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However, Wang Meng had no time to care about any of that at the moment.
His internal energy was pushed to its limit at this moment, and his footsteps tapped on the bluestone slabs, his figure as fast as a ghost.
The maids only felt a blur before their eyes, and a gust of wind rushed towards them. Before they could react, Wang Meng's figure had already passed them and rushed to the top of the stairs of the embroidered building.
"boom!"
He kicked open the rather flimsy staircase partition, and without pausing, he took three steps at a time and rushed up to the second floor in the blink of an eye!
Li Qingluo was frantically trying to tie a pink mandarin duck and lotus flower bodice around her neck.
She was so focused on teasing Wang Meng and enjoying the feeling of being in control that she never expected Wang Yuyan and Murong Fu to suddenly barge in.
Hearing Wang Meng's footsteps and the maid's exclamation downstairs, she was startled, thinking that Wang Yuyan and the others had rushed up.
But then, the familiar, aggressive footsteps made her realize instantly—it was Wang Meng!
What is this thief up to?
Li Qingluo was both shocked and angry. Just as she was about to reprimand someone, she heard a creak and the door to her boudoir, which she never allowed outsiders to enter, was suddenly pushed open from the outside!
"Madam, I'll show you today."
Am I a silver spear and a wax stick, or an unyielding diamond drill?
Chapter Sixteen: Counterattack! Capture Li Qingluo! (Part 2)
"boom!"
The door was flung open by Wang Meng's burly body with an irresistible force.
Li Qingluo turned around abruptly and met Wang Meng's eyes, which were bloodshot yet gleamed with a fierce, beast-like light that was both familiar and unfamiliar to her.
He stood at the doorway, his tall figure almost filling the door frame. The outline of his bulging muscles was clearly visible beneath his coarse cloth clothes, and his chest heaved violently with his rapid breathing, exuding a strong sense of oppression and a strong masculine aura that instantly filled the boudoir filled with the fragrance of orchids and musk.
"You...you dog!"
"Do you...do you want to rebel?!"
Li Qingluo's voice was sharp with shock and anger, and even trembled slightly.
She subconsciously tried to cover the large expanse of snow-white, smooth skin on her chest with her arms, as well as the two nipples under her bodice that were quietly erect and blushing due to nervousness and...some inexplicable stimulation.
However, Wang Meng did not give her any chance to react.
He strode in, each step seeming to tread on Li Qingluo's heart.
His gaze, almost tangible, roamed unabashedly over her nearly naked, mature body. His eyes, rather than being lewd, were more of a scrutinizing gaze filled with possessiveness and a desire to conquer.
"Madam!" Mei, you, you, you, empty, Mei, didn't think about it...
Wang Meng grinned, revealing a set of gleaming white teeth. His smile carried a hint of wildness and cruelty. "Today I'll show you whether I'm just a silver spear and a wax stick, or an unyielding diamond!"
These crude and arrogant words, like sparks igniting a wildfire, instantly set off a forbidden flame within Li Qingluo's body!
“You…you are so outrageous!”
Li Qingluo trembled with rage, her beautiful face flushed red, whether from shame or anger, it was hard to tell.
She never imagined that this vulgar servant, who had been groveling before her and letting her tease him just moments before, would dare to be so bold and so... blatantly provoking her!
However, beneath this extreme shame and anger, an even stronger and more secretive sense of excitement, like a venomous snake, snaked out from the deepest part of her heart and quickly swept through her limbs and bones.
She was genuinely furious, after all, her daughter and Murong Fu were just outside the courtyard, separated by only a wall. If they were to witness such an unsavory scene, how could she save face?
Where does the reputation of Mantuo Villa lie?
You can't
She could even clearly hear Wang Yuyan's anxious calls and Murong Fu's calm words of comfort downstairs; each sound was like a whip lashing at her taut nerves.
But the excitement and enjoyment were real!
This sudden, unconventional stimulation, this experience of being brutally intruded into her private space by a man of lowly status and subjected to the most explicit "teasing" in his own words, gave her an unprecedented, almost uncontrollable tremor.
Her body reacted more honestly than her mind.
Those wide-open peach blossom eyes, filled with anger, were suddenly veiled with moisture, shimmering with a mixture of surprise and fear, yet also carrying an indescribable glimmer of expectation.
The straps of her newly tied bodice loosened slightly as her body trembled, making her two snow-white, full breasts appear even more prominent.
She could feel her heart pounding like a drum, her blood rushing so fast it almost made her dizzy, and deep in her lower abdomen, that familiar emptiness and longing that she both loved and hated was surging uncontrollably.
"You...you damned lackey...aren't you afraid...aren't you afraid I'll send people to...to beat you to death with clubs?"
Li Qingluo's voice still carried anger, but upon closer listening, it lacked some of its confidence and gained a more hoarse, alluring quality—a complex tone mixed with fear and longing.
She uttered the harshest words, but her body involuntarily leaned back slightly against the dressing table, as if she were already somewhat unsteady on her feet.
Those long, slender, fair legs also felt slightly weak due to nervousness and excitement.
Looking into Wang Meng's aggressive eyes and at his face, which appeared even more ferocious due to desire, she felt both a sense of humiliation and a hidden, maddening desire to be conquered.
"An unyielding diamond?"
She wanted to see if this thief really had the "ability"!
Inside this boudoir, the atmosphere was tense, with desire and crisis swirling within. Outside the boudoir, in the courtyard, the tension had also reached its peak.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
The dull and urgent knocking, like the urgent beat of a drum, pounded on the already flimsy moon gate of the courtyard.
Each impact caused the door to groan in pain, and wood chips fell in a flurry.
"Mother!
Mother!"
Wang Yuyan's tearful cries pierced through the door and came in clearly.
Her voice was filled with anxiety and unease, clearly indicating that she had encountered some extremely urgent matter that made her so reckless.
The maids guarding behind the moon gate were now ashen-faced and at a loss for what to do.
They obeyed the lady's strict orders to guard the courtyard gate and not let anyone in.
But outside the door were their young mistress and her cousin, the pride of the Murong family. How could they dare to actually stop them?
Moreover, the girls and maids outside had all stopped moving.
It seems that Murong Fu has already used acupressure on him.
Although they were skilled in martial arts, how could they possibly be a match for Murong Nan?
All he could do was plead desperately: "Miss!"
"Please, both of you, Madam truly has urgent business and cannot receive guests!"
"Yes, Madam gave the order not to see anyone. We servants are just following orders. Please, both of you, be merciful and don't make things difficult for us!"
However, these pleas seemed pale and powerless in the face of Wang Yuyan's anxiety and Murong Fu's insistence.
"Get out of the way! If you don't move, don't blame me for being impolite!"
Wang Yuyan's voice suddenly rose, carrying a hint of determination rarely seen in her usual tone.
"Cousin, move aside!"
"Bang!"
With a loud crash, the latch of the moon gate seemed to have been broken by a powerful force!
Immediately following were the suppressed gasps of the maids and the chaotic sound of footsteps.
"Miss, you mustn't!"
"Stop them! Stop them now!"
However, it was clear that the few maids were no match for Wang Yuyan, who was determined to break in, and the highly skilled Murong Fu.
"crunch-"
The small door leading from the embroidered building to the courtyard was suddenly pushed open from the outside.
Wang Yuyan, dressed in a pale yellow dress, was the first to appear at the door. Her beautiful face was filled with anxiety and worry, and her bright eyes were filled with tears as she looked around as if searching for something.
Following closely behind was Murong Fu, dressed in a moon-white brocade robe, with a handsome face and an elegant demeanor.
Although he tried his best to remain calm, his furrowed brows and sharp eyes betrayed his inner turmoil.
His gaze was like lightning, quickly sweeping across every corner of the courtyard.
Li Qingluo, who was in her boudoir upstairs, heard the increasingly close noise, especially the clear sound of the door being pushed open, and her heart almost jumped out of her throat!
coming!
They actually broke in!
The strange excitement that arose from Wang Meng's brutal intrusion was instantly replaced by a stronger sense of fear and shame.
She could almost imagine that the next moment, Wang Yuyan and Murong Fu would rush up the stairs and then... see her disheveled state, sharing a room with a vulgar servant!
Her high-tied, cloud-like hair was slightly disheveled from the earlier panic, with a few strands of jet-black hair falling onto her snow-white shoulders, which trembled slightly with fear.
The light red silk bodice barely covered the most exposed parts of her chest, but her rapid breathing caused her two plump mounds of flesh to rise and fall like startled rabbits, almost breaking free from the edge of the bodice.
The consequences... would be unimaginable!
Just as Li Qingluo was terrified and about to scream, Wang Meng pounced on her from behind like a tiger pouncing on its prey!
Wang Meng's movements were as fast as lightning!
He reacted almost at the same time that Wang Yuyan and Murong Fu appeared at the courtyard gate.
He strode up behind Li Qingluo, his strong arms encircling her soft, slender waist like iron hoops.
The large hand, with an irresistible force, suddenly covered her cherry-like mouth, which was about to cry out in surprise!
"Ugh! Ugh—!"
Li Qingluo felt a strong masculine scent, thick with sweat, rush towards her. Then, her mouth was tightly covered by a rough and warm hand, and all her screams and cries for help were choked back into her throat, leaving only a few muffled sobs.
Wang Meng's hard, iron-like chest pressed tightly against her smooth back.
Through the thin silk bodice, she could clearly feel the astonishing heat emanating from his bulging muscles and the powerful, drum-like pounding of his heart.