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In the dark bedroom, Xiao Qingyan's deep, hoarse voice, carrying a suppressed rage and a dangerous ambiguity, slowly rose into the silence.

"Jiang Zhenxue, do you really think that I, this Marquis, have no temper?"

The scorching heat of his palms burned through her clothes, and his strength locked her ankles firmly.

Jiang Zhenxue's heart skipped a beat, but she remained calm and composed, speaking in a tone as indifferent as if discussing business.

"One hundred taels a night, including lodging and rest only." She spoke calmly and clearly, "The Marquis's unauthorized handling of my hands and feet is an extra service and will be charged separately."

These words completely stirred a smile in Xiao Qingyan's heart. His deep laughter was muffled in his throat, cold and seductive.

Instead of letting go, he exerted a little force and flipped himself onto her, his tall body instantly trapping her firmly between the bed and him.

A shadow fell, and breaths mingled.

He lowered his eyes and pressed his breath against her ear, hot and scalding, both obsessive and alluring.

"Since it's calculated separately,"

"Name your price for this close-up service."

"Since it's separate," he lowered his eyes, his breath hot and scalding, almost touching her earlobe, with a touch of obsessive seduction, "then name your price for this close-up service."

Jiang Zhenxue was furious, but she smiled on the surface.

She suddenly reached out, hooked her arm around his neck, and kissed him passionately, much to his surprise.

Rather than passively becoming his spoils of war, it's better to take the initiative first.

Xiao Qingyan froze.

He had imagined that she would resist, curse, or even hit him again, but he never expected her to react this way.

This sudden, provocative kiss was like a fuse, instantly igniting all the suppressed flames within him.

He took the initiative and pressed her down onto the soft bed.

There was not a trace of gentleness in it.

Jiang Zhenxue looked at the man who was leaning on her, at his phoenix eyes that were burning red with lust and anger, and felt no fear at all.

Anyway, he's so handsome and has a great physique, so I'm not losing out. Besides, judging from his appearance, he's the type who doesn't mess around with women.

By any measure, she's the one who's profited from sleeping with a young, handsome, and powerful marquis.

……

A night of entanglement.

翌日清晨，天光微亮.

Jiang Zhenxue woke up first.

She moved her aching body; the man beside her was still fast asleep.

When he was asleep, all his usual sharpness and menacing aura disappeared. His long eyelashes cast quiet shadows under his eyes, making him as handsome as a soulless jade statue.

Jiang Zhenxue propped herself up and sat up, looking him over without any attempt to hide it.

Looking at the red marks she had pinched on his body and his obviously exhausted sleeping posture, the smile on her lips became even more pronounced.

She quietly got out of bed, picked up her clothes scattered on the floor, and slowly and carefully put them on.

As she reached the door, she seemed to remember something, turned back, and walked to the bedside.

She bent down, stretched out her finger, and gently poked Xiao Qingyan's cheek.

"My lord, wake up."

Disturbed in his sleep, Xiao Qingyan frowned impatiently and slowly opened his eyes.

What catches the eye is Jiang Zhenxue's face, which is full of smiles.

That smile was innocent and pure, like a flower glistening with morning dew.

"Is the Marquis awake?" she asked softly, her tone carrying just the right amount of concern. "You worked hard last night; you served me well."

Xiao Qingyan's mind was still somewhat muddled.

Serve?

Jiang Zhenxue didn't give him time to react. She straightened up, straightened her clothes, and continued in that considerate tone of a boss comforting an employee, "You look exhausted, you must be hungry. I'll have someone prepare some healthy snacks and send them over for you. You should rest well."

She paused, as if suddenly remembering something important, and slapped her forehead.

"Oh dear, it's getting late. I still have a bunch of accounts to settle at my shop. I'll be going now."

After saying that, she turned and left, her steps light and quick, without the slightest hesitation.

With a "bang," the door was gently closed.

The room fell silent once more.

Xiao Qingyan lay alone on the messy bed, her words still echoing in her mind.

"Thanks for your hard work."

"Well served."

"Get some rest."

He was stunned for a good quarter of an hour, as if struck by lightning, before he finally figured out the huge, shameless, and outrageous sense of humiliation in those words!

What did she take him for?

Are they male prostitutes who sell their bodies in brothels?!

"Jiang! Zhen! Xue!"

A suppressed roar burst forth from between his teeth, and the entire roof beams of Yingxian Tower seemed to tremble three times.

He suddenly jumped out of bed, grabbed his outer robe from the screen, and was about to chase after her, but the woman had already disappeared without a trace!

Enraged, he slammed his fist on the table, and the fine pear wood square table shattered instantly!

Outside the door, Fu'an was terrified and scrambled to his knees, crying, "My lord, please calm down! My lord, please calm down!"

……

Meanwhile, the culprit who ignited the explosive barrel was walking blissfully through the morning mist of Yunyang County.

She bought a steaming hot meat bun from a roadside stall, took a big bite, and felt her mouth full of oil, feeling completely refreshed.

Kicking him was revenge for that slap.

These words this morning were revenge for his coercion.

The score is settled.

Jiang Zhenxue hummed a tuneless little tune, feeling that the sky in Yunyang County was bluer than usual.

She spent the entire morning at Qingyun Pavilion checking accounts, arranging staff, and handling everything in an orderly manner.

By noon, she figured the madman's anger should have subsided, so she leisurely returned to Yingxian Tower.

As soon as I reached the top of the stairs on the second floor, I felt a chilling, bone-chilling murderous aura that almost froze the air.

Jiang Zhenxue knew exactly what was going on, but pretended not to, and pushed open the door.

The room was a complete mess.

The table cracked, the chairs tipped over, and valuable porcelain shattered all over the floor.

Xiao Qingyan sat in the middle of the mess, dressed in black, his face ashen, his eyes so sinister they looked like he wanted to devour someone.

Seeing her come in, he slowly stood up.

The next second, a strong gust of wind swept in!

Jiang Zhenxue felt a blur before her eyes, and then a large, iron-like hand gripped her neck tightly, lifting her up and slamming her against the wall.

"How do you want to die?"

Xiao Qingyan's voice came from hell, and every word was filled with an intense killing intent.

The feeling of suffocation came instantly, but Jiang Zhenxue was not afraid at all.

She even had the leisure to raise her hand and pat the back of his hand that was gripping her neck, as if she were soothing a cat with its fur standing on end.

"My lord, why are you so angry in the middle of the day?"

Her voice was hoarse from lack of oxygen, but her tone remained as infuriatingly flippant as ever.

"What? Is Lord Hou dissatisfied with my assessment this morning?"

She met his fiery gaze, but instead of backing down, she stepped forward, a wicked smile playing on her lips.

"Or perhaps... Your Excellency isn't very confident in your performance last night?"