Before Zheng Wanqing could react, Lao Qian rushed to her, stretched out his calloused, strong and powerful hands, and grabbed Zheng Wanqing's hair tightly like a pair of pliers.
Zheng Wanqing only felt a sharp pain in her scalp, as if her hair was about to be pulled out by the roots. She couldn't help but let out a muffled groan.
Old Qian threw her hard to the ground. Zheng Wanqing's body hit the cold and wet ground hard, and her internal organs seemed to be displaced. She felt dizzy and her head buzzed. Stars appeared in front of her eyes.
"You stinky bitch, you still want to run!" Old Qian was so angry that his face turned red, and veins popped out on his forehead, like a twisted earthworm. His eyes were almost popping out of his sockets, and he stared at Zheng Wanqing viciously, as if he wanted to eat her alive.
He raised his hand high, and with two crisp "pa pa" sounds, he hit Zheng Wanqing's head suddenly to the side.
She only felt a burning pain on her cheek, her ears were buzzing, and a trace of blood instantly flowed out from the corner of her mouth. The bright red bloodstain slowly slid down her fair cheek and dripped onto the gray ground, which was particularly glaring.
Zheng Wanqing was wearing a moon-blue cheongsam, which was tailored to fit her perfectly, outlining her graceful figure.
The exquisite buttons on the neckline are like a bud about to bloom. The delicate silk thread is wrapped around a graceful shape, embellishing the bottom of her slender and fair neck, further highlighting her swan-like elegant neck.
The lines of the cheongsam slid slowly down her shoulders, fitting her slender waist, which was so slender that one could hold it in one hand, which made people feel pity for her.
The hem of her skirt was slightly messy as she struggled just now, but it inadvertently revealed a section of her shapely, slender calves. Her skin was whiter than snow, and against the background of the moon-colored cheongsam, she looked even more charming.
The color of the moon was as pure as the moon hanging high in the night sky, untainted by dust, and exuding a holy aura that no one dared to desecrate.
This pure color was like a fire, stirring up the ugliest desires in Lao Qian's heart. He felt that this purity should be dragged into hell and tainted by him, as if this would satisfy his twisted psychology.
He stretched out his excited and slightly trembling hand, eager to destroy this beauty.
He grabbed the collar of Zheng Wanqing's cheongsam and pulled it hard. With a "hiss", two buttons flew off. The crisp sound echoed in the silent cellar, and a large area of Zheng Wanqing's snow-white skin was instantly exposed to the air.
His breathing became rapid and heavy, his eyes fixed on Zheng Wanqing, like a hungry wolf staring at its prey, with greed and lust flashing in his eyes.
Zheng Wanqing's pupils suddenly shrank, and fear and anger surged in her eyes. Her slender fingers dug into Lao Qian's thick wrist, her nails deeply embedded in the calloused skin, leaving several bloody marks on the dark flesh.
"Bastard! Let me go!" She roared hoarsely, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from between her teeth, carrying deep hatred.
There was a morbid excitement flashing in Lao Qian's cloudy eyes, and sickening gasps escaped from between his yellow and black teeth.
"Go on, scream! The more you scream, the more excited I get!" He grinned, his saliva splattering on Zheng Wanqing's miserable face.
Zheng Wanqing kicked her legs wildly in the air, and the satin surface of her embroidered shoes left traces on her dirty trouser legs.
Old Qian was about to unbutton Zheng Wanqing's cheongsam when he was suddenly grabbed by a strong force. Qiuyu rushed over and hugged his arm tightly, crying: "Are you crazy? This is the young marshal's wife. If you dare to touch her, you will die a miserable death!"
There was a hint of hesitation in his eyes. At this moment, there was the crisp sound of military boots crushing coal slag on the stone steps. The footsteps were neither fast nor slow, but they made the flame of the oil lamp in the cellar tremble.
A slender figure stood against the light, the moonlight flowing on the golden star on his shoulder. When his face emerged from the shadows, Zheng Wanqing saw clearly his iconic cold and sharp eyes.
When he caught a glimpse of Zheng Wanqing's disheveled clothes, a barely perceptible trace of rage flashed across his face.
"Xie, Xie Yun..." Old Qian's voice suddenly became hoarse and out of tune. Old Qian's hands froze in mid-air, and a trace of panic flashed across his cloudy eyes.
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