Dragon King Palace: Urban Affluent Son-in-Law-Chapter 1115: Arrival!

Seeing Murong Qian’s words getting more and more off track, Jiang Feng felt his body stiffen and his back go numb.

Before he could say anything, Murong Qian’s small hand, which had just touched the corner of her mouth, suddenly reached down and directly touched Jiang Feng’s body.

Then, as if she’d touched something unbelievable, her eyes filled with astonishment before she blushed and giggled, "Silly brother, you..."

Jiang Feng felt even more overwhelmed; who could resist such a seductive Murong Qian!

"Sister Qian, what are you doing? Our mission is imminent..."

"Shh!~"

Murong Qian pouted and mischievously said, "You’re pretending again, aren’t you? When we’re not traveling far, you don’t come to see me often! I’m a doctor, I know it’s not good for a man to hold back, it’s harmful to the body, it needs to be released..."

As she said this, her hands kept moving, squeezing tighter like a toy, she murmured, "Besides, I really didn’t expect you, this little rascal, to have truly become a man now, and quite the ’incredible’ one at that~"

"Cough cough, Sister Qian, don’t be like this!"

Jiang Feng still wanted to refuse, but Murong Qian’s soft white hands were already gently undoing his waistband.

"Don’t talk~ just leave it to me~ I don’t have much experience~ but today you’re lucky, you little rascal~"

Murong Qian was truly affectionate.

She asked herself if she wasn’t a shameless woman, but Jiang Feng had given her too many surprises today, and she had suffered so much from missing him, not to mention how Wu Feng and others addressed her earlier. Under multiple stimuli, it was easy to get emotional.

Now that her emotions and the external environment were both in place, she found it hard to control herself.

Jiang Feng naturally understood Murong Qian’s intentions, but he really couldn’t do it again.

The last time already caused Situ Yan to make a mistake, how could he do it again?

Seeing that Murong Qian’s knees softened and her body actually slowly squatted down, Jiang Feng suddenly took a step back and pulled up his pants.

"Sister Qian, there’s nothing to see on the mountain, let’s go down!"

After speaking, he quickly turned around and left.

Leaving Murong Qian half-squatting on the ground, her beautiful face turning red and white with astonishment.

"This little rascal always flees in panic!"

She huffed angrily, feeling a surge of frustration in her heart!

However, she also knew that such matters couldn’t be forced; Jiang Feng had to be willing.

But where in the world is there a man like this, when a girl like me is voluntarily giving up her reserve, wanting him to relax a bit, and he doesn’t even appreciate it?!

Unwilling, she stood up, and Murong Qian "gritted her teeth" and followed him down.

...

In the manor, inside Yanchi Mansion.

Wu Feng had everything arranged by now.

With his current position as the real controller of the Yan family, organizing a few helicopters was not a problem. They’d soon be ready, capable of transporting exactly forty-two people on a journey.

"Master, I’ve done everything according to your instructions, the helicopters will arrive in twenty minutes, um, Lady..."

Wu Feng was reporting to Jiang Feng as he returned from the mountain, but suddenly saw Murong Qian’s face covered with frost, dragging her suitcase straight into the mansion, leaving him somewhat surprised.

Murong Qian didn’t pay attention to anyone, went directly into a room with no one around, and changed her clothes.

Leaving Jiang Feng standing there awkwardly.

"Hmm, it’s good to be prepared; we’ll leave once they arrive."

Jiang Feng observed his surroundings quietly, showed no particular expression, and strode into the mansion’s hall, drinking tea while waiting.

...

Twenty minutes later, the helicopters summoned by Wu Feng were in position on time.

A total of four civilian helicopters, low-profile yet capable of carrying over forty people for the journey.

Jiang Feng, with Murong Qian already in thick clothing, boarded the front helicopter first, with Wu Feng and Fang Wei following suit.

The thirty-eight elite members boarded the other three helicopters separately.

The pilots of the four helicopters were also chosen meticulously by Wu Feng, belonging to his absolutely loyal confidants.

At this time, Murong Qian sat beside Jiang Feng, the shame and anger on her face had faded, replaced by a hint of shyness and a blush.

She had calmed down, recalling what happened in the woods was utterly embarrassing.

What on earth was she thinking at that time, she almost...

Even though she didn’t resist doing anything for Jiang Feng in her heart, wasn’t that just too shameless?

Would Jiang Feng think she had become too easy, ruining the good image she held in his heart?

She felt incredibly complicated, yet with Jiang Feng’s many subordinates present, she couldn’t bring it up directly, and could only hold it in.

"Master, shall we depart?"

Wu Feng approached Jiang Feng, asking respectfully.

"Let’s go!"

Jiang Feng responded calmly.

Without another word, Wu Feng waved his hand, and the pilots of the four helicopters took off at once, heading straight for the southwest Qing Province!

...

From Jiangdong to Qing Province, the total distance is about 2,800 kilometers, equivalent to crossing over half of China diagonally.

Even by helicopter, it takes more than seven hours, making the journey very long.

Using the moment when Wu Feng was not paying attention and Fang Wei was resting with his eyes closed, Murong Qian finally found the time to whisper to Jiang Feng.

She leaned over to Jiang Feng’s ear, blowing gently: "Little rascal, what happened before, you’re not allowed to keep it in mind, uh... I didn’t mean it..."

Her explanation was unnecessary; the more she spoke, the more she contradicted herself, making things worse.

Jiang Feng smiled, saying nothing, he simply reached out his hand, holding Murong Qian’s small hand, clasping it in his palm.

To him, there wasn’t much to explain. He understood Murong Qian’s feelings for him, but now wasn’t the right time to act on it.

That gentle, soft hand was like warm jade, incredibly smooth and tender to the touch, and Murong Qian, feeling Jiang Feng’s understanding, suddenly felt much better.

She smiled charmingly, comfortably leaning against Jiang Feng, resting her head on his shoulder.

"Little rascal, I knew you cared for me~..."

...

The journey continued without further words.

Seven hours later, the four helicopters finally reached the skies above Bayan Kala Mountain, within Qing Province.

Indeed, Jiang Feng’s foresight in having Murong Qian dress warmly was wise; the climate here was vastly different from Binhai!

The temperature not only plummeted below freezing, but the cold wind was biting, like knives to the face, with snowstorms whipping up snow on the mountain.

The weather conditions and geographical environment were extremely harsh.

Fortunately, aside from Murong Qian, everyone on the four helicopters was a Martial Artist, capable of resisting the cold with their strong inner strength and Qi-Blood.

Additionally, with Wu Feng and others wearing combat suits, even landing in ice and snow wouldn’t affect them.

"Master, we’ve reached Bayan Kala Mountain, where should we land?" Wu Feng once again approached Jiang Feng for instructions!