Chapter 20 Reckless Harvesting
Meng Qingci gripped the dagger tightly, pressing the sharp blade down towards Fu Hongxuan's neck, a red line of blood licking and winding down the thin blade.
Her words just now were merely a test for Fu Hongxuan. She knew that even if she crippled Fu Hongxuan, it would be wishful thinking for her to leave the Anyi Marquis's mansion. Perhaps Fu Yan'an was lurking in the shadows, waiting for an opportunity to strike.
The blood in her body felt like boiling water, scalding and churning; she was already at her limit.
As soon as Fu Heng entered, he saw the bed and the room in disarray.
Fu Hongxuan collapsed onto the bed in a disheveled state, his hands covering his wounds in a pitiful state. The stench of blood silently spread throughout the room.
Meng Qingci was kneeling on one knee beside Fu Hongxuan, her outer robe open, revealing her delicate collarbone. A strand of hair fell messily down her side, sticking to her sweaty cheek. Her misty eyes were watery, her cheeks were flushed like fire, and her lips were as red as pearls, like a goddess fallen to earth, at the mercy of others.
Upon seeing Fu Heng, Fu Hongxuan exclaimed as if a divine soldier had descended from the heavens: "Third Uncle, please save me!"
Because Fu Heng had helped Meng Qingci out of trouble many times, Meng Qingci secretly breathed a sigh of relief and felt a little fortunate when she saw Fu Heng. Then she cut the skin of Fu Hongxuan's neck with her dagger and shouted, "Don't come any closer."
“Good girl, don’t be afraid.” Fu Heng stood a few steps away from the bed. His slender eyes were as unfathomable as a dark abyss. His tone was calm: “You are very brave. With me here, nothing will happen to you.”
Influenced by the feeling of "being inseparable", Meng Qingci was momentarily dazed. She remembered when she was a child and got injured while practicing dance, her parents would say, "Good girl, you are already very good. You are your parents' pride."
In an instant, tears streamed down Meng Qingci's face. A surge of urgent and overwhelming emotions, ten years in the making, rushed back. Ten years of grievances and resentment broke down at this moment. A hardened corner of her heart cracked open, revealing a hint of her true nature. She cried out in a pitiful voice, "Save me!"
Mo Jian came in carrying a bowl of black medicine and stood beside him.
“I’ll take you away, come to me.” Fu Heng took a step closer, reached out his hand to her, and glanced at Meng Qingci’s clothes, which were stained with Fu Hongxuan’s blood. His eyes were filled with a powerful and oppressive aura, as heavy as dark clouds.
"As long as you serve me well from now on and satisfy me, I will forgive and forget what happened." Fu Hongxuan endured the excruciating pain from the dagger repeatedly rubbing against his wound, his voice squeezed out through clenched teeth: "You lowly servant! Why aren't you taking that dagger away?!"
The words "lowly servant" seemed to stir up a hornet's nest, and Meng Qingci's eyes seemed to clear up as if the fog had been dispelled.
Before she transmigrated, she was born into a wealthy family and was the apple of their eye. In the ten years after her transmigration, she suffered countless humiliations in order to survive, with no one to confide in. She endured humiliation for ten years, just to get rid of her slave status and leave the Marquis of Anyi's mansion. But now, all of that was destroyed by Fu Hongxuan.
No matter what, they are blood relatives, uncle and nephew, while she, a lowly servant, is the outsider. Even if she could gain some favor from Fu Heng, now that she has crippled Fu Hongxuan, why would he really help her? She was being too attached to appearances.
Thinking of this, she gave a self-deprecating sneer.
She had learned a few self-defense moves from her bodyguards before. With a flick of her wrist, she tossed the dagger upwards, the blade pointing downwards. She gripped the hilt precisely and stabbed it fiercely into Fu Hongxuan's heart.
Fu Heng swiftly stepped forward and grabbed her wrist as she thrust downwards, stopping the dagger from falling. He placed his other hand on her trembling shoulder, his knuckles pressing firmly, conveying both undeniable suppression and a subtle sense of reassurance.
Meng Qingci's eyes were red at the corners. She turned her head to look at him, her shimmering eyes filled with resolute killing intent.
Fu Heng: "He's not worth you getting your hands dirty."
On the bed, Fu Hongxuan was still in shock, his inner clothes soaked with cold sweat, his chest heaving violently, panting heavily like a fish out of water. He glared at Meng Qingci, his voice trembling with extreme terror as he cursed, "Bitch! Bitch! Third Uncle, kill this bitch!"
Fu Heng didn't even lift his eyelids, only waving his hand at Mo Jian who was waiting.
Upon receiving instructions, Mo Jian, who was standing by, dragged Fu Hongxuan, who was slumped on the bed, off the bed. Ignoring Fu Hongxuan's cries and struggles, he grabbed Fu Hongxuan's chin with one hand and forced him to drink the bowl of dark medicine.
Meng Qingci watched in surprise, not knowing Fu Heng's intentions. She watched as Fu Hongxuan's limbs convulsed and he foamed at the mouth after being given the drug. Soon, his eyes and mouth became crooked, clearly showing symptoms of paralysis.
Fu Hongxuan stared at Fu Heng in terror, his voice trembling with disbelief, mumbling, "Third...Third...Uncle, for...for...for..."
Fu Hengjun looked down at him with cold eyes, as if he were looking at a dead dog, not a blood-related nephew, without a trace of affection.
"It's alright now." Fu Heng withdrew his gaze, gently patted Meng Qingci's back, and softly comforted her before taking the dagger from her hand and handing it to Mo Jian.
Meng Qingci stared intently at Fu Heng, trying to discern the reason behind his actions from his expression.
"I'll take you back." Fu Heng let him look her over, draped the crimson official robe over her shoulders, picked her up in his arms, and strode towards the door.
When she smelled Fu Heng's unique cypress and pine scent again, she found it strangely pleasant and reassuring. Suppressing the palpitations rising in her heart, she rested her cheek against his chest and said in a soft, soothing voice, "Why did you take so long to come?"
Fu Heng felt as if she were clutching his heart. Even though he knew she was not in her right mind, he felt an indescribable tenderness and pain in his heart, and even felt a little regretful. He paused in his steps, pursed his lips and sighed, "It's my fault, I'm late."
As her tense nerves relaxed, the tingling sensation in her blood surged like a tide. She wrapped her arms around Fu Heng's neck, her fingertips digging into his skin with suppressed pain. She mumbled a coquettish complaint, "It hurts so much."
"We'll be there in a minute, just bear with it a little longer," Fu Heng coaxed her gently, holding her tighter and quickening his pace.
As soon as he stepped out of Shaoguang Courtyard, Fu Yan'an blocked his way. He cupped his hands in greeting and said, "Thank you for your help, Third Uncle. Qing'er is a member of the main branch, so there's no need for you to take care of her."
Fu Heng looked at him with a half-smile: "She has already redeemed herself and is no longer considered a member of the main branch."
“Third Uncle, Qing’er and I have already confessed our feelings for each other. Today was just an accident. Please entrust her to my care. Afterwards, I will definitely thank you in person.” Fu Yan’an clenched one fist behind his back and rubbed the jade belt at his waist with the other. He was somewhat unsure of his third uncle’s thoughts, but he knew that his third uncle disliked women and trouble. “Take care of her?” Fu Heng chuckled and scrutinized Fu Yan’an.
Fu Yan'an seemed to have his thoughts read, a hint of embarrassment flashing across his face. He then looked at the girl in Fu Heng's arms, who was completely covered by his official robes: "Qing'er, aren't you coming back with me?"
Meng Qingci felt as if she were melting into boiling water. Hearing Fu Yan'an's voice, she shifted anxiously in Fu Heng's arms and urged impatiently, "Why are you talking to him about these things? If you don't leave, I'll leave by myself."
Fu Heng hugged her tightly and soothed her gently, "I misunderstood, thinking you two were in love."
Meng Qingci buried her face in her crimson official robes, her voice muffled: "Send me to another man's bed for mutual affection? It only disgusts me."
Fu Yan'an stood rooted to the spot. Meng Qingci's words felt like a slap in the face, making him afraid to step forward and stop her. He was afraid. Meng Qingci looked at him with a cold and disgusted gaze, and regret spread from the bottom of his heart. He only wanted to scare her, and he didn't mean to really hurt her.
Fu Heng pursed his lips and said nothing more. His face was cold and gloomy, and his steps were heavy. It was impossible to see the emotions in his eyes.
Meng Qingci felt as if an unknown amount of time had passed. She was already immersed in intense emotions, feeling like she was on a roller coaster. She felt like her blood was about to be drained, and she forced herself to persevere and stay alert.
Finally, her body fell onto the bed, allowing her to regain some clarity. Despite her misty eyes and the crimson official robes covering her, she still recognized that this was Fu Heng's inner room in Wuheng Mountain House.
Looking at her weak and limp body, so soft and mushy that she could barely stand, Fu Heng thought that she must have endured to the extreme, and he was somewhat impressed by her strong will.
Meng Qingci was puzzled. Her mouth was dry, and she opened her lips, wanting to ask him to find her a doctor.
Fu Heng stood by the bed, behaving like a gentleman, and did not approach her again. He seemed to understand what she was thinking, and said calmly, "The doctor has no antidote either."
Hearing this, Meng Qingci felt as if she had fallen into an abyss. With each breath, the scent of cypress and pine in the room made her tremble uncontrollably. Although she didn't understand the medicine, Meng Qingci knew that the "Unbreakable Love" she had been given must be able to stimulate her adrenaline and dopamine, infinitely amplifying her emotional senses and making her exceptionally sensitive to the scent of the opposite sex.
Meng Qingci had heard from the old An Yi Marquis's mansion that Fu Heng had once beaten to death a maid who wanted to climb into his bed. Knowing that he despised women, he probably wouldn't use the bed she had used again.
Seeing Fu Heng standing upright, dignified, and aloof before the bed, she propped herself up, ripped off the light gauze bed curtains, and said in a soft, seductive voice, "Get out."
Fu Heng looked at the hanging curtains but did not go out. He turned around and sat steadily in the rosewood armchair in the room. His deep eyes pierced through the light gauze curtains, locking onto the graceful figure that was faintly visible behind them. He thought of her face full of spring, her breath coming in a daze, and her jade-like toes curled up.
He sat upright with his back straight, appearing every inch the upright gentleman. Only his narrow eyes, deep as ink, held a turbulent undercurrent, and the clenched palms resting on his knees betrayed a hint of his dark thoughts.
Inside the curtained room, Meng Qingci had never experienced such agonizing torment. She had studied dancing since childhood and was considered hard-working, but she had never experienced this feeling of being caught between life and death, wave after wave, each time more unbearable than the last.
She had only theoretical knowledge but no practical experience, yet she didn't want to have any entanglements with any of the men here. She thought of the man who always tolerated her, indulged her, and rejected her; her lingering affection amplified her unresolved feelings, and tears slid down her cheeks onto the silver-gray sheets.
She clenched her teeth, swallowing the broken, shameful syllables, every inch of her skin trembling against her will.
Fu Heng's gaze was fixed on the curtain. His cold, dark blood gradually warmed up. As time passed, his icy blood was slowly ignited in this silent struggle, and his eyes gradually became excited.
He was amazed by Meng Qingci's resilience and delighted to have found such a gem. He was curious: she had endured it this time, but what about next time?
Ah, what a silly girl. Even if her name is 'Unable to Leave Love,' she won't get through it so easily.
Fu Heng suppressed his turbulent emotions and wondered: What would she be like when she begged him?
A note from the author:
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Fu Heng: My nephews are out now. I won against two opponents.
Fu Yan'an: I didn't expect things to go wrong, and I got robbed of the prize.
Fu Hongxuan: Am I part of your play?
Author's note: The male protagonist is abnormal; do not try to understand his behavior with a normal mindset.
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