Crowned by the Treacherous Big Shot-Chapter 344 - 321 Pleasure

Meng Qianqian’s mind went completely blank, followed by an explosion of fireworks—brilliant, dazzling, a kaleidoscope of light.

Lu Yuan slowly released her lips, his voice hoarse yet low as he asked, "This time, did you remember?"

Remember what?

Meng Qianqian felt like she’d downed two shots of strong baijiu—her head dizzy, her cheeks red enough to drip blood.

She heard his voice, but his words didn’t quite register.

Her wide eyes stared at him blankly as she stammered, "You... why did you suddenly..."

Lu Yuan replied candidly, "I suddenly felt like it."

Meng Qianqian lowered her gaze and grumbled softly, "Huh, surprisingly you didn’t say, ’You were dawdling and staying put, weren’t you waiting for this?’"

Lu Yuan heard her, raised an eyebrow, and asked, "So you were waiting?"

Meng Qianqian scratched her head. "I forgot."

Lu Yuan: "..."

Meng Qianqian said seriously, "My mind’s all jumbled, my heart’s pounding so fast it feels like the antelope I hunted has jumped into my chest..."

Lu Yuan kissed her again.

Seriously, what kind of nonsense was she spouting?

She was clearly determined to leave him completely defenseless.

This kiss was unskilled, insistent, domineering—yet infused with passion and entanglement, intense yet restrained.

No one knew how much time passed before their breaths fully intertwined.

This time, Meng Qianqian was truly left utterly disoriented by his kiss. ƒree𝑤ebnσvel.com

Her soft lips parted slightly, her chest heaving, her breath uneven.

Her beautiful eyes were misty with a thin layer of moisture, carrying an innocence and disoriented daze.

Lu Yuan’s gaze darkened as he looked at her, his thumb lightly sweeping across her lips.

Meng Qianqian opened her mouth: "I... ah—"

Just as she was about to speak, her nose suddenly felt hot, and a warm stream burst forth.

She hurriedly reached up to feel it.

Oh heavens, she had a nosebleed!

In such a heated moment, wasn’t the guy supposed to be the one with a nosebleed?

Too embarrassing!

Meng Qianqian quickly jumped off the ground, turned around, and covered her nose. "You didn’t see anything!"

Sigh, one got smothered with a bag, the other kissed until they bled from the nose—a perfectly fair couple sharing equal amounts of humiliation.

Lu Yuan leaned against the wall: "Stopped bleeding yet?"

Meng Qianqian replied seriously, "I said you didn’t see anything! And stop talking—every time I hear your voice and think of what you just did to me... it starts bleeding again."

Lu Yuan’s lips curved into a smirk. "Meng Xiaojiu, are you hoping for a repeat performance?"

Meng Qianqian decisively waved one hand back at him: "Nope!"

Lu Yuan pushed off with one hand, gracefully vaulted over the wall, and landed steadily by her side, circling around to face her.

Meng Qianqian clamped her nose tightly. "Why did you suddenly jump out?"

"To take a look."

Lu Yuan cupped her face in his hands.

Meng Qianqian said sternly, "No looking allowed!"

Lu Yuan removed her left hand, only for her to raise her right hand in defense. One way or another, she refused to let him see.

Lu Yuan said indifferently, "Meng Xiaojiu, do you think you’re strong? If you keep blocking me, I’ll kiss you until you go completely weak all over."

Meng Qianqian was stunned into disbelief. "...When did you become so shameless?!"

Lu Yuan pulled out a clean handkerchief from his chest. As he tended to her "injury," he teased her, "This? This is nothing. Where’s your ambition?"

Meng Qianqian also felt like she was utterly hopeless. It was just a kiss—why did she get so worked up over it?

Finally, after some time, Meng Qianqian’s nosebleed stopped.

"Alright, you should head back in now."

She murmured softly.

Ugh, tonight was mortifying—she really couldn’t bear to face anyone anymore.

Lu Yuan naturally took her hand in his. "Let’s go."

Meng Qianqian gave his hand an odd look. "What are you doing?"

Lu Yuan replied, cool and relaxed, "Walking you back. I’m worried that if you think about me so much on the way home, you’ll faint from blood loss before you even make it back."

Meng Qianqian frowned: So this joke wasn’t going to end, huh?

"Aren’t you afraid the people at the Prime Minister’s Mansion will notice you’re gone?"

He was familiar with the layout of the mansion and had avoided the patrolling guards, but there was always the chance the Prime Minister might suddenly check in on him. If they found his room empty, it might raise suspicion.

Lu Yuan answered, "Luo San is so notoriously flirtatious that him staying in for once would be more suspicious."

Meng Qianqian thought of the establishments Lian’er mentioned—’Red Delight Courtyard,’ ’Spring Red House,’ ’Ten Thousand Blossoms Hall’—and found his reasoning convincing.

Still, the way he was holding her hand now was growing increasingly natural.

Feeling his palm and fingers securely wrapping around hers, Meng Qianqian lightly scratched his palm with her fingertip. "The horse is tied up in the alley to the east."

Lu Yuan felt the gentle tickle in his palm, his voice tinged with a hoarse delight, "Mm."

Leading her by the hand, Lu Yuan found the horse tied in the alley.

The two rode together on one horse.

She sat in his arms, cradled under the soft embrace of the night.

Outside the Governor Mansion gates, guards from the Prime Minister’s Mansion were keeping watch. Lu Yuan rode to the Book Collection Pavilion instead.

"We’ll stop here," Meng Qianqian said.

Lu Yuan dismounted.

Meng Qianqian swung her leg over, ready to dismount too, when she saw Lu Yuan extend his slender arm—seemingly to catch her.

She blinked. "Should I go back up and try getting off again?"

Lu Yuan pulled his hand back and placed it behind his back, his expression cold. "Get down yourself."

"Oh."

Meng Qianqian dismounted.

Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes sparkled brightly. She glanced around and whispered, "Don’t you think this is thrilling? Isn’t this what they mean by, ’The wife can’t compare to the mistress, the mistress to a fling, and even the fling to an unattainable encounter’?"

Lu Yuan decisively swung the overly chatty woman over his shoulder and used Qinggong to sneak into the Governor Mansion.

If he let her go on any longer, who knew what delightful nonsense might roll off her tongue next!

Meng Qianqian swayed as she was carried, her head spinning.

But if you thought Meng Qianqian would behave now, you couldn’t be more wrong.

At the stepping bed, just as Lu Yuan was about to toss her down, Meng Qianqian mischievously patted his... well, his behind, and said something utterly outrageous: "Nice butt—quite perky."

Lu Yuan: Meng Xiaojiu!!!

...

That night, it was impossible to decide who was more mortified in the end.

After all, when it came to shamelessness, one was naturally gifted, and the other had mastered it without needing a teacher—they were practically evenly matched.

Still, tonight’s joy outweighed the embarrassment.

Lu Yuan lingered in the room for a long time before finally stepping out.

The night was deep and quiet.

Suddenly, a loud crunch of sunflower seeds broke the silence.

Turning his head, Lu Yuan spotted Liu Qingyun sitting on a stone bench under the corridor, legs crossed. His tone was full of mischief: "Well, well."

Lu Yuan froze awkwardly.

The next moment, the Miao King, laying atop a high tree branch with his hands tucked behind his head, chimed in, "Well~ well~"

Lu Yuan’s expression darkened further. For an elder, he was truly so improper.

Bai Yuwei pushed her door open and added, "Well!"

Lu Yuan’s mouth twitched. Even you’re joining in?

Tan’er popped her head out: "I want to see too! I want to see too!"

Bai Yuwei dragged her back and covered her eyes with both hands. "Little kids shouldn’t look!"

Lu Yuan clenched his fingers, grinding out through gritted teeth, "In the middle of the night, don’t any of you need to sleep? Qing Shuang, chase the two of them back to their rooms!"

Qing Shuang appeared, pondered seriously for a moment, then awkwardly opened her mouth: "Well—"

Lu Yuan: "...!!"