Flower Stealing Master

Chapter 696: Deceiving the Heavens to Cross the Sea

Song Qingshu was momentarily stunned by the w0man’s movements, though he assumed it was nothing more than Madame Tang’s overwhelming passion. A warm feeling welled up in his heart, and he lifted his head to seize the opportunity to press his lips against her ruby red ones.

“Mm…” Huang Rong hadn’t expected Song Qingshu’s sudden k!ss. Caught completely off guard, just as she was about to clench her teeth shut, his t0ngue decisively broke through, intertwining with hers.

“Madame Tang, your little mouth is truly sweet.” Even though his tongue was otherwise occupied, Song Qingshu’s skill in conveying messages covertly allowed him to offer the compliment almost instinctively.

When the last of her defenses had fallen, a look of bewilderment flashed in Huang Rong’s eyes, followed by a deep sigh. In the end, she had yielded to him…

Images flooded her mind as she recalled their first meeting in Jingzhou Prefecture. At that time, she was the exalted Gang Leader Huang, the revered Madame Guo, while the other party was nothing more than an inconspicuous young man. The only thing that had impressed her was the clarity in his eyes—and that was all. Who could have imagined that one day she would be pinned beneath him, subjected to his wanton ab*use?

Huang Rong also recalled the time at the Golden Serpent Camp in the cave, when the two of them had conspired to deceive Ouyang Feng—nearly coming to blows as their feigned performance turned all too real.

‘Is it all fate?’ she wondered in confusion. Despite having fought through countless crises to preserve her chastity, she never expected that, in the end, that man would invade her b0dy.

‘Brother Jing, I truly did my best…’ a trace of sorrow whispered in her heart.

Song Qingshu, unaware that the w0man beneath him was none other than the incomparable Madame Guo, greedily savored the sweet, fragrant taste of her. Although reluctant to admit it, Huang Rong sadly discovered that his passionate k!sses had indeed stirred her.

‘After all, tonight’s events are known only to me,’ a peculiar thought crossed her mind. Since what was forbidden had already transpired, why continue to be coy? She resolved that she must have him finish quickly so that she could make her escape.
“Ahng~”

With that thought, Huang Rong finally yielded to her b0dy’s instinctive impulses. Her graceful arms extended as she gently wrapped around his broad, solid back, while her long, snow-white legs naturally clamped around his waist. Lifting her delicate, alabaster neck, she began to return his k!sses with ardor…

After an indeterminate time, Huang Rong, propped against the headboard, gazed at the man beside her, now sound asleep, her cheeks flushed bright red. She knew that Song Qingshu possessed extraordinary martial skills—if she couldn’t drain him of his energy until he slumbered, it would be impossible later to swap Madame Tang back. Thus, she had exerted every bit of her ability to cling to him.

“What a beast!” she muttered under her breath.

Silently spitting, she thought of how many times he must have erupted inside her, and a faint trace of worry appeared in the delicate arches of her brows and at the corners of her eyes: What if she inadvertently became pregnant…?

But now was not the time for such thoughts. Seeing that Song Qingshu had finally drifted into slumber, Huang Rong hurriedly tiptoed off the bed. The moment her feet touched the ground, they suddenly buckled, and she nearly collapsed.

Gazing at her still trembling legs, Huang Rong shot an annoyed glance at the man in bed. ‘What a loss tonight—I nearly lost my life because of him.’

After drawing a deep breath, she gradually composed herself. First, she fumbled around in the dark until she found her clothes. Just as she was about to change, she was startled to discover that her close-fitting undergarment had been torn in half. Mortified and infuriated, she muttered, “What a crude man!”

Hurriedly, she donned some other garments and stuffed the shredded underclothes into her bosom; she could not leave any evidence that she had been there.

Once she had tidied up, Huang Rong rushed to the wardrobe and brought Madame Tang back to the bed, placing her beside Song Qingshu. In her haste to unfasten Madame Tang’s clothes, she inadvertently brushed against the w0man’s b0dy in the darkness—and had to admit inwardly: ‘this fox spirit’s figure is indeed excellent; no wonder that b*stard Song Qingshu was utterly infatuated with her.’

Having arranged the scene to be utterly flawless, Huang Rong no longer wished to linger a moment longer. In a flash, she fled. Once she reached the secret rendezvous point of the Beggar Gang, the first order she gave her subordinates was to fetch a large bucket of hot water. Ṝ𝔞ℕ𝘰ᛒĚṠ

Gazing into the water, she saw the reflection of a w0man with a rosy, peach-tinted face and eyes dancing with rippling light—a far cry from the haggard, dust-covered look of just a few days ago. Huang Rong knew that it was all thanks to that b*stard’s diligent “irrigation.” Overwhelmed with sorrow, she sank nearby and wept quietly.

It wasn’t until dawn—after she had washed herself incessantly in the bath until her skin turned red and began to ache faintly—that she finally, tearfully, drifted off to sleep.

When Song Qingshu awoke the next morning, he felt more refreshed than ever. Looking upon Madame Tang, curled in his embrace, he couldn’t help but smile softly as he re-covered her with the quilt.

“Having been tossed about in the bed all night, you must be exhausted,” he said tenderly as he glanced at her, before cautiously rising.

Last night, after rescuing Madame Tang from Wanyan Liang’s clutches, Song Qingshu felt it necessary to check on the situation over there. Although he had applied the Soul Capture Technique on him, there was no guarantee that nothing had gone awry—if it aroused the suspicions of the Jin entourage, it would spell disaster. (G: Changing Bewitching Technique to Soul Capture Technique. I think I changed it before, but I forgot to change it on my note. Sorry.)

From Tang Kuo Bian’s explanations the previous night, he learned that Wanyan Liang and his men were completely unaware of his existence. It was an extremely advantageous situation; if his trail were exposed because of last night’s affair, things would turn very sour.

While walking along, Song Qingshu suddenly recalled Huang Rong. Who knew when she would manage the matters on the Beggar Gang’s end, or why he still needed to confer with her on a comprehensive strategy to rescue Guo Jing?

But what he didn’t know was that Huang Rong had already returned last night—and that he had spent the entire night roughly d0minating her!

No sooner had Song Qingshu departed than Huang Rong slipped into the courtyard behind him. In truth, she had been lingering there all along; her thoughts still weighed with concern for her husband’s safety. Yet, uncertain how to face Song Qingshu, she had dared not enter until now.

Seeing him leave restored her courage. Moreover, she remembered a flaw in the plan she had arranged the previous night that needed to be fixed while he was away. With that in mind, she stealthily slipped into the room.

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