Chapter 91: Madam Xie, Want to Play Something a Little Exciting?

GULP!

Gazing down at the enchanting face beneath him, Yang Xun could no longer control the lust surging through his veins. Planting his hands on either side of Huang Qi, he brought his full weight down on her like a mountain.

"Nnngh..."

Huang Qi let out a low, achingly sensual moan. She wrapped her arms around Yang Xun’s broad back, her eyes clouded with a lustful haze as her long, slender legs swiftly coiled around his waist.

Without a moment’s hesitation, Yang Xun thrust forward, driving deep inside her.

"Ngh—ah!"

A violent shudder wracked Huang Qi’s body. Her fingers dug deep into Yang Xun’s shoulders as a deep flush instantly spread across her enchanting face.

The feeling of being utterly filled washed over her once more, striking the depths of her soul like a heavy hammer and shattering her consciousness.

Yang Xun’s hips began to move with a relentless, frantic energy, his thrusts powerful and fierce to the extreme.

In the enormous wedding photo hanging above the bed, Xie Haitao’s fat, round face seemed to be smilingly "watching" the entire scene.

And down below, his beautiful wife was on that very wedding bed, being driven to the brink of ecstasy by another man.

At this thought, a tide of pleasure surged through Yang Xun, and the force and speed of his thrusts reached an unprecedented peak.

"Ah... you’re... you’re too rough... Please, slow down..."

Huang Qi bit her lip hard, desperately trying to stifle her moans as her entire body rocked violently, like a small boat tossed on a stormy sea.

CREAK!!

But just as their passion reached its peak, the noisy creak of a door opening suddenly echoed from the courtyard outside!

It was followed by the sound of footsteps approaching the house. Judging by the noise, it was definitely more than one person!

"Fuck! Are they just jerking us around? It was supposed to happen tonight, but now it’s delayed until tomorrow!"

"Alright, enough complaining. We’ll talk about it tomorrow. What can you do? We’re the ones working for them."

"Everyone’s gotta be hungry, right? Let’s grab some food and booze and get a drink!"

The noisy chatter continued from the courtyard; it was clearly the voices of Xie Haitao and his gang of thugs.

BOOM!!

Yang Xun and Huang Qi froze in unison, their movements stopping as if someone had hit a pause button. They stared at each other, their eyes filled with utter shock.

Huang Qi, in particular, turned deathly pale. Her pupils constricted violently, and her almond-shaped eyes filled with a mixture of disbelief and sheer terror.

She had never imagined that Xie Haitao would come back at this hour—and from the sound of it, he’d brought a whole group of his lackeys with him!

"Didn’t you say Xie Haitao wasn’t coming back tonight?!"

Yang Xun’s brow furrowed as he looked at Huang Qi. "Are you playing me?" he demanded in a hushed, tense voice.

"I don’t know what happened!"

Huang Qi was on the verge of tears, her eyes wide with panic. She grabbed Yang Xun’s arm, her voice trembling. "He told me himself he wasn’t coming back tonight! I don’t know why he’s suddenly here... You have to hide! Quick, hide!"

"Sigh!"

Yang Xun sighed and immediately rolled off of Huang Qi, his eyes quickly scanning every corner of the bedroom.

This wasn’t a massage parlor; there were no secret rooms in Xie Haitao’s house.

The space under the bed was too low to hide anyone.

Finally, his gaze locked onto the tall, solid wood wardrobe in the corner.

’There’s no other choice!’

In a few quick strides, Yang Xun rushed to the wardrobe and yanked it open. He shoved aside the coats hanging inside, squeezed in sideways, and pulled the door shut, leaving only a tiny crack for air and observation.

"Whoa, look at all this food!"

At the same time, Xie Haitao’s gruff voice echoed from downstairs. "...Honey! Are you home?"

THUMP!!

Huang Qi’s heart clenched. Terrified that Xie Haitao would come straight upstairs and burst into the bedroom, she hastily threw on her nightgown and rushed out of the room barefoot.

"Honey, why are you back so suddenly?"

Huang Qi stood in the doorway, a smile plastered on her face, but her guilty conscience made her eyes dart about evasively.

"Don’t even ask!" Xie Haitao waved his hand dismissively, his face a mask of frustration. He flopped down onto the sofa. "The Hall Master rescheduled the job for tomorrow. The whole trip was a waste. The guys are tired and hungry, so we just came back here."

As he spoke, he suddenly turned his head, his eyes fixing on the veritable feast laid out on the dining table. A suspicious look crossed his face. "Who came over? Why’d you cook all this?"

As far as he could remember, Huang Qi was ridiculously lazy—she usually complained that making instant noodles was too much trouble, let alone cooking an entire spread like this.

’Did the sun rise in the west today?’

Huang Qi’s heart tightened, but she maintained a placid smile and said casually,

"Oh, a girlfriend of mine came over this afternoon. We chatted for a while and had a few drinks, but she left a little while ago."

Xie Haitao grunted, clearly skeptical, but his stomach was growling too loudly for him to press the issue. He immediately waved at the thugs behind him. "Don’t just stand there gawking! Sit down and eat!"

The gang of thugs descended on the table like a pack of starving wolves and began to wolf down the food.

Not daring to slack, Huang Qi went back to the kitchen to whip up a couple more side dishes and brought out two cases of beer.

Once the men were busy drinking, she found an excuse and slipped quietly back upstairs to the bedroom.

CLICK!

The very first thing she did was lock the door from the inside. Only after making sure the bolt was firmly in place did she finally let out a long breath.

The next moment, she hurried over to the wardrobe, pulled open the door, and let Yang Xun out.

"Hide in here for a little longer, and whatever you do, don’t make a sound!"

Huang Qi stared intently at Yang Xun, her expression grave. "Wait until they’ve had their fill and passed out. Then you’ll find a chance to leave!"

However, instead of listening obediently, Yang Xun suddenly exerted his strength and shoved Huang Qi down onto the large wedding bed!

"Ah!"

Huang Qi cried out as she fell backward onto the mattress, staring up at Yang Xun, completely caught off guard.

A wicked smirk slowly curved Yang Xun’s lips. He loomed over the panicked Huang Qi, his voice low as he asked, "Madam Xie... How would you feel about playing a little game? Something... thrilling?"

"What... what are you trying to do?!"

At his words, Huang Qi instantly realized what he meant and lowered her voice to ask.

Yang Xun lowered his head to her ear and said, enunciating every word, "Of course... it’s to fuck you!"

Before the words had even faded, he gave a sudden, hard thrust, driving deep inside her without any warning...