Chapter 31 A sudden storm
Mo Song bowed deeply, his throat bobbing a few times. He swallowed the words that were on the tip of his tongue, unsure how to report to Fu Heng.
Seeing that he hesitated and seemed about to speak, Fu Heng frowned and asked in a serious tone, "Is there anything else?"
Mo Song reported, "Miss Meng went out to shop today. Please review the various expenses, Master." After saying this, he took out a detailed list from his sleeve, bowed, and handed it over.
Fu Heng was puzzled. He didn't need to personally oversee such daily expenses. As the governor of Fujian and Guangdong, how could he not afford to support a woman?
However, Mo Song was always cautious in his actions, and would never bother him easily unless there was something unusual. He composed himself, took the account book, casually flipped through a couple of pages, and his gaze suddenly sharpened. He couldn't help but look up at Mo Song, his eyes filled with questioning.
Mo Song hurriedly replied, "Today, Miss Meng visited more than a dozen silver and silk shops. She didn't look at them carefully; regardless of whether they were suitable or not, she pointed to each item and bought everything on display. All the items she bought were hairpins, jewelry, and brocade clothing. In just one day, she spent several thousand taels of silver."
Fu Heng was incredibly clever; he immediately realized that the young girl was taking her anger out on his money. He subtly raised the corner of his lips, thinking: It's good that she likes money, but I'm afraid she doesn't like anything else, only wanting to leave. People have desires; with desires come weaknesses, and with weaknesses come opportunities to manipulate.
Little did she know that, let alone some pearls and silks, she could buy up the entire Minzhou if she wanted to. He owned Fujian and Guangdong, and Zhejiang was also in his possession. Wealth from all over the world flowed through his hands like a river, so why would he care about such a small amount of gold and silver?
Fu Heng smiled faintly upon hearing this, casually placed the account book on the table, and said to Mo Song, "It's only a few thousand taels of silver, is it worth you making a special trip? Even if she does this every day, what does it matter? My people, Fu Heng, are not worthy of this respect? In the future, you don't need to report such trivial matters to me."
Fu Heng thought to himself: If he could spend some money to appease her anger, he would still be the one who got the better deal.
However, in Fu Heng's memory, Meng Qingci was still a servant girl who had been raised in the Duke's mansion since childhood. Her knowledge and experience were limited to her niece's private property and dowry, as well as the trivial matters of the inner quarters. She did not know that those things were insignificant to him and did not concern him at all.
Little did he know that this extravagant spending was Meng Qingci's usual behavior. Before her transmigration, Meng Qingci not only loved taking photos, but also bought jewelry worth tens of millions of dollars, purchasing rows and rows of pieces whenever she entered a high-end luxury store.
Mo Song, who was listening from the side, was secretly astonished. Was this really his master, who never got close to women and was aloof and self-possessed?
However, in such a short time staying in the capital, that woman had managed to change his master so drastically. Not only did he indulge her in every way, but he also heard that she had sought out secret techniques from Guangxi for him. Thinking of this, he secretly glanced at his master's chest, his expression unreadable. He sighed inwardly: I fear that my master's feelings for Miss Meng are already far from ordinary.
"Just remember to keep a close eye on people when they leave the manor. If anything goes wrong, you will be held responsible." Fu Heng pretended not to know what Mo Song was thinking and waved his hand indifferently, "Go down."
Mo Song's heart skipped a beat, and he dared not look at her any longer. He immediately bowed and replied "Yes," and quietly withdrew.
In the backyard of the Minzhou governor's mansion, Xia Guang saw a group of servants carrying boxes and items pouring into the courtyard like a flowing river. Even though she had gone out with them today, she couldn't help but feel a chill run down her spine.
She turned and gently lifted the curtain, entering the inner room to softly ask Meng Qingci, "Miss, what should we do with those items outside? Should we have them brought in now for you to look at and choose from?"
Meng Qingci took a sip of Biluochun tea, then picked up a piece of cherry pancake. Without even looking up, she casually said, "No need, just put them all in the storeroom."
"Sigh." This time, Xia Guang didn't try to persuade her anymore. She responded and went out. She could see that every time she tried to persuade her, the girl would not refute her, but she never took it to heart. The girl was already feeling resentful, so why should she go and make her unhappy?
Just then, Fu Heng entered from the outer room and immediately saw her leaning lazily against the soft couch. She casually waved her gold-threaded peony fan, leisurely sipping tea and snacks. Her eyes were captivating, her beauty alluring, and her whole being exuded a relaxed, languid, and romantic air, making her a picture of beauty in herself.
Fu Heng felt a slight warmth in his heart as he looked at her, secretly cursing himself for being unable to resist touching this girl whenever he met her.
Meng Qingci had already decided not to provoke him any further and to wait until he lowered his guard before finding a way to escape. However, seeing the not-so-pure look in his eyes, she couldn't help but tease him: "Oh, isn't this my sugar daddy? You're really generous today."
Fu Heng seemed to have heard it all before and stopped arguing with her. He simply sat down opposite her, lifting his robe, and asked, "Are you feeling better today?"
Meng Qingci's eyes flickered slightly, and she replied lazily, "It's alright. I'm just afraid I'd have to do this every day to be satisfied."
Fu Heng smiled faintly: "If you like it, that's fine with me. I can certainly afford to support you."
Meng Qingci cautiously glanced at his expression. He had been so good-tempered and gentle yesterday, but then he turned on her. Seeing his expression like this now, although she didn't show it on her face, she felt even more uncertain, and her fingertips unconsciously tightened.
As if it were a casual conversation between a married couple, Fu Heng asked her, "Is the cherry pancake delicious?"
Meng Qingci strangely sensed a hint of tenderness, which inexplicably made her feel attached.
When she came to her senses, she actually fed the cherry fritters to Fu Heng herself. Her fingertips were warm, and she pulled her hand back as if she had been burned, but Fu Heng held her wrist and she could not move away even a little.
Meng Qingci was about to call him 'shameless' when Fu Heng pulled her onto his lap with a forceful gesture.
She threw herself into his arms, smelling the alluring fragrance. Her heart skipped a beat. She had been fine all day and thought it wasn't as powerful as Fu Heng had described, but now she felt a chill of fear. She didn't know what this 'fragrance' was, or how it could be so potent. She knew nothing about it.
Fu Heng held her hand and pressed it against his chest, his gaze calm yet unwavering: "Can you feel it?"
"What?" Meng Qingci feigned ignorance, but her heart suddenly trembled. What her fingertips touched was the clear and powerful beating of his chest, each beat like a silent language, striking straight into her heart. She even felt as if she could understand every throbbing in his heartbeat.
The scariest thing was that she couldn't help but want to respond to him, and her heartbeat gradually matched his rhythm.
Fu Heng lowered his head and kissed her lips, savoring the taste like fine wine. Seeing her obedient and submissive manner, a surge of rage rose in his heart, like a raging storm destroying a courtyard of crabapple trees, leaving them desolate and broken.
Meng Qingci confined Fu Heng to a cramped, soft couch, completely controlling the rhythm of her breathing.
He wanted to punish her by holding her heart in his hands. Unable to control herself, she raised her slender white neck, and Fu Heng followed directly, kissing the side of her neck.
As she let out a short, soft moan, he moved closer, but instead of giving her a straight answer, he forced her to say, "Call me godfather."
Through a thin window, she could hear the footsteps of servants carrying things outside; the dirty, messy sounds felt like they were pounding on her heart.
She pursed her lips tightly, glaring at him with a mixture of shame and anger.
Fu Heng chuckled lightly, not in a hurry. He patiently relived the experience with her, his brows showing the enjoyment bestowed upon him by the divided soul.
Meng Qingci was furious with her. She lowered her voice, her tone barely a whisper, and said, "You disrespectful old man."
Fu Heng gave a nonchalant, flippant smile, only to be met with an even more intense and furious outburst.
The door was open, separated only by a bamboo curtain. Meng Qingci was both scared and nervous. She couldn't push him away, but a secret expectation rose in her heart, making her tremble with fear.
Fu Heng seemed to have endless patience and methods for dealing with her, until Meng Qingci broke down and completely surrendered, her hair disheveled as if washed clean, her hairpins and ornaments long gone, tears streaming down her face as she sobbed uncontrollably.
Fu Heng still wouldn't let her off the hook: "Call me godfather."
Forced into a corner by him, Meng Qingci had no choice but to yield and reach out to hook her arms around his neck, pressing her lips against his and whispering softly as if a mosquito were buzzing in her ear.
Fu Heng was finally satisfied. He wiped away her tears and teased her, "I don't mind being your godfather here. As long as we're together, I'm happy to do it."
Meng Qingci was so disgusted by his shameless vulgarities that she almost vomited, but she was helpless against him and could only curse, "Vulgar."
Fu Heng chuckled, waved his hand, with its distinct, bamboo-like knuckles, in front of her, and added, "Indeed vulgar."
Meng Qingci could no longer tolerate him and began to punch and kick him, naturally adding new wounds to the governor's handsome face.
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Fu Heng returned from the capital and was busy with official duties. He also had to have the merchants from Minzhou pretend to be rebels to the military governor from the capital. He did not usually refuse to have her by his side.
Meng Qingci was trapped by Fu Heng and couldn't find a chance to escape. Although she was anxious, she never gave up. So she went out of the mansion to wander around almost every morning and didn't return until sunset.
That day, she went out, got into the carriage, and then lifted the curtain to say, "Go to the Great Buddha Temple."
Mo Song looked troubled and secretly groaned: This master really never stops.
He was originally Fu Heng's capable steward, in charge of the accounts of all of Fu Heng's properties, and many people used to vie to curry favor with him. Now, however, he has been reduced to a servant who runs errands for her.
Despite his deep reluctance, Mo Song dared not show it. This woman was already difficult to serve, and knowing his master's nature, he couldn't afford to offend her daily and have her find ways to torment him and vent her anger.
Today, he suddenly said he wanted to go to the Great Buddha Temple, which would be outside the city. If something went wrong or something went wrong, he couldn't bear the responsibility. He didn't dare to act on his own and stood stiffly outside the carriage, looking worried, and hesitated to set off.
Meng Qingci suddenly lifted the carriage curtain, her face cold, and sneered: "If you're not sure what to do, then quickly go and ask someone who can make a decision. Don't put on this face and delay here. What, do you think I not only have to watch your master's face, but now I also have to watch the faces of his subordinates?"
Mo Song quickly bowed and smiled apologetically: "How could that be! Master instructed that we should listen to Miss when we are out and about. Miss can go wherever she wants."
Upon hearing this, Meng Qingci abruptly flung her hand, and the curtain fell with a thud.
Mo Song dared not delay and hurriedly ordered the gatekeeper to go in and report to Fu Heng. In his heart, however, he had already made up his mind: if his master did not agree, he would immediately ride after him, and it would still be in time. If he then fought his way back to the manor, the young lady would not blame him, and he would not offend either side.
However, Mo Song thought that, given his master's recent temperament, he would most likely agree.
During the time Meng Qingci spent with Fu Heng, she noticed that he seemed to have lowered his guard towards her somewhat. She secretly calculated in her mind that the time was ripe. She decided to leave the city today to see what would happen to the so-called "fragrance cultivation" if she were truly separated from Fu Heng.
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Author's note: My biological clock has reached this point, so I can only update at this time, but I will guarantee daily updates. If I don't update, I will definitely let you know. Thank you all for your support.
I haven't written in a long time, so this story mainly focuses on the romance between the male and female leads. The political intrigue is only secondary and won't be too complicated. If you like political intrigue, feel free to leave a comment and let me know.
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This is definitely a satisfying story of forceful acquisition and plunder.
I even picked out a cover for my pre-order novel, "Locking the Golden Branch," and it almost blinded me.
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Wang Yuanzhen saved Xiao Yan's life, but Xiao Yan repaid kindness with enmity, forcibly seizing his property.
As Xiao Yan lay dying from his severe injuries, he saw a woman, graceful in the light and shadow, wearing a jade lotus headdress with two flowing ribbons, and a Guanyin mole between her brows, like a celestial maiden descended to earth.
He should have repaid the debt of saving his life, but instead he committed despicable acts.
Mine clearance:
1. Classic melodramatic plot, SC (sexual infidelity), male lead is a stalker, female lead is delicate, size difference, age difference.
2. A fictional, chaotic medley of events, with numerous warlords vying for power.
3. The trope of forcibly taking or seizing property.
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