A stew of the Red Chamber

Chapter 80 Covering one's ears while stealing a bell

"Second wife?"

Wang Qing feigned surprise and went to greet him, saying with a smile, "Second Madam, you've come at the right time. Second Master is drunk; should I carry him back?"

"No, no, no!" Madam Wang shook her head repeatedly. "No need for Qing'er to trouble himself. Just let him rest in the study. I'll have someone come and keep an eye on him later!"

She didn't decline his offer because Wang Qing had discovered some unknown secrets last time.

Recently, however, whenever it was quiet at night, it was as if divine intervention. Jia Zheng sleeping next to him not only did not help, but also easily startled him, causing him to lose focus and getting in his way.

This attitude was completely different from the last time when they had eagerly carried Jia Zheng back to his room. Wang Qing's heart skipped a beat. He looked at the bundle in Madam Wang's arms and said calmly, "Second Madam, what is this...?"

"Oh! Yes, yes, yes! This is a selection of fine furs. I brought it to you especially so you wouldn't forget after you've had your drinks."

Madam Wang then realized what was happening and quickly handed the bundle in her arms forward.

Instead of bending down to support it, Wang Qing turned to the side, reached out, and slipped his hand from top to bottom into the gap between Madam Wang and the bundle, tucking the bundle under his arm.

The bundle was already bulging with several furs, and since Madam Wang was plump, the gap between the two was already narrow.

Unfortunately, Wang Qing was broad-shouldered, thick-waisted, and strong-armed, so he ended up firmly nestled in Madam Wang's arms.

Madam Wang shuddered suddenly, as if burned by hot coals, but instinctively clutched the bundle in her arms tightly.

As if in a contest, Wang Qing raised his arm to catch the bottom of the bundle, shrugged his shoulders, and subtly added a bit of force.

Madam Wang gasped, hastily releasing her grip, her breathing erratic and her cheeks flushed.

Madam, you don't want Second Master to fail at the last hurdle, do you?

Wang Qing silently thought to himself, but then grinned, revealing a mouthful of white teeth, and said with a simple smile, "Thank you for bringing this personally, Second Madam. I'll be going now!"

Having said that, he ignored the stunned Madam Wang and went straight out of the Mengpo Studio.

Wang Qing may seem bold, but in reality, he has grasped the timing and the appropriate measure perfectly.

Lady Wang could not have been unaware that Jia Zheng was deeply obsessed with his official career.

Now that the credit has not yet been awarded, and Wang Qing is already somewhat drunk, it's unlikely that Madam Wang would make a big deal out of her own drunken whims and ruin the credit that Jia Zheng is about to receive.

In addition, he had previously set a trap for Jia Zheng, so Lady Wang would have had some thoughts about it. On the other hand, she had also heard a lot of lewd talk, which not only intensified her emotions but also served as a small revenge on Jia Zheng.

And this is exactly what Wang Qing hoped to see.

A thousand-mile dike can be breached by an ant hole, because once such a thought arises, it will only burn brighter and brighter like a flame.

Of course, Wang Qing was still too cautious. If he had known that Madam Wang longed for his blessings, things might have turned out very differently.

However, Wang Qing was not a mind reader for Madam Wang, and he was quite satisfied with this encounter.

Entering the small courtyard in the northeast corner, he slowed his pace and came to the room from last time. He paused briefly to make sure that only Siqi's slightly restless breathing was inside before gently pushing open the door.

A creaking sound rang out.

Siqi was startled and quickly assumed a defensive posture. When she saw the figure that had entered, she first breathed a sigh of relief, but then became even more nervous.

Wang Qing, however, acted as if he were home, casually tossing the bundle under his arm onto the table and saying in a relaxed tone, "Have you kept me waiting?"

"Hmm!" Siqi subconsciously agreed, then quickly denied it, "No...no!"

Wang Qing didn't delve into the matter. He opened the package himself and said, "I didn't prepare in advance last time, and you got cold. Today I specially got some top-quality furs. Pick two and send them home. Just say it's a reward from me, so you won't be asked about it when you get back."

Tell them that there's no need to hide this from anyone; once the master and mistress know, they will no longer neglect your family.

The rest will stay here. I'll find a chance to get some braziers or something...

"this……"

Siqi was surprised by Wang Qing's thoughtfulness. At first, she felt a warmth in her heart, but then she nervously swallowed, feeling both ashamed and indignant, and said, "When will you finally let me go, Master?"

"Let them go?" Wang Qing paused, then sneered, "Who said that you're mine in life and in death?"

"I..." Siqi paused, then lowered her head in shame.

Wang Qing yanked her over, forced her face down on the newly laid-out fur, and slapped her stubbornly twisting buttocks, which were raised at a ninety-degree angle, warning, "Don't do it again!"

He paused, then softened his tone slightly, saying, "If you're worried about sneaking around and getting caught, I'll come and get you tomorrow!"

"Hmm!~" Siqi groaned involuntarily, then shook her head and trembled as if she were having a seizure, "No...no...don't...hmm!~"

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That night!

Madam Wang covered her head, wrapped herself tightly in the quilt like a twisted rope, and tossed and turned, her breathing gradually becoming rapid.

Inside Mengpo Studio, as Wang Qingqiang's strong arm penetrated deeper, Madam Wang felt as if her heart was about to explode.

What's even more deadly is that when Wang Qing picked up the bundle, the muscles in his arms suddenly bulged, displaying a sudden burst of power.

Although the force was not great, it was as powerful as hitting a cow across a mountain, not only opening the door to a new world for Madam Wang, but also adding a touch of unattainable reality to her ethereal dream.

It is precisely this dreamlike yet somewhat realistic feeling that makes people even more eager and anxious.

After Wang Qing left, she was like a deflated balloon, leaning against the corner of the wall, lost and dejected for a long time.

As soon as he got back, he rushed to bed and crawled under the covers.

However, the dreams that used to appear quietly as soon as I closed my eyes were shattered into pieces as soon as they took shape by the piercing realism.

After an unknown amount of time, Madam Wang, wrapped in the quilt, suddenly began to tremble.

After a long while, she suddenly threw off the blanket covering her head, opened her mouth, and greedily took deep breaths.

Her face, flushed red, was a mixture of guilt, shame, and relief.

In the past, she could deceive herself. This time, however, she could no longer bury her head in the sand and attribute the cause to a dream.

However, while feeling guilty, she also felt a surge of vengeful pleasure.

However, contrary to Wang Qing's guess, Madam Wang knew Jia Zheng's character very well and did not take his concealment to heart.

But men, when it comes to those popular topics, can't help but boast.

Although Lady Wang knew that Jia Zheng was exaggerating, how could he have described it so vividly without having put it into practice?

Listening to Jia Zheng and Wang Qing boasting and showing off their tricks, Lady Wang felt increasingly uncomfortable.

Thinking of this, Madam Wang was suddenly taken aback.

Immediately, she threw off the covers, then hurriedly pulled them back over her head, clutching them tightly. She took a deep breath and shouted towards the outside, "Jin Chuan! Jin Chuan! Quick! Quickly send someone to Mengpo Studio to check on the master!"

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