her eyes were slightly red, with a few small teardrops on her eyelashes. Her red lips were alluring, and she had a great figure in her cheongsam. He could still feel her soft body just now.

She may seem timid and weak, but she's incredibly stubborn and won't soften up at all.

Xu Qiuqiu calmed herself down and said softly, "Young Marshal, you should go back now."

She looked like she didn't want to see him, and Ling Jiazhen couldn't help but feel annoyed. But remembering how sadly she had cried earlier, he suppressed his anger and handed her a check.

"Young Marshal, what is this?" Xu Qiuqiu didn't understand what he meant.

Ling Jiazhen's voice softened: "Here's your allowance. You can buy whatever you like."

While other women's concubines wore gold and silver, she dressed very simply, and she didn't have many new clothes. He felt sorry for her.

"Why are you giving me this?" Xu Qiuqiu didn't take it, but looked up at him.

She instinctively refused, and Ling Jiazhen's face darkened, his voice becoming more forceful and commanding: "I'll give it to you, so take it."

His expression was inexplicably terrifying, and Xu Qiuqiu was startled. She tremblingly accepted the check.

Looking at the amount on the check, sixty thousand, wasn't that an enormous sum in the Republic of China era?

Seeing that she accepted it, Ling Jiazhen's expression softened a bit. She gave her a deep look and said, "I'm leaving now. Don't worry, I'll take care of everything."

After saying that, he opened the door and left.

The heavy rain continued until late at night before stopping. In a luxurious hotel room, Jiang Lifeng was having sex with a female dancer.

After it was over, the woman in his arms wrapped her body around him like a water snake.

Jiang Lifeng was getting a little tired of her. Although this woman was beautiful, he could tell that she had served many men. Although she knew a lot of tricks, she was not as good as the concubine he had personally developed. She was very inexperienced and had only been with him.

Thinking of the concubines in the house, he thought of the Ninth Concubine, whom he hadn't yet met. He had been too busy with trivial matters to visit her these past few days.

She said she had her period before, but it's been six days now, so it should be over and she's ready to be picked. With such a great figure, she'll definitely be incredibly alluring if trained.

Thinking of Ninth Concubine always reminded him of Ling Jiazhen. He always felt that Ling Jiazhen had feelings for Ninth Concubine, but he wasn't quite sure.

These past few days, he's had people keeping an eye on him. He goes to entertainment venues to drink every day, acting like a spoiled brat who only knows how to eat, drink, and have fun. According to the intelligence his men have gathered, he's only managed to become a regimental commander in Jicheng in the past five years, and is nothing to be afraid of.

He could have done nothing with Ling Jiazhen if he had stayed in Jicheng and not come back. But now that Ling Jiazhen has dared to come back to Lucheng and into his territory, how could he let him go back again? He had to eliminate him completely. So even if Ling Jiazhen was not a threat, he had to die.

He did come up with a good idea to get rid of Ling Jiazhen, so he started by targeting An Yiqiu.

The dancer on Jiang Lifeng's body was still on fire, but he had lost interest. He pushed her away, casually tossed her a check, and said, "Take the money and get out."

The dancer didn't feel humiliated; she took the money, happily got dressed, and left.

In the early morning, after being washed by almost a night of heavy rain, the flowers planted in the Marshal's Mansion bloomed even more brightly.

The dewdrops on the petals were made crystal clear by the sunlight, sparkling with a bright light.

After washing up, Xu Qiuqiu looked in the mirror in her room. The red mark on the side of her neck was even more noticeable, so she had to let her hair down to cover it.

This skin is so prone to leaving marks; I wonder when they'll disappear.

A knocking sound rang out on the door.

"Yiqiu, I'm coming in." Yun Zhizhi's voice came from outside the door.

Before she could even reply, Yun Zhizhi pushed open the door and walked in, carrying a large pile of bags and muttering, "So heavy."

She put her things down on the table and rubbed her slightly sore hands. "Yiqiu, come and have breakfast."

Xu Qiuqiu looked at the bags that almost filled the table. "Breakfast? Is all of this food?"

“Yes.” Yun Zhizhi started opening the bag, introducing the items as she did so: “There’s seafood porridge, shrimp and egg pancakes, milk and bird’s nest dumplings, mung bean cake, crab roe soup dumplings, beef potstickers…”

I read out more than twenty kinds in a scattered manner.

"Sister Zhizhi, I can't eat this much by myself..." Xu Qiuqiu was stunned. She had never had so many kinds of breakfast when she ate with the concubines in the mansion.

Yun Zhizhi said nonchalantly, "It's alright. If we can't finish it, we'll just give it to the servants."

Xu Qiuqiu walked over and asked her, "Why did Sister Zhizhi buy me breakfast?"

And isn't that too extravagant?

Yun Zhizhi smiled and said, "On the one hand, I want to know what Yiqiu likes to eat, and on the other hand, I'm afraid that the servants in the mansion will mistreat her, so I will send her food during this period."

"Sister Zhizhi, you're so kind..." Xu Qiuqiu felt a surge of emotion and hugged Yun Zhizhi. "You don't need to buy so much in the future. I have a small appetite and can't eat this much. It's too expensive..."

When Xu Qiuqiu hugged her, Yun Zhizhi felt a little embarrassed. If it were her, she definitely wouldn't have bought so much.

The young marshal wanted to be good to Yiqiu, but he didn't know what she liked to eat, so he bought some from a well-known shop nearby.

When the people planted in the mansion gave her the things, she was stunned, but they told her not to tell her sister Yiqiu, fearing that she would refuse to eat them, so she could only accept the credit.

She felt a bit exhausted. Bringing food was fine, but couldn't they be a little more discreet? Buying so much must have been exhausting for her to carry. Besides, so much food was too conspicuous. If it weren't for her favor with the family and the servants' habit of her being high-profile, no one would have suspected anything.

She gently patted Xu Qiuqiu's back. "Okay, let's eat breakfast first, it won't taste good if it gets cold."

"Okay." Xu Qiuqiu nodded obediently, let go of her hand, and took her hand in return. "Let's eat together, Sister Zhizhi."

"Okay." Yun Zhizhi quickly agreed. She was tired from carrying all that stuff and wanted to make her money back.