Never divorce, never stop getting rich

"Aren't you afraid of me? What are you laughing at?"

Wen Chun had just killed two people. His blood was boiling and he was thinking about revenge. However, he saw that the other party had no fear at all, which made him feel unhappy.

Afraid? What was she afraid of? Qian Qiansui had already verified the passive skills given by the system. Not only was she not afraid, she even felt inflated and floating.

All she knew now was that the handsome man she had just tasted the sweetness of had just come to her door again, and she wasn't even sleepy anymore.

"Afraid? Stab me to death if you dare!"

Qian Qiansui didn't even think about getting up. He just hooked his index finger at Wen Chun, casually and nonchalantly.

Wen Chun was furious and said to Qian Qiansui while holding up the knife:

"I'll give you one last chance. If you can tell me where Marquis Anshun went, I'll let you go this time!"

"Let me go? No, please don't let me go..."

Not to mention that Qian Qiansui didn't know which brothel the Marquis was sold to, even if she knew, she couldn't pay the man she had just sparred with to go to the brothel to find the Marquis.

"You! You are loyal to him, so affectionate and righteous!"

Wen Chun imagined that Qian Qiansui had an affair with the Marquis only because he endured humiliation and endured great hardship in order to protect him.

He even imagined how Qian Qiansui admired the Marquis and how deeply in love he was with him. The more he thought about it, the more sad he felt and the worse his temper became.

Thinking about how he was abused by a woman who had someone else in her heart, he couldn't suppress the anger in his heart.

"That's not true."

Selling her husband to a brothel right after getting married is really not a loving or righteous act. Even though Qian Qiansui is so shameless, she dare not acknowledge him.

Wen Chun couldn't bear to listen any longer. He sensitively noticed that his attitude towards Qian Qiansui had changed.

In order to get rid of his strange emotions and cut off his inappropriate thoughts, his eyes darkened, he hardened his heart, and swung his knife towards Qian Qiansui.

The blade flashed fiercely, carrying with it a powerful internal force, just as ruthless as when he had just cut off Liu Yishou.

However, the expected blood did not splatter.

Just as the blade was about to strike, Wen Chun felt a sharp pain in his wrist, as if he were instantly enveloped by a familiar warmth. The knife suddenly lost control and slid to the ground with a dull metallic sound.

The world was spinning, Wen Chun suddenly opened his eyes, and Qian Qiansui's dignified round face appeared before him.

This was the look that aristocratic families liked most when choosing a mistress; beautiful and steady. It was a pity that the calculation and greed on this person's face completely destroyed that dignity.

"You...what are you going to do again?"

Wen Chun was startled and instinctively groped around with his hands, trying to find the fallen sword.

But before he could touch the hilt of the knife, Qian Qiansui grabbed his wrist again, and his arms were fixed directly above his head, as if they were pressed down by iron clamps.

"I was going to let you go, but since you've fallen into my trap, I won't be polite anymore."

Qian Qiansui easily suppressed Wen Chun with one hand, and even had enough time with the other hand to touch his chin, his fingertips teasingly stroking his Adam's apple with a hint of mockery.

Wen Chun was really frightened. He could clearly feel his internal energy flowing through his meridians, but no matter how he struggled, he could not shake Qian Qiansui's hand.

At this moment, he could only feel his own powerlessness and resentment. The woman before him seemed more difficult to deal with than he had imagined...

"Did you use some kind of medicine or some kind of witchcraft? Let me go, let me go!"

Qian Qiansui also realized the power of this passive skill. As long as someone had ill intentions towards her and triggered her attack ability, even if the other person was a martial arts master, she could only take him down with one palm.

"If you have the guts, then shout louder. The last person who shouted like that in this room was stripped naked and sold to a brothel. If you want to go and keep him company, you'd better shout louder too."

Qian Qiansui would not indulge him. From the moment Wen Chun became her captive, she had no choice but to do what she wanted. As the price for assassinating her, she was just collecting interest.

Wen Chun felt that his already tattered dress was completely torn to pieces, and the familiar process was restarted again. He couldn't struggle, nor did he dare to shout to call the person in charge.

He felt like a fish in a pot. After being processed all over, Qian Qiansui turned him over and over, "fried" him, and finally turned him into a dish for her to eat up.

"No! No more... No more, please!"

The fierce god who had just angrily killed two scums of the martial arts world has now become a weak toy in the arms of a woman.

The red candle shed tears, the wax dried up, and he felt that he was completely hollowed out and his voice was hoarse.

"No hurry, no hurry. To repay your kindness in sending a bedmate from a thousand miles away, I have prepared a generous gift for you."

Qian Qiansui took out the "magic weapon" that she had prepared long ago from under her pillow. Thinking of her experience of reading a certain gay comic in her previous life, she stretched out her hand evilly.

The instinct of a gentle little animal told him to leave immediately, but he was now exhausted and his hands and feet were weak. He was pinned down on the bed by Qian Qiansui and had already lost his fighting spirit.

But the facts prove that sometimes lying down does not mean you can get away with it.

Wen Chun's mouth was full of blood. He watched the darkness outside the window gradually turn into light. It seemed that so much time had passed.

"Tsk, time flies."

Qian Qiansui yawned and patted Wenchun's cheek. After eating, he had a rare moment of conscience and reminded:

"Be honest, don't come next time, you can't hurt me."

Wen Chun had no response. Qian Qiansui's voice had been distorted in his ears and he could not hear it clearly.

Qian Qiansui looked at his dull eyes, saw the marks all over his body, and saw the broken cloths on the bed. He lay down with a guilty conscience, turned his back to Wen Chun and whispered:

"I still have some unworn clothes in my closet. When you leave, you can wear my clothes. You don't have to return them."

In a daze, Qian Qiansui actually fell asleep.

Wen Chun lay down with his body trembling, his legs went weak and he almost fell off the bed. His whole body felt like it had been run over by a carriage, with pain in the front and back.

He finally reached the wardrobe, but before the door opened, he collapsed, his smooth back leaning against it, feeling cold and sore.

Tears welled up in his eyes, and his numb heart finally began to churn again. He wanted to question, but was afraid of humiliating himself.

But he was really aggrieved and sad. Even if he wanted to kill her, he was not as skilled as her. Qian Qiansui could just kill him. Why should he torture him? After all, they had slept in the same bed!

Subconsciously covering her butt, Wen Chun gritted her teeth and dug out a set of clothes. After wiping her body clean, she put them on painfully.

Then he looked at Qian Qiansui deeply again, with mixed feelings, still holding the belief that it is never too late for a gentleman to take revenge.

He pushed open the door, walked out with a strange posture, and soon disappeared into the main courtyard.

Qian Qiansui was well fed and soundly sleeping. If the Huangmao family had not knocked on the door early in the morning, she would have probably missed even the tea.

She opened the door and asked Huangmao to find her a maid who was good at doing makeup and borrow her for temporary use. Then she listened with peace of mind to Huangmao's story of selling people last night.

"So, everything is settled?"

At this time, Quan Jiafu naturally took credit for himself, and then gave the money from Fu Zichan's selling of his body to Qian Qiansui.

[The first pot of gold mission is completed. Please draw the reward as soon as possible. ]