Flower Stealing Master

Chapter 532: The Return of the Heart Demon

Jiao Wan’er had always considered Song Qingshu to be a lu*stful man, but she never imagined he could be this depraved. 

Not only was she a married woman, but she was also the wife of his subordinate. How could he make such a shameless demand?

“Did I not make myself clear enough?” Song Qingshu walked directly up to Jiao Wan’er, lifting her chin with a smirk. “A moment ago, you swore your loyalty, yet now you refuse to obey my very first command. How am I supposed to trust your devotion?”

Jiao Wan’er instinctively turned her face away, gritting her teeth. “How can I possibly comply with such a demand?”

Seeing her brush his hand away, Song Qingshu remained unfazed, leisurely asking, “Do you think your appearance is better than that of Princess Changping or the head of the Emei Sect, Master Zhou?”

“I’m just a rustic village woman; how could I dare compare myself to those fairy-like figures?” Jiao Wan’er replied indifferently.

“So you do have some self-awareness. Then do you still believe I’m after your looks?” Song Qingshu snorted coldly.

Jiao Wan’er was taken aback. Indeed, every woman around him was like a celestial beauty; why would he be interested in someone like her, a modest village beauty, especially at the risk of his own reputation?

“Then why does the Leader make such a… such a request?” Jiao Wan’er spat the words out, feeling it sullied her lips to even speak of it.

“It is merely a test of your loyalty. If you cannot be entirely devoted to me, how can I easily trust you?” Song Qingshu’s prestige had grown immensely in recent times, naturally exuding a formidable aura. Now, with a stern expression, his presence weighed down on Jiao Wan’er to the point she could barely breathe.
“My husband and I are, of course, loyal to the Leader, but this method of testing…” A flush spread across Jiao Wan’er’s face, though it was unclear if it was from anger or embarrassment. “I am already married; how could I possibly allow another man to see my body?”

“A married woman?” Song Qingshu remained nonchalant. “What if Brother Luo were to meet an unfortunate fate on the battlefield? Would that ease your concerns?”

“You!” Jiao Wan’er’s expression turned sharply angry, fully aware of his implied threat.

“Of course, if Madam listens, I can ensure Brother Luo’s safety, and I might even help him rise to great heights—achieving merits, receiving titles, and perhaps even being ennobled,” Song Qingshu spoke calmly, yet his words sent a chill through Jiao Wan’er’s veins.

“The Leader’s martial prowess is unparalleled, and you’ve achieved remarkable feats. You’re admired by many as a great hero. Why risk your reputation to harass a woman of average looks like me?” Jiao Wan’er lowered her lashes, her expression unreadable.

“Madam is too modest. Though not a peerless beauty, you are elegant and graceful; how could you be of average appearance? Besides…” Song Qingshu dropped his smile and shifted his tone, “even if I did take advantage of you, where would the risk to my reputation be?”

Jiao Wan’er’s face turned pale, then she set her jaw with resolve. “Leader, don’t take me for some weak woman who would be afraid to speak up. If I were truly v!olated, I would rather sacrifice my reputation than stay silent.”

“You think I would give you that opportunity?” Song Qingshu sneered.

‘Could he be thinking of silencing me?’

Jiao Wan’er’s heart sank, and she suddenly sprang into action, bolting towards the window. If she could just escape the room and alert others, he wouldn’t dare proceed.

She had been feigning compliance all along to lower Song Qingshu’s guard for this desperate gambit. Although her martial skills were not exceptional, she had prepared herself, and in this moment of desperation, her leap was as swift as lightning.

Unfortunately, someone was faster than lightning. Watching her dash towards the window, Song Qingshu sneered, raising his hand to make a grasping motion in the air. Jiao Wan’er felt a tremendous force pull her back, her body no longer under her control.

“Do you think you can escape right under my nose? Are you overestimating yourself or underestimating me?” Song Qingshu pressed a hand on her shoulder, laughing coldly.

“The Leader’s martial prowess is indeed unparalleled. I am in awe.” Unaccustomed to contact with other men, Jiao Wan’er instinctively flinched at the touch.

Song Qingshu did not insist on holding her; he simply let go. “Do not continue to test my patience. I’ll give you one last chance—will you un*dress yourself, or do you want me to do it?”

“I may not be well-read, but I understand honor and decency. If I am overpowered, so be it, but I will never voluntarily compromise myself.” Realizing that escape was unlikely, Jiao Wan’er’s expression was sorrowful, but each word she spoke was firm and resolute.

“So, you’re saying I should un*dress you?” Song Qingshu smirked playfully.

Jiao Wan’er lowered her head, speaking softly. “The Leader’s martial prowess is unparalleled. If you wish to un*dress me, I am powerless to resist.”

Song Qingshu glanced at her lips thoughtfully and said, “Don’t try to deceive me with words. I advise you to abandon any thoughts of biting your tongue to kill yourself. With my skills, even death will be difficult for you.”

Having her intentions exposed, Jiao Wan’er’s face turned pale. In such a dire situation, what should she do? Senior Brother, Wan’er has failed you…

“There’s no need to be so afraid. I don’t have a habit of roughing up women. If you can’t bring yourself to un*dress willingly, there’s no pleasure in it for me, either. You may leave if you wish.”

Song Qingshu’s words sparked a glimmer of hope in Jiao Wan’er’s heart. “Leader, do you truly mean this?”

“Don’t be too quick to rejoice,” noticing the hint of joy in her eyes, Song Qingshu smiled faintly. “Hear me out first before you decide whether to un*dress or leave.”

A stubborn look flashed across Jiao Wan’er’s face. “Leader, you underestimate me. No matter how you threaten or coerce, I will never willingly un*dress myself.”

“We shall see.” Song Qingshu smiled slightly and spoke leisurely, “There have been three important men in your life, one of whom is, naturally, Luo Liru.”

“My Senior Brother is my husband; of course, he is important,” Jiao Wan’er replied calmly. “And Leader, don’t bother threatening me with my husband. He would never seek advancement at the cost of my honor, nor would he sacrifice his wife to save himself.”

Song Qingshu gave her a surprised look. “You appear gentle and demure, but I see now that you are resolute and strong-willed.”

Jiao Wan’er remained silent, so Song Qingshu continued, “It seems Brother Luo is not that important to you. Very well, let’s consider another man.”

Jiao Wan’er’s lashes quivered slightly, clearly curious about which man Song Qingshu might use to threaten her next.

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