"So you didn't kill those people outside?"

Cheng Muyun looked completely innocent. "No, all my men are in the military camp."

"But the rumors outside are that it was you who ordered the killings without mercy."

The man sighed, “Dongzhou is gone, my father was severely injured, and now he has to take orders from others. No one wants to do this dirty work, so the mud is naturally being thrown at the demoralized Dongzhou army.”

Xu Zhuohua was incredibly excited. "That's great! You didn't do it! I knew it!"

Before she could react, Xu Zhuohua was already straddling Cheng Muyun.

They looked at each other in bewilderment.

Cheng Muyun reacted faster than Xu Zhuohua. He supported Xu Zhuohua's buttocks with his hand and gently lifted them up.

"You know? What do you know?" Cheng Muyun hugged her tighter, leaning forward to touch Xu Zhuohua's face with his warm breath.

This was an unprecedented display of intimacy, and Xu Zhuohua immediately felt a burning sensation wherever Cheng Muyun's breath touched.

She struggled to break free from Cheng Muyun's embrace, but her body was stuck in his arms, unable to move at all, because if she moved, the place where their chests were pressed together would change.

Even though Xu Zhuohua was as thin as a bamboo pole, she still had curves in all the right places.

At such close range, no man could help but have certain thoughts.

Seeing a hint of affection rise in Cheng Muyun's eyes, Xu Zhuohua panicked.

"Let go first."

Cheng Muyun's smile deepened. "I won't let go."

The next moment, the man actually started spinning Xu Zhuohua around in his arms. The huge centrifugal force forced Xu Zhuohua to hug Cheng Muyun's neck. To outsiders, this action seemed overly intimate.

The police officers who had been carrying tables and chairs outside the prison cell stood frozen in place.

Xu Zhuohua saw this and was so embarrassed that she jumped off Cheng Muyun and squatted in a corner.

"Young Marshal Cheng... I'm sorry, Deputy Director Chen said he'd like to get you something."

The police officers brought out a table, two chairs, a tea set, and even a large bed with a soft mattress and blackout curtains.

...

This is the first time a prisoner has received such treatment.

Xu Zhuohua, who was squatting, suddenly felt herself being lifted up, like a child being held. Cheng Muyun grabbed her ankles and lifted her up, yes, lifted her up, and placed her on the bed.

"You've been cutting the ropes on the boat all night, haven't you? Are you tired? Do you want to get some sleep?"

Xu Zhuohua pouted, "It's all your fault for locking me up, otherwise I wouldn't be like this. Look! Look what you've worn my clothes into!"

A fair palm was laid out in front of Cheng Muyun, the base of the thumb and index finger were rubbed red, and two blisters the size of soybeans had appeared.

Since arriving in Xinhai City, Xu Zhuohua hasn't done any work, and her hands aren't as rough as before, which is why they're so calloused this time.

The man took the reddened hand, then lowered his head and kissed it, whispering, "Be good, I won't lock you up again."

These words sounded like a coquettish plea, almost like a plea; it was unbelievable that they came from this man's mouth.

Xu Zhuohua abruptly pulled her hand back; the spot where she had been kissed was burning hot. Her face turned red all the way to her ears. She rolled over and lay on the bed, wrapping herself up in the blanket like a caterpillar.

The man smiled. "Once you wake up, you can leave the cell."

Xu Zhuohua didn't respond. In fact, she had already forgiven Cheng Muyun when he said he didn't want to kill anyone.

After observing for so many days, Xu Zhuohua no longer believed that Cheng Muyun was the Great Demon King.

Actually, he has a good nature.

Xu Zhuohua fell asleep happily.

When Xu Jixin brought the medicine, Cheng Muyun was sitting by the bed, gently stroking Xu Zhuohua's hair.

Sometimes, Xu Jixin had to admit that Cheng Muyun was too good to Xu Zhuohua. When he first saw the grown-up Xu Zhuohua, he was attracted by her beautiful face, and then he was fascinated by her personality.

I want to look at it a few more times, and then a few more times.

At first, he only thought that Cheng Muyun was being so nice to Xu Zhuohua because of the Xu family's eastward and southward journey.

However, even though Old Master Cheng personally called off the marriage, Cheng Muyun continued to take care of Xu Zhuohua in the hospital, rain or shine, with utmost care.

"I'm really curious, what exactly does Young Marshal Cheng see in my sister? How can a man be attracted to someone with her troublesome personality?"

Cheng Muyun turned his head and then drew the bed curtains.

He walked step by step to Xu Jixin's side, exuding a sense of oppression that was completely different from before.

"Don't you like her too? Don't you ask yourself that question?"

Xu Jixin, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, immediately retorted, "Zhuohua is my sister, I would never have any improper thoughts about her."

Cheng Muyun snorted coldly, "She's an adopted daughter, not my biological daughter."

"How did you know?" The Xu family kept this a secret very well. Ever since Xu Zhuohua became the Cheng family's future daughter-in-law, everyone who knew about it had been paid hush money, and these people were absolutely loyal and would not spread the news casually.

"I didn't know, I was just guessing before, but now I'm sure."

Cheng Muyun sent people to Dongzhou to investigate, but they didn't find anything, though many unusual things made him guess something.

Xu Jixin slammed his fist on the cell door. "You're bluffing me?"

Cheng Muyun chuckled, "There's no need to lie to you. The way you and your brother look at Xu Zhuohua isn't exactly innocent."

Xu Jixin did not immediately refute, but instead looked at Cheng Muyun.

Although Dongzhou has been lost, even a weakened camel is bigger than a horse. If Cheng Muyun wanted to deal with the Xu family, it would be as easy as crushing an ant.

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