Chapter 120 - Si Rong Tries to Be a Honeytrap (1/2)

Feng Xiuyu felt shortchanged, hearing that he would only marry her after getting his hands on the treasure. She had not done all that she had, even sacrificing herself, for him not to marry her until he got his prize.

“Big Brother Rong, not only does my sister really like you, but she also has the treasure you desire. It would be best if you married her instead. As for me…” Feng Xiuyu lowered her eyes and began to sob, “I’m just a good-for-nothing. I should leave.”

“Yu’er, be good, and stop making a scene.” Si Rong was growing impatient. He was no fool. All of this was just a ruse to make him pity her and make her his consort. However, he still needed her for his plans. There was, therefore, no need to expose too many of her wrongdoings.

He managed to shut her up with this warning. Feng Xiuyu could only cry silently and pitifully. She had annoyed Si Rong, and continuing the act would only make him detest her.

“Did you just say that Feng Tianlan is still in love with me?” Si Rong narrowed his eyes. He seemed to have come up with a good strategy. He continued, “I have a way to obtain the treasure beforehand.”

“What?” An ominous feeling shrouded Feng Xiuyu’s heart.

“Isn’t she in love with me? In that case, she will surely hand over the treasure obediently if I treat her a little better.” Si Rong raised his eyebrows. Not only was this the quickest way, but he also felt that this would benefit him the most.

By then, he could make the treasure his own instead of sharing it with Feng Xiang. Besides, Feng Tianlan was no longer a good-for-nothing. Even if he were to make her his concubine, this would be a favor beyond her wildest dreams.

Furthermore, with Feng Tianlan’s current abilities, he could make her work as his assassin. He could give her a Beautifying Pill so that she recovered her previous beauty, and she could buy favors for him, making full use of her beauty should such need arise in the future.

The mere thought of it convinced Si Rong that Feng Tianlan was still very useful. She was a great pawn that could not be missed.

“Big Brother Rong, are you marrying her?” Blood immediately drained from an aghast Feng Xiuyu’s face. She had climbed into his bed so that she could force him to marry her. Why was the situation reversing?

Si Rong had not forgotten the benefits that Feng Xiuyu had brought him. He looked at her with a deep, loving gaze and said, “She’s not fit for the word ‘marry.’ She would at most be a concubine and can never threaten you.”