Chapter 9: Almost yours, you're almost my woman

  Even with many bruises on her body, her delicate and pale skin was still beautiful enough to make people dare not profane.

  His slender fingers, like jade, stopped at her buttons and hesitated for a moment before quickly removing her tattered blouse, followed by her skirt. When she was stripped down to just her underwear, Situ Shangxuan finally placed her in the bathtub with rapid breathing.

  The steaming hot air enveloped her, and Qian Lian Xia's painful expression was slightly alleviated. Under the clear water surface, his deeply loved woman lay inside, with a pure and harmless face, skin as white as porcelain, and a curvaceous figure.

  Xī Tū Shàng Xuān stood in front of the bathtub, his emerald green eyes fixed on the woman submerged underwater like a water lily.

  He could no longer bear it, so he leaned down, lifted her out of the water, and pressed his thin lips to her small, delicate red lips. He turned and tossed, deeply kissing her. The sweet taste on her lips was too beautiful, tempting him to explore deeper.

  Unable to help himself, Situ Shangxuan couldn't bear to raise her body a little higher, his slender crystal-like fingertips caressing her curvaceous and delicate figure, the warm and itchy sensation transmitted from his fingertips made him unable to bear kissing her cherry-like mouth again.

  When emotions were intense, a painful sobbing sound came from Qian Lixia's mouth and nose.

  Cai Shangxuan's lips stopped on her red lips, and his emerald green eyes stared steadily at her lovely rosy face. Warm water droplets fell quietly on her tender skin.

  He muttered under his breath and without further hesitation put her back into the bathtub filled with steaming hot water, not looking back as he strode out of the bathroom.

  The maids were standing guard outside the door, lowering their heads and pretending not to have heard the commotion inside. When the bathroom door was suddenly opened, the maid at the front was in a state of shock.

  "Go in and help the young lady with her bath," he said, his voice low and urgent. As soon as he finished speaking, he strode quickly out of the room.

  The wretched expression left all the maids aghast.

  He was almost about to do something uncontrollable, even if he wanted to, he had to wait until she woke up, rather than now.

  Darkness, this synonym, seems to always imply filth and degeneration, so those things unrelated to goodness are always closely related to darkness.

  One night, Qian Lixia was burning with fever, and the maids in the villa didn't sleep all night, busy taking care of their future mistress. What they couldn't understand was that since Young Master loved this lady so much, why didn't he come to see her even once throughout the whole night?

  However, they didn't know that Qian Lixia had a fever for the whole night, and Situ Shangxuan sat in the study with his eyes open all night.

  Her sorrow, her pain, he will bear with her even if he can't be by her side.

  One night passed, and when the morning light shone in, Qian Lixia's forehead finally stopped burning, and everyone else also let out a sigh of relief. According to yesterday's situation, if Miss Qian didn't wake up again, they could all leave one by one.

  Situ Shangxuan sat on the edge of the bed, his icy palm stuck to Qian Lixia's forehead, and those deep blue eyes slowly settled down.

  The housekeeper walked in from the door, looking at his exhausted figure, and couldn't help but persuade him: "Young master, you haven't slept all night. Now Miss Qian is fine, go rest!"

  Cai Shangxuan withdrew his hand, and from a row of white tops in the closet, he casually pulled out a white suit and put it on. His tall figure was immediately covered with a clear and dust-free aura, and his golden hair was neatly combed to shoulder length.

  "No need, get the car ready, I'm going out," Situ Shangxuan fastened the last button.

  The housekeeper let out a sigh and walked out without stopping.

  Situ Shangxuan rubbed his sleepless eyes and called out to the butler, "Xu Bo, don't bother, you stay here and take care of Miss!"

  "Let the servants remember, when treating Miss, they should treat her as if she were me."

  Situ Shangxuan's serious voice made Xu Bo stunned for a moment, and finally respectfully lowered his head, "Understood, young master!"

  A white Lincoln drove slowly on the highway, in the rearview mirror, Situ Shangxuan wore a white suit, his elegant and refined face was still beautiful despite not having slept all night. His proud jawline, thin lips tightly pursed, long fingers with some feminine beauty danced nimbly on the keyboard of the laptop in front of him, like jade fingers drawing a lively melody.

  The voice in the earpiece continued, "Young master, yesterday's tapes have all been destroyed, confirmed without a hitch."

  "En, very good, what about the things I let you handle?" Si Tu Shang Xuan's calm tone couldn't reveal his emotions.

  "Gongzi Ji has been captured, awaiting young master's disposal."

  Situ Shangxuan's emerald green eyes deepened, and his red lips uttered a chilly sentence, "Have you forgotten what I said?"

  "But young master," the voice on the other side seemed somewhat anxious, "she is, after all, the Dragon Prince's fiancée."

  "What's the big deal?" Situ Shangxuan raised an eyebrow, his finger tapping on a key, and his hand didn't move again. The corner of his mouth curled up with a cold arc, and his voice was as clear as ever, "She dares to humiliate my woman, she must pay the price!"

  "Bang——" His finger pressed tightly on a key.

  "That voice on the other side continued to persuade with some fearlessness: 'Young master, after all, the Long family is a reputable family, we really can't afford to make an enemy of them.'"

  "Haven't you understood yet?" Situ Shangxuan coldly interrupted him, pulling off his earpiece and casually throwing it aside, his gaze returning to the screen in his hand.

  A dragon's lair, and he's actually afraid of it? What a joke?

  The torrential rain of one night has passed, the sky is still clear and clean, the dew drops on the branches and leaves remind us that it rained last night, the weather is fine, will everything get better?

  Qian's family business heir Qianjin Qianlian Xia and British aristocrat Situ Shangxuan, the young master of the ancient royal family, announced their engagement a month later. The news spread gradually through media reports and public discussions, until almost everyone who followed this kind of information knew about this explosive news.

  Everyone who witnessed the union of the wealthy and influential families couldn't help but sigh in admiration. The marriage between the business magnate Qian Jin and the ancient royal prince was indeed a grand engagement ceremony that attracted worldwide attention. And in England, how many women who had secretly admired Shang Xuan had their hearts broken overnight?

  Among them, the heroine of the rumor, Chihiro Kusakabe, was sleeping in bed and knew nothing about what happened outside.

  Night falls, but there is always dawn, and when dawn breaks, it's only to await the return of night.

  Situ Shangxuan closed his eyes and leaned back on the soft cushion, sorting out his complicated emotions. In another month, would he be able to completely erase that person from her heart?

  In a world where neon lights are dazzling, and the beauty of flowers is about to mesmerize people's eyes, in the dark night, only his golden hair shines, gently attached to those astonishing emerald eyes.

  The car turned a corner, leaving the bustling streets and entering a dark tunnel. When he opened his eyes, his subordinate was already standing by the door, opening it with a bow, "Young master, we've arrived."

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