Starting with a cub, the superpower boss becomes the richest man by lying flat

Chapter 176 This matter is definitely not going to end well today.

"You, you scoundrel..." No one had ever spoken to Fu Qing like that before. She was both ashamed and angry, and raised her hand to slap the heir of the Zhaoyang Marquis across the face.

The heir of the Zhaoyang Marquis was not a servant or maid in her household, waiting for her to hit him. He raised his hand and grabbed Fu Qing's wrist, using a clever twist to gently twist her hand behind her back. Then, he pulled her forward, drawing her into his arms, her ample bosom pressing against his pectoral muscles.

"Bastard, let me go!" Fu Qing was forced to press against his chest, her chest aching from the pressure. Her face was red and white, a mixture of anger and shame, and she couldn't help but curse.

The heir of the Zhaoyang Marquis was not angry at being scolded. With the warm and soft beauty in his arms, he was already distracted. He lowered his head and took a deep sniff at Fu Qing's neck, closed his eyes in ecstasy, and savored the moment.

"Let me go! Let me go!" Fu Qing was almost crying, twisting her body desperately, ignoring the excruciating pain in her arm.

"Heh, let go?" The heir of Zhaoyang Marquis suddenly opened his eyes, a gloomy glint flashing in his cold gaze. He increased the strength in his hands, swept away the leftover food on the table with his other hand, and used his body to press Fu Qing's upper body onto the table.

"What, what are you going to do?" Fu Qing looked at his eyes, which were gradually turning bloodshot, and finally felt scared. She asked in a trembling voice.

"What are you doing? Don't you know what I want to do? Damn it, I've been trying to please you openly and secretly all these years, but your heart has never been with me. Today I'm going to take care of you and see if you'll still have the face to flaunt your charms to Mo Ziyuan!" As the words fell, Fu Qing's clothes were torn open by the heir of Zhaoyang Marquis with a "ripping" sound.

"No, let me go, ah~ please, don't do this to me, don't you like me? I'm willing to marry you, as long as you let me go, I'm willing to marry you, please, no~" Fu Qing begged incoherently.

However, her appearance caused the already taut nerves of the Marquis of Zhaoyang to snap instantly. All he could hear was Fu Qing's shrill cries, but he couldn't hear a single word of what she was saying. He only felt that the sound was annoying him, so without thinking, he lowered his head and kissed her constantly opening and closing little mouth.

"You let go... Ugh~" Fu Qing twisted her neck forcefully, trying to avoid the smelly mouth that was kissing her, but her chin was pressed down and she could no longer move. She could only passively endure the violent kiss of the Marquis of Zhaoyang.

Fu Qing's little maid was locked out of the room by the heir of Zhaoyang Marquis from the very beginning, and now she has been taken into the private room next door by his servants.

"What...what do you want to do to my young lady?" The little maid asked, trembling with fear.

"Don't worry, my young master has admired Miss Fu for many years and won't do anything to her." The servant of the Marquis of Zhaoyang said to her with a forced smile, "You'd better not think about going over there to disturb my young master's good time, otherwise it's hard to say whether you can keep your life."

The little maid shook her head frantically. She could vaguely hear her mistress shouting next door, but there was nothing she could do. She curled up in a corner and covered her ears tightly.

Lin Xin sat in the chair, idly playing with her teacup, and looked at Mo Ziyuan, asking, "Aren't you going to do anything about it?"

Mo Ziyuan shook his head. "I have no right to interfere."

"Tsk tsk tsk, how heartless. After all these years of liking you, you just stand by and watch her be ruined like this?" Lin Xin raised an eyebrow and asked.

"My love is only for you, that's enough. I won't give any more to her," Mo Ziyuan replied earnestly.

"Aren't you afraid you won't be able to explain this to your brother?" "Getting on the good side of Marquis Zhaoyang is enough to make the Fu family happy. Why would I need to explain anything?"

"Huh? Is the Fu family really that unscrupulous? With Fu Qing's personality, she must have been spoiled by her family! How could her parents be so heartless as to use her for personal gain?" Lin Xin didn't understand.

"What's so strange about that? What do you think those young ladies from noble families are learning music, chess, calligraphy, painting, and managing household finances from a young age, and growing up in luxury? It's better to let them marry into a good family so they can help their families!" Mo Ziyuan said sarcastically.

"What if they have someone they like?"

Mo Ziyuan tapped her head helplessly, "How would I know!"

"If you don't know, you don't know. Why are you hitting me?" Lin Xin glared at him, dissatisfied.

Just as Mo Ziyuan was about to say something, a sudden, agonizing scream startled them both.

They exchanged a glance and said in unison, "Something's happened."

"Shall we go take a look?" Lin Xin asked.

"Let's go take a look!" Mo Ziyuan was extremely annoyed. He didn't want to go at all, but the voice he just heard was clearly made by the heir of the Zhaoyang Marquis. Even if it was for the sake of the Zhaoyang Marquis, he had no reason not to show his face since he had caught up with the situation.

Just as she stood up, another loud bang rang out, the door must have been violently kicked open, followed by a woman's scream: "Ah~ Miss, you..."

The two quickened their pace and left the private room, only to find that a large crowd had already gathered at the stairwell. The door to the outermost private room was half open, and the man's screams and groans were mixed with the woman's terrified sobs and whispers, creating a chaotic scene.

Mo Ziyuan escorted Lin Xin to the door of the private room and looked inside. He saw a young man in brocade robes clutching his lower abdomen, curled up like a shrimp. The screams were coming from his mouth. Two servants knelt helplessly on either side of him, their faces showing obvious panic.

Not far from him, the ground was a mess, with broken porcelain and cold food scattered everywhere. In the corner of the private room, Fu Qing, her clothes disheveled, huddled in the arms of a maid, still shaken.

When Mo Ziyuan appeared at the door of the private room, Fu Qing's eyes, which had been extremely dim, suddenly lit up with a strong light. She pushed aside the maid in front of her and rushed over, asking repeatedly, "Brother Ziyuan, you came to save me, right? You came as soon as you heard my voice, so you actually care about me, right?"

Lin Xin was truly speechless. She couldn't understand why Mo Ziyuan's thought process was so bizarre. Instead of thinking about how to solve the immediate problem, she was only thinking about whether Mo Ziyuan had feelings for her. Wasn't she afraid that the heir of the Zhaoyang Marquis, who had been brought down by her, would hold a grudge and cause some trouble?

Moreover, Mo Ziyuan wouldn't give her the answer she wanted!

Sure enough, when Fu Qing lunged at him, Mo Ziyuan dodged to the side, causing her to miss, and then quickly pulled Lin Xin away.

Unable to get up due to the excruciating pain emanating from a certain unspeakable spot, the heir of the Zhaoyang Marquis heard Fu Qing's words without missing a single one. The pain intensified immediately. He forced himself to turn over and glared fiercely at Mo Ziyuan, threatening, "This matter is definitely not going to end well today. The heir of the Dingguo Duke had better not meddle in other people's business, or my Zhaoyang Marquis's mansion will inevitably have to run into you."