Chapter 6

Chapter 6

Lin Qiao was eventually tied up and brought back home.

It wasn’t my doing.

It was the Marquise’s men who did it.

He was given a thorough scolding, but he remained stubbornly unrepentant.

He even tried to negotiate terms with me.

“If you request a divorce and leave of your own accord, I’ll convince my father to give your father another promotion.”

I looked at him with a smile. “You can’t even convince them to let you marry Qian San Niang, yet you think you can negotiate anything else? Where do you get such confidence?”

He flew into a rage. “What exactly will it take for you to leave?”

“What use would it be if I left? Even if I’m gone, there will be other girls. Your parents will never agree to let you marry Qian San Niang. You should give up on that dream.”

The angrier he got, the gentler I became. “As long as your father is the Marquis of Changping, you will never be the master of the Marquis’s Mansion.”

I rested my hand on his shoulder. “Be a good boy and stop making a fuss. Carrying on the family line for the Marquis’s Mansion is the only thing that matters.”

“Don’t touch me!”

He backed away.

I stepped forward.

Until I had him cornered against the wall.

“You want to do it standing up, then?” I asked in a soft, sultry voice.

He looked at me with utter disbelief. “Zhao Yuehua, how can there be a woman as shameless as you in this world?”

I chuckled, covering my mouth, then braced my arms against the wall to cage him in. “Hitting is a sign of affection, and scolding is a sign of love. So, it turns out my husband loves me this much!”

Lin Qiao: “Aargh!”

I began to strip him of his clothes.

He gripped his waistband tightly, unyielding even in the face of death. “If you have any dignity, stop using drugs on me! Put away those filthy tricks of yours! I’m telling you, I feel absolutely nothing for you! I want to vomit just looking at you! As a woman, you-”

He suddenly went silent, his eyes widening.

I had taken off my clothes.

All that remained was a bright red dudou embroidered with mandarin ducks playing in the water.

My snow-white skin and proud curves were on full display.

His face turned so red it looked like it might bleed.

I slowly leaned in, breathing softly into his ear.

He instantly became “aroused.”

I bit his earlobe and whispered, “Admit it. You’re actually enjoying this, aren’t you?”