She is a heartthrob who wants to live a good life

Chapter 247 Green Tea Selfish Cousin 16

The sweetheart showed him a pitiful expression, tears welling up in her eyes. Without a second thought, Xie Wanheng took her hand and said distressedly:

"Don't cry, Cang Cang, tell me what happened?"

After Yan Qizhao and Tan Yuan left one after another, he had already received news about Lan Xinyuan, but he did not expect that the Lan family would be so impatient that they would start to use Cang Cang.

His mother died so tragically back then. If Lan was the direct murderer of Aunt Qin, then Xie Zheng was the indirect murderer.

Lan's identity made her feel fearless, and Xie Zheng felt somewhat guilty towards Xie Wanheng.

In addition, the abilities of his two legitimate sons have become increasingly inferior to those of Xie Wanheng over the years, so Xie Zheng naturally values ​​this illegitimate son more and more.

Lan realized that she could no longer suppress Xie Wanheng, and was even more worried that he would not let her go once he got the chance and gained power in the future, so she wanted to find a way to hold him hostage.

Shen Weicang was the tool she chose.

Today, that old incident was brought up again. If there was anyone who could lift her house arrest right now, it would only be Xie Wanheng.

Lan really hated and feared him, and making him work for the murderer of her mother could satisfy her desire to win.

On the other hand, he could torture the bastard and get a sharp knife.

The calculations are sound.

Sure enough, Shen Weicang sobbed and told him what happened tonight, still stubbornly holding the amulet and stuffing it into his hand: "Wan Heng, please accept this amulet."

Xie Wanheng looked at the red amulet with disgust in his heart, but Shen Weicang looked at him timidly and expectantly, and he couldn't bear it, so he took it anyway:

"Cang Cang, don't worry, I will agree to whatever you ask."

Shen Weicang burst into laughter upon hearing this, and in surprise he hugged him directly: "Wan Heng, is this true?!"

The unique fragrance from her body was approaching, and the sudden approach of her beloved made Xie Wanheng feel uneasy. His hand tentatively fell on her waist.

Seeing that the person in his arms showed no disgust, Xie Wanheng became bolder and hugged her tightly: "Of course it's true, Cang Cang, I will never lie to you."

Although the two had been close during the day, it could not compare to the quiet happiness they felt at this moment.

Xie Wanheng tightly grasped the amulet in his hand. Cang Cang was too naive and kind to see Lan's sinister intentions.

He had to find a way to get rid of Lan in advance, otherwise she would still threaten Cang Cang.

Shen Weicang suddenly whimpered, raised his hand in his arms and tugged at his collar: "Wan Heng, are you hot?"

Her voice became sweeter and sweeter. One hand kept pulling at her collar, while the other hand unconsciously touched Xie Wanheng's body.

"Wan Heng, I'm so hot..."

Only then did Xie Wanheng realize that something was wrong. The fragrance of the amulet seemed a little strange.

He also felt an unfamiliar heat, and the hands of the person in his arms groping his body made his heart beat even more violently, and even his breathing became heavier.

"Cang Cang," he finally caught her rebellious little hand, "Did Lan ask you to give me this amulet?"

Shen Weicang's consciousness was already a little fuzzy, his face flushed red, his bright eyes were covered with water, and he looked at him with great grievance, as if it was too much for him to not let him touch him.

But she still answered his question obediently: "Yes, it was my aunt who asked for it specially for you."

At this point, she remembered her mission tonight and confirmed with Xie Wanheng again:

"Wan Heng, you will go to General Xie to plead for mercy tomorrow, right? My aunt said that General Xie will divorce her tomorrow. Can you help my aunt persuade General Xie?"

Shen Weicang looked at the boy whose face and ears were all red, curled his lips in his heart, and said viciously:

"Wan Heng, please, she is my aunt. Since I came to the general's mansion, this is the first time that my aunt has begged me to help her like this."

The more she said this, the heavier Xie Wanheng's breathing became.

He was tortured by anger and lust, and his hands around her waist became tighter and tighter, transferring the heat to her skin through her clothes.

Xie Wanheng couldn't bear to hear his beloved crying and begging like that. Her cry sounded so pitiful and aggrieved, but hearing it in his ears at this moment, it made him want to watch her cry like that on the bed.

He tried his best to restrain himself, but he couldn't let go, and even his voice became hoarse: "Cangcang, don't cry, I won't let anyone who bullies you go."

"What?" Shen Weicang seemed to not understand what he said, his eyes became more and more confused, but he still insisted on correcting him, "No one bullies me, Wan Heng."

She looked up at Xie Wanheng.

Seeing the originally aloof and arrogant young man's eyes and brows tinged with lust, as if he had never experienced such a feeling before, with some panic and fear in his expression, Shen Weicang found this man more and more interesting.

She continued to tease the boy: "Wan Heng, you are so beautiful..."

The girl murmured as she stood on tiptoe and kissed the corner of his mouth, then as if she had found a way to relieve her discomfort, she kissed him more passionately.

Her hands were still tugging at Xie Wanheng's collar and sleeves in an inappropriate way, as if she wanted to get inside and press against his skin.

Xie Wanheng had never experienced anything like sex before, and he got caught in a trap by mistake. If it was any other woman, he could still turn his face cold and chase her away.

But the one who has been actively approaching him in his arms is his sweetheart. How can a young boy who is just beginning to fall in love withstand such temptation? His rationality is on the verge of collapse, and his hand has already reached for his belt.

But his remaining consciousness was still warning him not to do so, so he withdrew his hand from his waist with great difficulty.

She wanted to push Shen Weicang away, but her hand seemed to have its own ideas. It raised up and gently stroked her cheek.

He bent down slightly, and was just about to indulge himself and kiss the girl in his arms, when Zhong Ying's voice suddenly rang out outside the door.

"Your Highness Prince Yi, why are you here so late at night?"

"Your Highness, it is late at night. Our Master is not in a position to see guests. Please forgive me, Your Highness!"

Then there was the sound of fighting, and the door was suddenly pushed open. Xie Wanheng regained a little consciousness and subconsciously held Shen Weicang in his arms, protecting her face tightly.

When Yan Qizhao opened the door, he saw a girl in a white dress being hugged rudely by Xie Wanheng. His hand was pressed tightly on the side of Shen Weicang's face, forcing her to press against his chest.

Shen Weicang's silky black hair was slightly disheveled, sticking to her shoulders and Xie Wanheng's arms.

It was obvious that he was coercing the girl.

Yan Qizhao felt dizzy with anger. He turned around and drew out the long sword that Mo Yu carried with him. The sword rang loudly, and with a flash of cold light, it pierced Xie Wanheng's throat.

"You lustful scoundrel!"

Yan Qizhao's voice was as cold as ice, and his eyes were filled with murderous intent: "Why don't you let Cang Cang go!"

Xie Wanheng quickly hugged Shen Weicang and turned sideways, worried that she would be injured by mistake.

But the sharp sword edge had just reached his throat, and with this movement, the tip of the sword instantly left a thin line of blood on his fair neck.

Xie Wanheng was unmoved, his tone was calm, but his voice was hoarse: "Your Highness Prince Yi broke into a private residence at night. Even if you are a prince, it is not appropriate to do such a thing."

Yan Qizhao was actually just at the end of his strength. His body had not recovered at all. At this moment, he had to use all his willpower to keep the sword from shaking.

He didn't want to reveal his true condition, but his voice was inevitably trembling due to exhaustion. In order to prevent Xie Wanheng from noticing, he deliberately lowered his voice:

"How dare you bully a woman? How can I not do anything about it?"

Xie Wanheng noticed that the person in his arms was trembling, as if he was very nervous.

She raised her head and gave him a wronged and pleading expression, and in the blink of an eye tears fell silently.

It seemed that she was frightened and sobered up a lot. She was extremely afraid that others would find out what she had just done.

Xie Wanheng felt a surge of tenderness and a desire to protect. He looked at Yan Qizhao coldly, freed one hand and placed it on the sword blade, which broke with a sound.

Yan Qizhao was affected by the residual force and felt a brutal force that made his palms numb.

Under normal circumstances, he would not have taken Xie Wanheng's action seriously, but unfortunately he was injured and very weak. He resisted the urge to vomit blood and looked at Xie Wanheng.