The Master and His Wealthy Fiancée

”Don’t ask what you shouldn’t. You’ll know when you get there!” Murong Xi answered coldly.

Murong Qing bit her glossy lips and demanded of the maid, ”Is there no underwear?”

The maid quickly lowered her head.

Murong Xi’s eyes narrowed. ”You’re not pure anymore, so what’s there to be shy about!” she sneered. ”I’m telling you, there’s nothing!”

After speaking, she lit another cigarette. Murong Qing’s beauty and figure made her burn with jealousy. Not only her looks, but her talent was also superior, which infuriated Murong Xi.

Murong Qing frowned and said with finality, ”I’m not going. I’d rather die from the pain. Just kill me!” Underneath the revealing outfit, she wore nothing at all.

Murong Xi turned her head and gestured. The maid immediately held up a black cloak. At the same time, she took out the conch shell again and sneered, ”Make your choice!”

In the end, Murong Xi led a figure wrapped in a black cloak into a Rolls-Royce. Under the ”protection” of two Murong Clan members, they left the Nanhai Hotel.

The car drove smoothly, but Murong Qing grew more and more alarmed. This wasn’t the way to the Wu Family’s residence at all.

As the car left the city, Murong Qing couldn’t help but ask, ”Where on earth are we going?”

Murong Xi replied faintly, ”Get some rest. We still have a ways to go.” Her expression was a little downcast.

At that moment, a flicker of hesitation crossed her mind. ’Should I really push Murong Qing into that bottomless abyss, to fall with her into this filthy Hell? I remember being the prodigy of the Murong Family in my own childhood. But everything changed when Murong Qing was born. Because of that special bloodline, the entire clan doted on her, and I was slowly forgotten.’

’I was consumed by envy. Murong Qing had stolen everything from me. No matter how hard I worked, I was invisible to the Murong Ancestor. Only after enduring countless hardships and finally breaking through to the Grandmaster realm did the Ancestor even remember my name. And for what? To be cast aside as a pawn in a marriage alliance with the Wu Family.’

’Perhaps this was fate’s injustice. The only way to feel better is to drag the one on top down into the mud with me. It was my own idea, pitched to the Murong Ancestor. It was I who had deceived Murong Qing’s parents. Everything I’ve done has led to this very moment.’

At that, her gaze hardened as she looked at Murong Qing’s beautiful profile. ’The Murong Clan wants to produce a supreme expert?’ she thought venomously. ’In your dreams! From now on, you can obediently serve the Gu God!’

The car drove into increasingly remote areas, from sparsely populated suburbs to a place utterly devoid of people.

Yet, in such a remote place, there was a surprisingly well-paved road.

Outside, the sky began to darken. Barbed-wire fences appeared on both sides of the road, along with rows of signs.

”PRIVATE PROPERTY - NO TRESPASSING!”

The sign appeared again and again. Soon, they reached a checkpoint. Murong Xi rolled down the window and said to the guard, ”It’s me.” They were waved through.

The car drove for a little while longer before coming to a smooth stop.

”We’re here. Get out,” Murong Xi said coldly.

Murong Qing stepped out of the car and realized the two men from the Murong Clan hadn’t followed. Her heart skipped a beat. Whether they were protectors, monitors, or escorts, at least they were her clansmen. They wouldn’t have stood by and watched her die.

”Where are Thirteenth Uncle and Sixteenth Uncle?” Murong Qing asked.

”Now that you’re here, their mission is complete. Come with me,” Murong Xi replied calmly.

A slight breeze blew past, carrying a salty taste. Murong Qing deduced they must be very close to the sea. Sure enough, she soon heard the faint sound of waves.

Following Murong Xi in the direction of the sea breeze, Murong Qing cursed inwardly. ’If it weren’t for the Murong Ancestor’s Secret Technique inside me, all I’d have to do is jump into the sea, and no one here could catch me.’

The two arrived at a seaside villa. The massive villa was completely unlit and shrouded in darkness.

An ugly, sleazy-looking old man stood before the villa. He watched Murong Xi present an unlit lantern, but his murky eyes, which seemed to glow with a green light, were fixed on Murong Qing. It was as if he could see right through her cloak to the outfit beneath. He licked his lips, swallowed hard, and chuckled. ”Heh heh... you’re the twenty-seventh. We’re still short a few. You can go on ahead and wait.”

Murong Xi paid no attention to what the old man was saying and was already walking ahead. Murong Qing hurried to keep up.

The two didn’t enter the villa at all, but bypassed it and continued walking toward the seashore.

Murong Qing felt more and more that this ritual was bizarre. The only reason she’d come was because Murong Xi had told her that if she failed the test, she wouldn’t have to marry into the Wu Family. ’I absolutely cannot let myself pass,’ she had resolved. Otherwise, she would have rather died than put on this outfit that made her skin crawl.

Walking along the shore, they came to a torch-lit cave. Two men stood at the entrance. They wore masks and were bare-chested, wearing only shorts that resembled swim trunks.

The masks were very simple, just pieces of burlap that covered their entire faces, leaving only their mouths and chins exposed. On the burlap was written the ancient character for ”insect.”

Both men were well-built, but the more muscular one with a buzz cut seemed to be able to see through his mask. He whistled at Murong Xi. ”Yo! You actually brought her here yourself. Afraid she’d run away?”

At this moment, Murong Xi was just like one of her own maids, standing stiffly with her head bowed.

”I was just worried, so I brought her myself.” Her tone was exceptionally docile.

The man’s lips curled into a smirk. ”Come here!”

Murong Xi obediently walked over.

The man grabbed Murong Xi’s chin and kissed her directly. Murong Xi didn’t resist at all; on the contrary, she responded passionately.

This shocked Murong Qing. This man was definitely not Murong Xi’s husband. She had met Murong Xi’s husband; he was smaller and thinner than the man before her.

The man didn’t just force a kiss on her. One of his hands slipped into Murong Xi’s top, while the other lifted her short skirt and slid underneath.