Chapter 51 The Marquis is Gone
The man's shadow loomed over him like a thorn in his flesh.
His eyes traced the woman over and over again.
She has snow-white cheeks, red lips, and a slender figure. She is so beautiful.
From the first sight, a dark desire began to wriggle in my veins, clamoring to tear this beauty apart.
He thought of the pale face of his consumptive cousin, and a sarcastic arc appeared at the corner of his mouth.
A short-lived thing is not worthy of coveting such a beauty.
"Tsk, this is truly a fate sent by heaven."
Liu Mingjing narrowed his eyes, his Adam's apple rolling as he swallowed the hot liquid.
Thinking of those vulgar women in the backyard, when those women were enjoying themselves under him, they either pretended to be noble in a pretentious manner or fawned on him in a wanton manner. They were nothing like the man in front of him.
His clothes were plain as if he was in mourning, but his eyes were like stars filled with frost, cold and clear.
"I've already sent someone to take my nephew away. He should be on his way to the capital now. Madam, you have no choice but to follow me now, otherwise, you'll probably never see the child again!"
"You—!" Wen Ning's pupils suddenly constricted, and her fingertips trembled, "Despicable and shameless!"
The rage was like boiling oil poured into her heart, burning her throat with a sweet and fishy taste.
She could never have imagined that this man who looked gentle and bookish on the surface could become like this in the blink of an eye?
A person who reads books of sages can actually have such a dirty mind!
The scene of Nanny protecting Xibao and being pushed around flashed before his eyes. The child's terrified cry seemed to explode in his ears, and his temples were throbbing and almost bursting.
Wen Ning pushed the man in front of her away with force and stumbled into the door frame.
She took the opportunity to take a deep breath, her voice tearing in her throat, "Help—help—!"
The man pulled her back and couldn't help but sneered loudly.
Then, he slowly unbuttoned his shirt, revealing several fresh scratches on his collarbone. "Scream, louder."
His fingertips slid across the bed curtains in an ambiguous manner. He bent his knuckles slightly, hooked the tassels and shook them gently, "Last night, I played a hunting game here with the girls from Chunxiangyuan."
He suddenly turned and leaned close to her ear, his breath scalding and nauseating. "Guess, when those people outside heard your screams, did they come to save you, or did they quickly lie down outside the door and eavesdrop? The louder you scream, the more they listen."
Wen Ning felt cold all over and her pupils trembled.
She simply couldn't believe it. How could there be such a shameless person in the world, pretending to be gentle and elegant on the surface, but being so obscene in private!
Her fingertips were cold, and she touched the scissors hidden in her sleeve with trembling hands, then grasped them tightly in her hand.
The man continued to move forward, his tone full of temptation, "What's wrong with following me? I can wear fine clothes and eat delicious food, and live a carefree life. If you want to see your son, I can always ask him to accompany you."
He lowered his voice and spoke with a sickening familiarity, "If you really care about status, when my old uncle dies, the Liu family's assets will all be mine. Then I will marry you in style..."
Before he finished speaking, a cold light flashed!
The woman's face was grim, she raised her arm, and stabbed the scissors into his heart.
However, Liu Mingjing dodged to the side, and the scissors only left a shallow scratch on his shoulder through the fabric.
The moment the blood oozed out, the man was stunned for a moment, and then immediately revealed his crazy look again.
He pinched Wen Ning's wrist, and the bones cracked under the heavy burden. "Such a fierce temper. I like it even more."
“Dang—”
The scissors fell to the ground, and the man twisted her wrist fiercely, throwing her onto the bed.
She struggled desperately, her nails scratching bloody marks on his arms, but in return she was subjected to even more brutal suppression.
"Bang--!"
The door panel was suddenly kicked to pieces, wood chips flew everywhere, and a black shadow rushed in with a cold wind.
Then I heard a loud shout, "Get out!"
Before Liu Mingjing could turn around, the collar behind his neck was tightly grasped by a large hand like an iron clamp, and the whole person was lifted into the air like riding on a cloud. The man swung his arm and threw him out fiercely.
There was a dull thud as Liu Mingjing hit the carved railing hard.
Before he could stagger to his feet, the man kicked him in the chest.
The kick was so powerful that Liu Mingjing flew over the railing like a piece of rotten cotton.
There was a loud noise of tables and chairs breaking downstairs, mixed with the diners' screams.
Xie Jinglan didn't even look at him, but walked quickly to the bedside.
The woman on the bed was curled up in a ball, her black hair disheveled and a glaring tear on the collar of her blue cloth.
His eyes suddenly showed a fierce look. He immediately took off his cloak and leaned over to wrap her tightly.
"hold me!"
As he spoke, he embraced her and jumped onto the windowsill, then leaped down from the second floor with his black robe fluttering.
Then he landed steadily on the neighing black warhorse.
He was sitting astride his horse, his anger still lingering. He did not hold her in his arms, but pushed her directly onto the saddle, letting her lie flat on the horse's back. He placed his palm on her lower back to steady her body, and whipped her into action as he rushed out of the street.
Wen Ning was wrapped in a cloak and could only feel the strength of the man's palm and the ups and downs of the horse's back.
The wind whistled past her ears. She clutched the edge of her cloak and suddenly heard a low curse coming out of his throat. She couldn't tell whether he was cursing Liu Mingjing or was angry at her for her ignorance and recklessness today.
The woman felt a pang of bitterness in her heart.
I didn't want to have anything to do with him, but I ended up causing him trouble.
The horse's body jolted violently, shaking Wen Ning back to her senses.
Xibao! She suddenly thought of the child who had been taken away, and her heart suddenly rose to her throat.
She struggled to raise her head, her sobbing voice shattered by the wind, "My Lord, please save Xibao..."
The man lowered his eyelashes and pressed his thin lips into a cold, hard line.
The sound of horse hooves was deafening, but there was no response.
He rode his horse at full speed and brought the man directly back to Xianfengyuan.
Xie Jinglan carried her down from the horse. As soon as Wen Ning's feet touched the ground, her knees felt as if the bones had been pulled out.
He saw her knees go weak, and subconsciously reached across to hold her waist, but he abruptly withdrew his hand in an instant.
That action clearly showed that he was angry.
Wen Ning swayed with that brief support, and just as she stood firm, she heard a faint humming sound coming from the east wing.
"Xi, Xibao!"
She almost staggered over, and when she opened the door curtain, she saw Mammy sitting by the bed holding Xibao.
The little baby wrapped in the quilt was smacking his lips, his little face was rosy.
"Xibao——" Wen Ning walked over quickly and took the child carefully.
But when his eyes fell on Mammy's hand, his fingertips trembled violently.
"Mammy, your hand——!" The ecstasy of seeing the child just now was suddenly tightened.
"It's nothing," the nanny waved her hand quickly. "When they came to grab the child, I was running into the house with Xibao in my arms. I slipped and fell on the stone steps."
The nanny saw that her face was full of guilt and her eyes were as red as water-soaked peach blossoms.
She patted her back and comforted her, "Don't worry, young lady. I'm fine, and Xibao is fine too. When the Marquis's men rescued him, he was still sleeping and not frightened at all."
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