webnovelfull Chapter 531 Xie Jing Line: Forced Kiss
Chapter 531 Xie Jing Line: Forced Kiss
The private room is by the window, quiet and elegant.
Li Sheng looked around but couldn't find Wen Ziyan, so she sat down on the soft couch and picked up some honey lotus candies from the table to eat.
Meanwhile, in the backyard of the opera house.
A servant boy carrying a kettle hurried inside.
"This tea is for the VIP private rooms on the second floor," the manager instructed him.
The servant nodded and hurriedly walked outside.
But at a bend in the road, a cloth silently wrapped around his neck.
"Uh……"
His eyes widened, and before he could struggle, he was dragged into the woodshed next door.
A moment later, a person with a similar build to him, wearing his clothes, walked out of the woodshed, head slightly lowered, and quietly went upstairs.
It was Li Meng's trusted confidant.
He avoided the crowd's gaze, carried the tray upstairs, and knocked on the door of the private room.
Li Sheng looked up. "Come in."
The man bowed, placed the tea and snacks on the table, and then bowed and left.
Wangfu.
Xie Jing did not go to Wenyuan Pavilion today; he stayed at his residence to handle the backlog of official business.
A stack of memorials lay before him. After reading the last one, he raised a hand to rub his temples and subconsciously asked, "Where is Li Sheng?"
"Reporting to Young Master, Miss Li is at Liyuan Spring, saying she's watching a play with Lord Wen."
Xie Jing raised an eyebrow slightly. "Just the two of them?"
"Yes. I heard it was decided half a month ago. At that time, Lord Wen also invited you to go with him, but you were busy with many things to do those days, so you declined."
Xie Jing lowered his head, picked up the teacup beside him, and took a sip.
I gently tapped the lid of the cup with my fingertips.
A moment later, Xie Jing suddenly spoke, "Prepare the car."
Liyuan Spring.
Inside the private room on the second floor of the East Building, the embroidered curtains were half-rolled up, and a performance of "The Peony Pavilion" was being sung in a melodious and lingering tone.
Li Sheng sat on the couch by the window, with several plates of delicate pastries on the low table in front of her.
She picked up a piece of almond shortbread and put it in her mouth, listening intently.
Suddenly, a slight sound of a door opening came from behind the curtain.
She initially thought it was Wen Ziyan, so she turned around and called out with a smile, "You—"
However, when she turned her head, she saw a young man in a dark blue robe.
It's Xie Jing.
Li Sheng stopped speaking and asked in surprise, "Why are you here?"
Xie Jing walked at a leisurely pace. "I happened to be free today, and since I heard you were coming to see a play, I thought I'd come and see it too."
His gaze swept across the room and quickly landed on the empty seat next to her.
"Wen Ziyan hasn't arrived yet?"
Li Sheng nodded. "Yes, he said he would come today, but we haven't seen a single person."
"Then he broke his promise, and didn't even tell you."
Li Sheng hadn't thought much of it at first, but after hearing this, she immediately felt that Wen Ziyan had gone too far.
"Yeah, if you're not coming, fine, but at least send someone to say so! Seriously!"
She pouted as she spoke, her cheeks puffing out slightly.
Xie Jing saw her so angry she looked like a cat with its fur standing on end, and suddenly laughed.
"Yes, ignore him next time."
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At this moment, at the fork in the road in front of the Wen residence.
With a loud crash, the wheels of Wen Ziyan's carriage clattered, the horse neighed in alarm, and the front axle snapped, nearly throwing it out of the carriage.
He awkwardly clung to the edge of the carriage, looking helplessly at the broken carriage wheels, his forehead bruised.
"Lord Wen, the repair shop ahead is still an hour away!" The coachman looked distressed.
Wen Ziyan sighed heavily.
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Liyuan Spring.
"Since no one's here, I'll come and watch the show with you," Xie Jing said.
Li Sheng subconsciously said, "Then don't take my snacks."
Xie Jing raised an eyebrow, and as she sat down, she casually picked up a piece of her favorite osmanthus sugar cake and took a slow, deliberate bite.
Li Sheng stared at him with wide eyes, "Didn't you say you wouldn't steal it?"
"Did I say that?" Xie Jing raised an eyebrow.
Li Sheng snorted, "Eat if you want, you can pay later."
"Okay," Xie Jing said gently.
He glanced at the table. "How's the tea?"
Li Sheng turned her head away. "I haven't had any yet. I ate too much this morning, and I'm still feeling full."
Xie Jing poured himself a cup of tea.
As soon as the lid was lifted, a fragrant aroma wafted out.
He lowered his head and sniffed; it was Biluochun tea, fragrant and elegant, and should taste good.
Xie Jing tilted his head back and took a sip, the hot tea sliding down his throat.
"It's really good."
As the performance on stage reached its most moving point, applause erupted from the audience, but the private box gradually fell silent.
Xie Jing put down his teacup, tapped the table lightly with his fingertips, and closed his eyes imperceptibly.
Although the spring breeze outside the window was still cool, he felt an unusual heat.
"What's wrong?" Li Sheng noticed his actions.
Xie Jing paused for a few moments before speaking, "It's nothing, it's just that the weather is a bit stuffy."
His palms were damp with a thin layer of sweat, and his whole body seemed to be enveloped in invisible heat.
His breathing involuntarily became heavier.
Li Sheng had only glanced at it casually, but this glance made her stunned.
Xie Jing leaned against the window, his usually cool and expressionless handsome face now flushed with an unnatural blush, his brows furrowed, revealing a hint of suppressed resentment.
Her heart skipped a beat, and she quickly put down the pastries in her hand and hurried over.
"Do you have a fever?"
Xie Jing did not respond, but slowly raised his eyes to look at her.
The look in his eyes was deep and mysterious, like a pool of night, seemingly calm yet turbulent beneath.
Li Sheng immediately sensed something was wrong and wanted to raise her hand to touch his forehead to test his temperature.
The moment my fingertips touched his forehead, he suddenly reached out and grabbed my wrist.
The force wasn't strong, but it rendered her completely immobile.
She was startled and subconsciously looked up at him.
But her eyes met his dark, deep gaze.
The room was eerily quiet for a moment, with only the faint, high-pitched singing coming from the stage.
Li Sheng's heart skipped a beat; she had never seen Xie Jing like this before.
It was as if it would break free from some kind of constraint and engulf her at any moment.
She moved her wrist, trying to pull it back, but Xie Jing subtly tightened his grip even more.
Then, she was suddenly pulled into his arms by a force, her body pressed tightly against Xie Jing's burning chest.
"Thanks--"
She only managed to utter one word before he grabbed her chin and kissed her fiercely.
That kiss was absolutely insane.
There was no gentle probing, no pauses or restraints, only a sudden, overwhelming invasion after extreme repression.
His lips pressed against hers, forcefully prying open her teeth, his burning breath plundering her deeply.
Li Sheng's eyes widened, and she could barely breathe.
He was radiating intense heat, and his strength was unlike that of Xie Jing, who was always restrained and composed.
He held her head tightly with one hand and grabbed her waist with the other, as if afraid she would escape, trapping her in his arms.
He was breathing heavily, with an almost out-of-control urgency and madness.
"Xie Jing, are you crazy?!"
Li Sheng struggled to call out to him in a broken voice, placing her hands on his chest and discovering that his skin was incredibly hot.
Xie Jing didn't respond at all, but just leaned down and kissed her again and again, so passionately that he almost lost control.
His eyes were bloodshot and his gaze was unfocused.
Li Sheng's heart skipped a beat, and he suddenly realized something.
"Were you drugged?"
Xie Jing did not answer, but simply rested his forehead against her neck, his breathing heavy like a drawn bowstring.
His voice was hoarse with extreme restraint, "I, I... feel so bad."
Li Sheng stood there, stunned, her heart skipping a beat.