Chapter 222 Long Family Patriach Plans (1)



"What on seventh heaven are we going to do with her?" Long Meihui exclaimed, her finger pointing sharply towards Zhao Xin.

Her frustration was palpable, etched across her face.

Xia Tian abruptly ceased playing with the little girl and became captivated by the presence of the buxom beauty before him.

His gaze, like a magnet, fixated unwaveringly upon Long Meihui's ample bosom.

In response, Long Meihui's lips twitched, betrayed by her mix of indignation and discomfort at his unabashed ogling.

'All men truly are just beasts,' she muttered under her breath, unable to contain her exasperation.

She reluctantly bit her lower lip, a gesture that hinted at a subtle hint of her understanding of Xia Tian.

With a deliberate yet hesitant movement, she tugged the fabric of her yellow dress downwards, revealing a tantalizing glimpse of her milky-soft shoulders.

Xia Tian found himself not the only one drawn into the intrigue, as Xia Rouyan's eyes, too, were fixated upon this unexpected display.

"Wo!" An involuntary gasp escaped Xia Rouyan's lips, those were large, bigger than her mother!

Meanwhile, Zhao Xin stood bewildered, her confusion evident as she tried to comprehend Long Meihui's puzzling actions.

Ah, little did she know that when faced with Xia Tian, women seemed to lose their voice and intellect, entranced by his charisma.

It was as if they had abandoned all hope of escape and willingly surrendered their power.

Sigh. The lengths that men would go to were indeed boundless.

Xia Tian had perfected the art of rendering women speechless, a feat that had been attempted for centuries without success.

Once, the dress cascaded down, revealing a tantalizing glimpse of Long Meihui's abdomen. With a deft motion, she removed the cloth concealing those ample melons, and in an instant, a pair of big round rabbits leaped out from their hiding place.

In response, Xia Tian nodded, his eyes filled with admiration and intrigue. Yet, Long Meihui's frustration grew, her teeth gritted in annoyance at his lack of response. "Now, tell me what to do with her?" she demanded, her voice carrying a tinge of exasperation.

Since Xia Tian was the one who had caused this chaotic situation, he remained nonchalant, seemingly unaffected.

However, the aftermath still demanded attention.

If he were to abandon her here and make his escape, Long Meihui would be left burdened with a mountain of work.

Xia Tian tilted his head, feigning confusion. "Why did you undress?" he asked, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

Long Meihui's face flushed with embarrassment, her anger and humiliation held in check. "Y-You!" she stammered, her voice quivering. "Didn't you said me to do that?" she retorted, her frustration palpable.

But Xia Tian, a man of his word, couldn't simply let false accusations slide.

"I didn't," he declared firmly, his gaze fixed on Zhao Xin. Sensing Xia Tian's piercing stare, Zhao Xin quickly nodded in agreement, backing up his claim.

And indeed, Xia Tian had never explicitly uttered such words.

Long Meihui realized she had been skillfully manipulated by him.

This was the conundrum of genius minds—they often overanalyze and read too much between the lines.

With a mixture of anger and frustration, she ripped apart the remaining shreds of the dress.

"Whoa, are you offering your body as gratitude for saving you now? Let me tell you, I am a married man with kids. If you try to assault me, my wife would beat you up," Xia Tian taunted with a sardonic smirk.

"What?" Long Meihui was left utterly speechless, her mind spinning with confusion. 'He's married? He has children?'

"Do you not remember me?" she stammered, a sense of unease settling in her heart.

Xia Tian feigned deep thought, shaking his head. "I don't," he replied casually. Long Meihui's expression twisted into a mix of anger and disappointment, before Xia Tian's words took an unexpected turn. "But I do remember those big breasts of yours," he added, a mischievous glimmer in his eyes.

Shock reverberated through Long Meihui. Her emotions were already in turmoil, and now, confronted with his cunning smile, she felt an urge to bang her head against a tree.

'Why should I even care if he remembers me or not?' she thought, trying to convince herself. However, deep down, a part of her couldn't help but feel a strange satisfaction at not being forgotten.

The ample bosom yearned to be milked, begging for release.

If left unchecked, those majestic mountains would grow larger with time, threatening to engulf Xia Tian. He had no intention of succumbing to their overpowering allure just yet.

Who was he fooling?

Deep down, he craved nothing more than to take a dive into their intoxicating depths, knowing that milking them would only make them more bigger!

Zhao Xin, unaware of Xia Tian's true nature and mistakenly perceiving him as a cold-blooded killer, failed to comprehend their conversations altogether.I think you should take a look at

She possessed a figure that could turn heads—a curvaceous waist, flawless skin, the epitome of an hourglass figure.

"Hey, NPC! Come over here!" Xia Tian commanded assertively.

"NPC?" Zhao Xin was taken aback, realizing that he was calling her. Fear gripped her, sensing that her time had finally come.

Tentatively, she approached Xia Tian, her eyes trembling with uncertainty. Every now and then, her gaze involuntarily shifted towards the fallen forms of Feng Xiao and Shen Huang.

NPC, a term Xia Tian had recently picked up from the residents of the blue star realm.

Unaware of his newfound vocabulary, Long Meihui brushed it off as yet another one of Xia Tian's playful tricks. However, a sudden chill ran down her spine, prompting her to hastily change into a fresh outfit.

Xia Tian, who had intended to toy with Zhao Xin, paused in his tracks, fixating his gaze on Long Meihui as she adorned herself in new garments.

His amusement lay not in pouncing on her but in making her feel utterly embarrassed.

And it worked. Long Meihui's cheeks flushed crimson as she reluctantly changed clothes before a man.

However, her embarrassment quickly faded, as if Xia Tian's audaciousness had inoculated her against such feelings. Xia Tian, seizing every opportunity to mock her, reveled in his shamelessness.

"Why are you blushing like a young girl in love? At your age, you should be my aunty already," he mocked, his voice laced with accusation.

Long Meihui stumbled and nearly fell, struggling to maintain her balance.

She glared at Xia Tian, her resentment bubbling to the surface. "Your mother is the aunty! Your whole family is aunty!"

She is a young woman, how dare he claim her as old!

Xia Tian remained unfazed, nodding his head. "Indeed, my mother is your aunty. But for you, maybe 'aunt' is a bit too young. Perhaps 'grandma' would be more fitting... No, that would be a bit too old as well."

Long Meihui covered her ears, fearing that her brain might start bleeding if she listened to any more of Xia Tian's teasing.

"Hahahaha!" Xia Tian ceased tormenting her and handed Xia Rouyan over to Long Meihui. The buxom woman couldn't help but gaze curiously at the child. "Are you pre-booking?" she asked, full of intrigue.

Xia Tian nodded. "Yup."

Long Meihui nodded in return. "Where did you kidnap her from? She looks... cute. Did you kidnap some emperor's daughter?" She playfully poked Xia Rouyan's cheek.

Xia Rouyan blinked her eyes, seemingly confused by the peculiar dynamic between these two individuals.

"From Xia Shuiyao," Xia Tian replied, causing Long Meihui to raise an eyebrow. "That cold woman has a child? That's surprising." However, as soon as those words left her mouth, she realized how wrong they were.

"Wait, what!?"

She was so shocked that her mind couldn't process it. Xia Tian had been boasting about how his daughter couldn't possibly be attractive, and all along it was thanks to him.

"Is she your daughter, then?" Long Meihui asked, her voice filled with astonishment. Before she could process his response, Xia Tian called her closer, his hand connecting with a sharp slap on her ass.

"Are you an idiot? Of course she's mine! My toys don't toy around, or else they only meet their end."

How dare she even consider the possibility of Xia Shuiyao being set free?

Even if by some twisted chance she were to be released, her only escape would be through death's cold embrace.

Without hesitation, he would mercilessly kill and discard her should she displease him in any way.

And when it came to daughters, he had no qualms about creating new ones with someone else.

However, this seemed like an implausible scenario, given that Xia Tian's toys mostly behaved exactly as he desired.

So, if any of his toys dared to offend him, it was because he willed it, ensuring their ultimate demise.

Xia Tian's manipulation tactics were even more repugnant and controlling than Destiny itself.

Long Meihui furrowed her brows, her face contorted with disbelief. "Die, are you serious?"

A sinister chuckle escaped Xia Tian's lips as he redirected his attention towards Zhao Xin, dismissing Long Meihui entirely.

Lost in thought, Long Meihui pondered whether he would truly have the audacity to kill any of them.

She had never witnessed a man who would willingly take the lives of his own women.

But then again, he didn't regard them as women, but mere replaceable playthings, just like toys.