48 Heartbroken Servan (1/2)
As Meng Fuyao was about to reach for her acupuncture point, she heard her ask, ”You're Brother Meng, working under Sir Zong?”
”Eh?” Meng Fuyao uttered, looking herself up and down in shock. 'Is my disguise that bad?'
”I'm accustomed to identifying voices,” explained Qiao Ling. ”I can tell that you're deliberately lowering your voice,” she added, sighing. ”Brother Meng, I know you like me... but it's not possible between us.”
In an instant Meng Fuyao felt her body, as well as the finger she had reached out, turn to stone.
'What is going on?'
”You're always visiting the kitchen and striking up conversations, and you often smile at me... I know these much...” Qiao Ling added regretfully, not looking at her. ”I... do like you. If not for the general, I would've considered... but... please give up, Brother Meng.”
'Mamamia!'
'I drop by the kitchen to steal food when you're not looking.'
'I smile at everyone, not just you...'
It was a rough night for Meng Fuyao, and she had no words for Qiao Ling. She looked up and let out a prolonged sigh like a sorrowful servant would upon seeing his beloved marry another man.
Qiao Ling knitted her brows and raised her pitch a little, resolute and decisive. ”It's my fortune to be able to marry him, Brother Meng. Don't stop me or I'll hate you.”
”Oh Mother, hate me then...” Meng Fuyao mumbled under her breath, immediately shooting her palm out and deactivating Qiao Ling's acupuncture point. Amid the latter's panic-stricken face there seemed to be a tinge of hidden admiration in her eyes, which caused the former's heart to jump a little. Something was amiss.
Why wasn't she asleep at this time?
Why had she tied her hair up like that of a married woman?
And that raise in pitch...
”Clap!”
Meng Fuyao sprung up into the air and made a 360 swallow flip, exiting the window in the blink of an eye.
”Where are you running?” A low growl rose from within the room. The door curtain was pulled aside, its brilliant stringed pearls unveiling like a waterfall before an invisible force pulled one tight to form a whip and flung it toward Meng Fuyao's back.
However, before the whip reached Meng Fuyao, Guo Pingrong had already appeared right behind her.
Even without turning her head Meng Fuyao reached for her whip and did the same, causing the pearls to break and scatter onto the ground.
As the pearls rolled about, some guards who had arrived immediately stumbled to the floor. ”Watch me!” Meng Fuyao howled, full of hatred.
She no longer wanted to escape. She turned around to face Guo Pingrong, waving her fist and getting him excited. He had always been good at fist fights and naturally was more than happy to accept her challenge.
Yet, a few crow-black needles appeared from between her fingers.
Guo Pingrong immediately retracted his hands, but Meng Fuyao was a step faster. It was merely a feint; she hadn't planned to use those needles at all. Even before she kept her hand, she had already kicked her legs up, executing a somersault in midair before kicking a black object toward him.
”Take this bomb!” she laughed.
Upon seeing a black object whizzing by and hearing the word bomb, Guo Pingrong and his guards fled the scene.
Pu!––– the object landed, and a stench exploded, along with the splashing of black mud.
It was a fertilizer that Zong Yue used to cultivate Chinese knotweed and had been mixed in with some pungent herb. Meng Fuyao had hidden a small bag of it with the intention of pranking Lord Yuan Bao and hadn't expected it to come in handy that night.
”How do you like it? Help yourself!” Meng Fuyao shouted happily, flying over the eaves like a shooting star.
When Guo Pingrong was finally able to make chase, she was long gone.
As she was in a rush, Meng Fuyao did not notice two men dressed in black, almost camouflaged into the night, exchanging glances after she had left. Without a word, they left the residence as well.
Guo Pingrong fixed his gaze on the black mud, but his mind was occupied with images of the youth's slim waist and long legs. Lust flashed across his eyes.