C14 (1/2)

Ling Chaofeng originally thought that Mu Xiaowan was going to escape, but she just threw the jade bracelet on the ground and ran back to him. He didn't know why, but he was furious when he saw her clumsily climb onto the horse carriage. When their gazes met, two days ago, she had seen the fear of the plague, but today, she always carried a bit of contempt, as if he looked down on himself.

Along the way back to the inn, the two of them were both silent. Ling Chaofeng recalled how many times he had talked privately with the Second Madam, but was met each time by Mu Xiaowan.

When the carriage returned to the inn, he extended his hand to Xiaowan to help her off the carriage. Xiaowan glanced at him and slowly climbed down.

Aunt Zhang burned paper money in front of her door and asked the two of them to step over the brazier. Xiaowan didn't know so many rules, so when her aunt asked her to do it, she did. However, when the flames were extinguished and the bronze pot was pitch-black, it seemed as though it had been used to burn something. Could it be that countless people had died here?

The Main Hall became empty again as he followed Aunt Zhang to clean the guest rooms. Every room was empty, and sure enough, in the past three to four days, other than Lord Sun, the rest of the guests had never come back.

Perhaps they had to avoid the officials of the capital, as ordinary people did not dare to come and stay, but today, Lord Sun had left. After staying in the hall for half a day, countless people rushed to the door and stayed far away from the inn, as if they were afraid of being sucked in if they got any closer.

That night, Xiaowan was woken up by the noise in her dreams. The rhythmic sound was like she was chopping meat. She walked out of the room, leaned on the railing and looked down. There was a light in the kitchen.

His hands unconsciously covered his chest, listening to the ”duo duo” sound. Tears flowed from his eyes. Could … could it be that they were chopping off his grandson …

At this time, in the darkness, with a hand on Xiaowan's shoulder, she was so scared that she lost her courage.

Everyone came out. At the third floor's staircase, Xiaowan was sitting on the floor, holding onto the railing and trembling, while Ling Chaofeng stood at the side with a blank look on his face.

Xiaowan kept on crying. Even when she was brought downstairs, she still cried. When Aunt Zhang asked her what was wrong, she could not say anything. At this time, Uncle Biao came out from the kitchen with two kitchen knives, his bib was covered with blood, such a tall and sturdy man, it seemed that with every step he took, a hole could be made in the ground, who knows when, the knife in his hand would be used to chop himself into pieces.

Terrified, she crawled under the table and begged, ”Don't kill me, don't kill me …”

”What happened to the child?” Aunt Zhang squatted beside the table and tried to pull her out, ”Evening, what happened?”

Ling Chaofeng pushed away the heavy table with one hand and because he was carrying the legs of the table, Xiaowan was dragged along the floor. But in the next moment, Ling Chaofeng bent down to pick her up, and the little girl cried so much that she looked pitiful.

Ershan held the candlestick, and softly spoke from the side: ”Uncle, did you wake up the inner manager?”

Uncle Biao was startled: ”I'm chopping meat, preparing the filling.”

Upstairs, the Xiaowan knew that her struggles were useless, or perhaps she was scared to the point of exhaustion. Ling Chaofeng carried her all the way back to the house.

Even after lying down, his body was still trembling, Xiaowan bit her lips, but his body was suddenly ripped apart, she opened his eyes, and Ling Chaofeng's face was in front of him, his eyes were extremely beautiful, with pitch black pupils, as though she was hiding her world.

”You, what are you trying to do?” Xiaowan's heart trembled as she used her strength to push the man's body away.

Her heart almost jumped out of her throat. She wasn't frightened just now, but at such a close distance. A man of such beauty, her nominal husband, she didn't know what would happen next.

He had already seen her naked body. If anything else happened, she would … Wait, Xiaowan suddenly remembered that on the night of their marriage, she was brought back by Ling Chaofeng and was unconscious for an entire night. Aunt Zhang only said that it was him who gave her a bath, then what about after that? Could it be that on that night …

”Did you do anything to me?” Xiaowan asked with tears in her eyes, ”On the night I escaped, what did you do to me?”

”What do you want me to do?” Ling Chaofeng coldly asked, ”I gave you a bath, then what?”

The Xiaowan was furious, embarrassed and anxious. Hot blooded, she raised her hand to slap Ling Chaofeng on the face, but Ling Chaofeng caught him, not touching him at all. He sneered: ”You want to hit me?”

Even Ling Chaofeng did not expect Mu Xiaowan to be so ”unyielding”, and perhaps unyielding was not the most appropriate way to describe it. But at this moment, the petite girl pounced forward, and when one of her hands was grabbed, she seized the opportunity to grab hold of her own hand and bit into her wrist with her mouth, as though her strength was going to pierce through flesh.

Xiaowan was once again thrown onto the bed, the tall and big man glared at her fiercely, his wide chest rising and falling like a flame. Only then did she feel a bit of fear, not knowing whether he would beat her to death to vent his anger, and what was terrifying was not a beating, but a beating … Xiaowan held onto her chest, thinking about how she would die if Ling Chaofeng dared to rape her.

”Uncle Biao is chopping pork, preparing to sell the meat stuffing to the tomorrow.” Ling Chaofeng shook his hands, it had been so many years since someone hurt him, he was angry now, ”Don't make everyone uncomfortable, if you keep making trouble, I won't be polite anymore.”

Xiaowan hugged her chest and stared at him. She wasn't afraid since she was dead anyway. This man took Second Madam's money to help her harm Mrs. Sun. She had a valiant temperament, but was actually so filthy deep down in her bones.