Chapter 627 - Too Hard to Escape from the Chains of Love (4)

Chapter 627: Too Hard to Escape from the Chains of Love (4)

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Lu Jinwen raised his handsome face and glanced at Jun Mosheng before walking away.

As he looked at the man’s polished and cold retreating back, Jun Mosheng narrowed his almond-shaped eyes and smiled slightly.

...

At dinner.

The dinner prepared tonight was indeed sumptuous. It was specially catered for the distinguished guests by High Priest Meng.

Pigs and sheep were slaughtered for the feast, and there was a lingering fragrance of meat and wine.

Tang Mo’er sat in her seat and eyed the roasted lamb. She did not have any appetite at all and felt like throwing up.

Her fair hands pressed on her chest. She hunched her body and was about to vomit.

Just then, a golden basin appeared in front of Tang Mo’er. A voice laced with concern was heard. “Miss Tang, are you alright?”

Tang Mo’er looked up. It was Meng Che.

Meng Che was Meng Lu’s son and the future High Priest. He was now looking at her with concern.

Tang Mo’er shook her head. “I’m alright. Thank you for your concern.”

At this moment, Jun Mosheng walked over. “Mo’er, you don’t have any appetite? I’ll get someone to prepare some porridge and send it to your room later. You’d better go back to take a rest.”

The first trimester of pregnancy was very tiring. Tang Mo’er was very cautious about this pregnancy after losing her baby in the previous one. She nodded. “Uncle Jun, I’ll take my leave then.”

Tang Mo’er got up and returned to her room.

Meng Che watched as Tang Mo’er walked away. His eyes revealed an apparent infatuation.

Meng Che did not know that at this juncture, there was a pair of almond-shaped eyes, sharp as an eagle as they looked at him, which made one’s hair stand on end.

Lu Jinwen retracted his glance after looking at Meng Che. He took his wine glass and downed all the wine in one gulp.

“Mr Lu, let me pour you another glass.”

“Tonight, you’d better think of a plan to bring Tang Mo’er into my room for me to enjoy. If the experience is pleasurable, I may even make her my wife. Don’t dilly-dally now. Go quickly!”

“Yes, Young Master.” The assistant ran off.

At this moment, Meng Che’s mind was consumed with Tang Mo’er’s ravishing face. He rubbed his palms together in glee, and wished that he could go to Tang Mo’er’s room and pounce on her now.

Perhaps no one was aware that he had been lusting after Lin Xuanji for a very long time.

Lin Xuanji looked like a fairy. Even if the most beautiful women in Miaojiang were to stand next to Lin Xuanji, those women would only look like mere servants. The first time he saw Lin Xuanji, he was stunned beyond words.

He was the only one who held the key to the altar. Sometimes he would secretly go to see Lin Xuanji, and he wished that he could screw her then and there.

But Lin Xuanji was the Holy Lady of Miaojiang. The people of Miaojiang were too superstitious, and he did not dare to do so for fear of suffering from retribution.

And so, he could only instruct his assistant to look for beauties for him to satisfy his lust, but his entire mind was still filled with Lin Xuanji’s face.

He had never imagined that Tang Mo’er would come to him like a lamb entering a lion’s den and she suited his palate exactly.

Meng Che walked away feeling aroused.

He was oblivious that his words had been overheard by someone else. A tall and handsome figure was hidden in a dark corner.

“Sir.” Butler Ye glanced at Lu Jinwen.

Lu Jinwen’s handsome and chiseled face was half concealed in the dark and his countenance could not be seen clearly. Actually, he did not have much of an expression on his face. It remained impassive as always, but he was already exuding a malevolent frostiness.

This sort of frostiness made him seem like he was filled with cold rage.

“Sir, it seems that this Meng Che has been secretly eyeing Madam Xuanji for a very long time. I’ve heard that he even wanted to touch Madam Xuanji’s hand, but because of Madam Xuanji’s Holy Lady status, he did not have the guts to do so. But now he keeps lusting after Madam Xuanji.”

Lu Jinwen gradually curved his thin lips. Ha, all these years other men had been having sexual fantasies about his woman. He did not feel good.

He felt a sensation rising within his chest. It had been a very long time since he had such an impulse to taste blood.

“Sir, what should we do now? The key to the altar is still with Meng Che. Why don’t we take the key so that Sir can enter the altar to look at Madam Xuanji?” Butler Ye probed.

Lu Jinwen gradually curved his thin lips and he said quietly in his low, irresistible voice. “Meng Che wants to have Mo’er, right? We’ll let him have his way.”

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In the room.

Lin Siyu had taken a shower and she was smelling sweet and fresh. She put on Lin Jinwen’s favorite red dress.

As she stood in front of the mirror, she fluffed out her hair and admired her face, puffing up her chest confidently.