Chapter 201 Cold-Blooded Young Marshal 15

In preparation for her jewelry purchases for the next two years, Yun Zhizhi ate while trying to find topics to ask Xu Qiuqiu what she liked and what she liked to eat.

She managed to get the information out of them and remembered the answers. After the two of them had finished eating, Yun Zhizhi asked the maid to divide up the unfinished breakfast.

After Yun Zhizhi left, Xu Qiuqiu remembered that Yun Zhizhi's final fate was death. She wanted to know how she died, so she asked 003, "How did Yun Zhizhi die? Was she murdered?"

003 flipped through the data, “It’s not described in detail in the plot, just mentioned in a few strokes. In the early morning, a corpse with its eyes wide open was dumped in the river. There was a bloody hole in her forehead. Nobody knew that she was the warlord’s most beloved eighth concubine.”

It finished speaking with a hint of guilt: "I'm not a main character, so the plot won't go into detail. Even the second male lead's background isn't explained. I'm sorry, host, I couldn't offer you any help..."

"It's nothing." Xu Qiuqiu lowered her head and thought.

The bloody hole in her forehead must have been from a gunshot. The Eighth Concubine was the most favored concubine, so naturally the people in the Marshal's Mansion wouldn't dare to kill her unless... unless Jiang Lifeng wanted to kill her.

She was startled by this idea. Upon closer inspection, she realized that there was no war scene in the story, so it couldn't have been a war-related incident.

In Lucheng, Jiang Lifeng is the most powerful person, and everyone bows and scrapes to him. No one would even think of touching his beloved concubine, so it is highly likely that Jiang Lifeng instructed him to do so.

The maid's voice interrupted her thoughts, "Ninth Concubine, the Marshal requests your presence."

Xu Qiuqiu had no choice but to follow the maid downstairs to the quiet study.

She walked into the room and saw Jiang Lifeng sitting on the sofa chair, with Ling Jiazhen sitting in the chair next to him.

When Ling Jiazhen saw her, a hint of surprise flashed in her eyes, but it quickly disappeared.

Jiang Lifeng smiled broadly and beckoned to the girl, "Yiqiu, come here."

Ling Jiazhen struggled to suppress her anger and coldly said, "Godfather, what are you trying to do? You invited me to your study and brought a woman with you, so you want me to witness this? Godfather, you are truly lewd, thinking about women in the middle of the day?"

Jiang Lifeng's face flushed red with embarrassment and anger. He retorted, "Ling Jiazhen, don't talk nonsense!"

"I'm talking nonsense? Godfather, the study is a place for discussing important matters. You even brought a woman in here. What? Do you want to discuss things with me while I learn and observe?" Ling Jiazhen's expression remained unchanged, but the clenched fingers and bulging veins showed that he was anything but calm inside.

Hearing his words, Xu Qiuqiu felt they were grating, as if he didn't care about her at all.

Although she was unaware of the situation, her position was indeed awkward, and the father and son couldn't afford to break ties, so it was fine for them to act as if they didn't care about her.

She was afraid that he really didn't care about her and that his previous attempts to reach out to her were just to tease her.

Jiang Lifeng's face turned red and then pale after Ling Jiazhen's words, and he was unsure whether to call Ninth Aunt over or ask her to leave.

Seeing Jiang Lifeng's expression, Ling Jiazhen knew he cared about his reputation, and said casually, "Why is Godfather looking at me like that? If it's not what I said, then let those who have nothing to do with this leave."

Upon hearing this, Xu Qiuqiu was quick to respond, "I apologize for disturbing the discussion between the Marshal and the Young Marshal. I'll be leaving now."

She had only turned around and taken two steps when Jiang Lifeng said, "Stop."

Xu Qiuqiu had no choice but to stop, her eyes glistening with tears, and began to act: "General, can you please stop humiliating me like this..."

A beautiful woman with tears in her eyes has a unique charm that makes her all the more endearing.

Jiang Lifeng was somewhat lost in thought. He had never seen Ninth Concubine like this before. He imagined it would be quite a sight in bed with her.

Ling Jiazhen's eyes turned sinister. He couldn't hold back any longer. Jiang Lifeng's eyes were filled with lust for his Qiuqiu. How dare he?

Anger filled every corner of his body, overwhelming him. He had been planning this for years and could tolerate anything, but at this moment, he truly could not tolerate it at all.

He was losing his mind; he reached for the gun at his waist.

Jiang Lifeng noticed the change in his expression and was secretly pleased. It turned out he was right. He was in a great mood and was about to call Xu Qiuqiu over again when his subordinate suddenly ran in and whispered in his ear.

Jiang Lifeng's expression immediately changed. He glanced at Ling Jiazhen, hesitated for a few seconds, and then quickly left. Anyway, he had already discovered the clues and would have a reason to get rid of Ling Jiazhen sooner or later. The more urgent matter now was to get the goods back.

The room quieted down, and Xu Qiuqiu glanced at Ling Jiazhen, only to find that he had been watching her the whole time.

His eyes were filled with a frantic possessiveness. She was startled by his gaze and suddenly remembered that in the previous world, he had locked her in a room and stared at her with the same look.

Before she could speak, Ling Jiazhen stepped forward and took her hand. "Come with me."

"Where to?" Xu Qiuqiu felt her wrist starting to hurt; he was gripping her too tightly.

Ling Jiazhen did not answer her question, but said, "You are not allowed to cry in front of outsiders in the future."

"What?" Xu Qiuqiu was being pulled along. He was walking so fast that she could only jog to keep up. She was exhausted and wanted to shake off his hand.

Her action caused Ling Jiazhen, who was already on the verge of anger, to explode. He stopped, picked her up, and warned in a deep voice, "Don't struggle, and don't anger me, or I will do something to hurt you."

Startled by him, Xu Qiuqiu didn't dare to speak. She could feel the muscles in his arms wrapped around her legs were taut and incredibly strong. Lying on top of him like that, she felt inexplicably uncomfortable and wanted to vomit.

His shoulders were very hard, and they were pressing against her stomach, making her feel very uncomfortable.

After being carried for a while, he forcefully shoved her into the car.

The car started moving slowly very quickly.

Xu Qiuqiu turned to look at Ling Jiazhen, whose face was gloomy, and asked weakly, "Where are we going?"

Ling Jiazhen didn't answer, but continued driving until they stopped at a luxurious mansion. Without a word, he opened the car door and pulled her out.

He led her into a room. The curtains were not drawn, and after the door was closed, the room became completely dark.

The space was completely dark, which inexplicably sent chills down one's spine, especially in the darkness. When his eyes were fixed on her, it looked as if he wanted to devour her alive.

"Young Marshal, um—"

His warm lips descended, silencing the questions she wanted to ask. He cupped her face in his fingers, his kiss filled with anger and possessiveness, while his other hand gripped her waist tightly.

He sucked hard, and she whimpered in pain. As if a switch had been flipped, he pried open her lips and invaded her mouth.

His kisses were passionate and lingering, and her senses were involuntarily captivated by him; she couldn't help but respond to him.

Sensing the response, Ling Jiazhen's heart stirred, and his kisses became gentler, his hands that were holding her waist turning into tender caresses.