Xiao Youzhi gazed at the smiling woman before him and suddenly thought how wonderful it would be if this person could stay by his side forever. So he lowered his voice and said, "Perhaps. The scenery in Jiangnan is indeed delightful. How about it, would you be interested in going to take a look together?"
Meng Zhao remained silent for a moment without giving a direct answer. "This matter needs further consideration." She silently added to herself that she would need to wait until the business in the capital was back on track.
Xiao Youzhi did not urge him, but simply nodded slightly. If it weren't for the darkness of night, and Meng Zhao's mind being preoccupied with what kind of business he could do in Jiangnan, he would have been able to sense the deep affection in the eyes of the person in front of him.
After seeing Xiao Youzhi off, Meng Zhao prepared to return to her room. As she walked in the courtyard, she was still thinking about Jiangnan. According to Xiao Youzhi, the people in Jiangnan were not only wealthy, but also more concerned about their clothing, food, housing, and transportation, and more willing to spend money on them. Therefore, the fabric business in Jiangnan was doing very well. If that was the case, then her Treasure Pavilion would surely be able to gain a foothold in Jiangnan as well.
When they reached the covered walkway, a cold wind suddenly swept by, and a pair of long, strong hands suddenly reached out from the darkness, precisely covering her mouth and nose from behind. Another arm wrapped around her waist like an iron hoop, and without saying a word, dragged Meng Zhao to the shadows under the wall.
"Ugh—" Meng Zhao's pupils contracted sharply as her back slammed into a solid chest. Struggling, she pulled a hairpin from her hair and thrust it at the person behind her without hesitation.
"Hmm..." A suppressed groan sounded in her ear, and warm breath brushed against her earlobe. In the instant the restraint loosened, Meng Zhao was about to cry for help, but she was suddenly turned around. The person leaned down abruptly, and the soft, cool breath sealed her unspoken cry of surprise.
In the chaos, Meng Zhao's head bumped against a hand resting on the brick wall. He immediately recognized the person, and the fear in his eyes transformed into a raging inferno. He bit down hard, and in the brief moment of pain, he mumbled angrily, "Shen...Shen Qinghe! Let...go!"
However, the man in front of her showed no sign of restraint. His tall body pressed Meng Zhao firmly against the corner of the wall, his long legs pressing against her knees, making her unable to move. One large hand was placed behind her head, while at the same time, it irresistibly fixed her to the wall. The other hand with distinct knuckles clamped her chin, forcing her to tilt her face up and endure the man's long-suppressed madness.
Under the relentless onslaught, Meng Zhao clenched her teeth to prevent the other from penetrating, desperately pushing against his firm chest with both hands, only to suddenly feel a dampness in her palms.
She then remembered that because Shen Qinghe had forcibly held her and she couldn't break free yesterday, she realized that she might not have enough self-defense ability when facing danger. Although she hadn't had time to prepare more, she had changed the hairpins in her hair to sharper ones before leaving home this morning. In the panic just now, she clearly heard the dull sound of sharp weapons piercing flesh when she stabbed them twice.
Gradually, Meng Zhao felt her hands being soaked in warm liquid, and a strong smell of rust filled the air, creating a dizzying and eerie atmosphere. "Shen Qing and..." Meng Zhao's voice suddenly trembled, tinged with genuine fear, "Let go first."
But the person in front of her ignored her, and only when Meng Zhao spoke did he invade her body with full force, sometimes hooking her and dancing together, sometimes sucking hard, as if he wanted to devour all the air in Meng Zhao's body before he would stop.
After an unknown amount of time, he slowly stopped, began to peck lightly as if he hadn't had enough, then tightened his arms and nestled against Meng Zhao's neck. The wetness on her neck brought Meng Zhao back to her senses, and she heard his murmur.
"Please, don't go to Jiangnan, okay?"
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