Chapter 4: Vivid and Fragrant 1

“I have said it before: my Princess can only be Wu'er. That waste Feng Yaorao should not even dream of entering Prince Rui's Manor. If it weren't for her lack of sense, insisting on marrying me, I wouldn't have tricked her into going to the Misty Ghost Forest. The Misty Ghost Forest is filled with thick fog and rampant venomous creatures; once she goes there, she can forget about coming out alive.” A flash of triumph crossed Cang Rui's handsome, chiseled face, but the words coming from his deep, magnetic voice were incredibly malicious.

Upon hearing Cang Rui's words, Tang Yue's brow couldn't help but knit tightly, and an inexplicable sense of displeasure rose in her heart.

This man actually framed his own fiancée like this just to be with another woman.

Heaven knows that Tang Yue hated men who betrayed women more than anything. Although she had never experienced it herself, many of the clients she had encountered in previous missions were unfortunate women who had been betrayed and then set up.

Therefore, Tang Yue felt a particular sympathy for women who had been betrayed.

“Brother Rui, Wu'er loves you so much, loves you so, so much. So, please love Wu'er too, very, very much, okay?” Feng Qingwu hugged Cang Rui tightly, sounding somewhat agitated.

In truth, she knew—she had always known. As long as Feng Yaorao was alive for even a moment, she could not be with Brother Rui openly, nor could she become Brother Rui's official Princess.

Thinking of Feng Yaorao, Feng Qingwu's heart was filled with resentment. How could that cowardly, ignorant waste, who was incompetent in music, chess, calligraphy, and painting, be worthy of Brother Rui in any way?

But not anymore. Now that Feng Yaorao had gone to the Misty Ghost Forest, she could forget about returning alive.

“Fine,” Cang Rui uttered the single word perfunctorily. It wasn't because the answer was against his will, but simply because this wasn't the first time he had given this answer, and he was starting to grow impatient with responding.

Even so, he still answered.

Having received Cang Rui's answer, Feng Qingwu felt excited in her heart. Even though this wasn't the first time she had heard it, she had to hear it, because only then would she feel at peace.

Turning her face slightly, Feng Qingwu, somewhat lost in passion, took Cang Rui's red nipple into her mouth, while her hands wandered restlessly toward his lower body. When Feng Qingwu's hand grasped the thing between Cang Rui's legs, his body visibly stiffened; what had been soft immediately became hard, so swollen it seemed as if it might explode.

With such burning lust, who could endure it?

“You little tormentor,” Cang Rui flipped over, pinning Feng Qingwu beneath him, and charged into her body like a wild beast—fast and fierce.

“Ah!” Feng Qingwu let out a cry of pain, but because of Cang Rui's roughness, she felt even more excited. She arched her body, allowing Cang Rui's thrusts to go even deeper and more violent.

This scene shocked Tang Yue once again.

Damn, they were doing it again, and so intensely! They were too good at this! She was starting to suspect they were sex machines.

However, Tang Yue no longer had the heart to watch. For some reason, the scene of that woman named Feng Yaorao dying a tragic death kept surfacing in her mind, impossible to shake off.

Then, as if controlled by some force, her body flew toward a certain place against her will.

In an instant, Tang Yue arrived in a forest. Waves of mist swirled around, making the depths of the forest appear indistinct and shrouded, exuding an eerie aura that signaled the unusual nature and creeping danger within the woods.