Chapter 300: Mu Qingtong’s Humiliating Day!
In the center of the grand stage, Mu Qingtong, clad in an elegant black dress, held the microphone, her song beginning to flow. The fans grew even more fervent, the tide of tens of thousands of flickering glow sticks pushing the venue’s atmosphere to its climax. Everyone was immersed in Mu Qingtong’s singing, but Xia Feng wasn’t listening at all, even feeling that Mu Qingtong’s voice was a bit off-key.
“Miss Mu, I’m suddenly a bit curious,” Xia Feng said, looking at the dazzling woman in the black dress at the center of the stage. “Are your clones connected to your senses?” he asked, his black eyes flashing with an unusual light.
Mu Qingtong was silent for a moment, then transmitted her voice helplessly, “Mr. Xia, with so many people watching, I suggest you don’t mess around.”
“Oh?” Seeing a hint of surrender in Mu Qingtong’s tone, Xia Feng became even more excited. He placed his right hand on her slender waist and raised an eyebrow, “Give me a reason not to mess around?”
“There isn’t one!” Mu Qingtong said expressionlessly.
“Very good, you have backbone.” Xia Feng narrowed his black eyes, suddenly raised his hand, and slapped the black dress fabric. A crisp ‘pia’ sound came from the full moon-like curve beneath the fabric.
Mu Qingtong’s usually calm and aloof beautiful eyes, which were still contemplating countermeasures, froze. In the venue, the singing of the woman in the black dress on stage center had a barely perceptible tremor. She casually glanced at Xia Feng’s direction with a blank expression. Xia Feng smiled and raised an eyebrow, his expression extremely smug as he met the eyes of Mu Qingtong’s clone.
Mu Qingtong’s heart burned like fire. She really, really wanted to beat this guy up! Enduring the tingling sensation in her waist and hips, she looked outside the wardrobe. The people from Golden Sparrow Flower showed no reaction. As long as there was a major movement while in stealth, it would be exposed and detected. However, the moment Mr. Xia lifted his palm and forcefully slapped her buttocks, the two of them had directly entered the Nascent Ten Sacred Armor’s alternate dimension, the Holy Knight Space. After his palm landed, they exited the Holy Knight Space. The entire operation was smooth and flowing, as if it had been rehearsed countless times in his mind. She realized that Mr. Xia, this scoundrel, had no less malicious hobbies than she did.
“Miss Mu, as long as you admit that you’ve fallen hopelessly in love with me, I’ll let you go. How about it?” Xia Feng’s words, spoken with a smile, echoed in her mind. Mu Qingtong’s cool and aloof little face remained unusually calm, and she said softly, “Mr. Xia, you’d better consider the consequences. Every time you hit me, you’ll be adding a future humiliation and hardship to yourself—”
“Slap!” The crisp sound of a slap echoed. Mu Qingtong straightened her waist, her delicate hands that were embracing Xia Feng’s broad back tightened, and her little face tensed with anger. If it were any other time, it would be fine, but now, the other body she controlled was singing on stage. Although the clone wouldn’t show the slightest abnormality, this feeling under everyone’s gaze made her feel an unprecedented shame. This shame made her very angry; shame was also a form of humiliation, and she could not accept such humiliation! Clearly, another charge was being added to Mr. Xia’s rap sheet!
“Mr. Xia, you’re dead.”
“Hoh, Miss Mu, who can only yell threats is the cutest~” Xia Feng deliberately leaned close to her ear and chuckled, then raised his palm and slapped again, “Slap!”
“You’re dead!”
“Slap!”
“You’re dead—”
“Slap!”
“You—”
“Slap!”
Mu Qingtong was speechless. Today, the Spirit Song Finals, was the day she would be crowned as the song queen and complete her spirit artifact plan, but it was also destined to be her most humiliating day. Soon, Mu Qingtong, enduring the humiliation of being constantly violated and lewdly touched by the evil disciple surnamed Xia, finally saw the Spirit Song Competition draw to a close. Amidst the screams of countless fans, the clone Mu walked off the stage and soon arrived outside the room.
As soon as she pushed the door open, a group of cloaked figures turned around in unison. The middle-aged man stepped forward with a smile and kindly stated their purpose for visiting.
“I am very sorry, Your Excellency, I have never received any news regarding an engagement.” Mu Qingtong sat on the sofa, her long legs crossed beneath the black dress. She leaned back slightly and said in a low voice, raising her eyes, “The Mu Clan’s decision does not represent my decision. Please return, everyone. Tell Corvis that I have already complied with the family’s arrangements for engagement twice, and there will not be a third time.”
The middle-aged butler narrowed his gray eyes and chuckled, shaking his head. “Madam Mu, you should understand that our Lord, as the leader of Golden Sparrow Flower’s Eighth Generation, is someone a daughter of a minor noble like you can only look up to. Now that an opportunity has arrived, are you sure you don’t want to seize it?”
The woman in the black dress glanced at the middle-aged man, a faint smile on her lips. Look up to? Even Mr. Xia was not worthy of her looking up to.
“Slap!”
Abruptly, her backside tingled again. In the wardrobe, Mu Qingtong’s delicate fingers tightly gripped Xia Feng’s back, her beautiful eyes fixed on him with anger.
Xia Feng blinked, looking innocent, showing no sign of remorse.
Seeing that the woman in the black dress remained silent, the middle-aged butler asked with a hint of confusion, “Madam Mu, by rejecting us so firmly, are you perhaps still holding onto that lowly student from Weiyang Academy?”
“Weiyang student?” The woman in the black dress was taken aback. She smiled faintly and shook her head. “Your Excellency, don’t overthink it. My relationship with that lowly person is not good, and besides, Xia Feng is now a wanted criminal. What is there to miss? Your Lord is indeed worlds apart from that fellow Xia Feng in every aspect, but I simply don’t want to—”
“Don’t want to what?”
The woman in the black dress paused, then continued, “I don’t want to be used as a tool for a political marriage anymore.”
As she spoke, Mr. Xia became more and more excessive, patting and kneading her. However, under Mr. Xia’s increasingly malicious actions, Mu Qingtong could feel that Mr. Xia’s mood seemed… a bit off. It was as if he was using this opportunity to vent some kind of dissatisfaction. Her beautiful eyes narrowed, as if she understood something, and the corners of her eyes immediately curved. This is interesting. Mr. Xia, is this your possessiveness as a man over his property, or is it jealousy arising from some hidden emotion within your heart? If it’s really jealousy, then Mr. Xia is too easily jealous. She only compared Mr. Xia with Corvis and praised Corvis indirectly a few times, and Mr. Xia’s emotional reaction was already so strong.
Thinking this, Mu Qingtong casually praised Corvis a few more times while talking to the middle-aged butler, saying that Corvis was more handsome and stronger than Xia Feng, and so on. As soon as she finished speaking, Mr. Xia suddenly looked up, his black eyes staring at her with a deep, swirling emotion.
He’s really jealous? Mu Qingtong narrowed her beautiful eyes, smiled faintly, and was about to say something when she heard Xia Feng’s voice transmission first, with a light chuckle: “Miss Mu, you don’t need to test me. This is purely my possessiveness.”
As he spoke, he suddenly lowered his head and forcefully kissed her slightly parted red lips. His black eyes were calm, and he transmitted mockingly, “Tsk, you didn’t think I was jealous just now, did you? That’s why you let me knead you at will?”
Mu Qingtong was speechless. I misunderstood? Did I overthink things?
“!!!” The man in front of her had extremely deep black eyes, and it was impossible to discern what emotions were hidden within. Mu Qingtong was kissed to the point of almost suffocating. She only felt that today was truly a dark and humiliating day! The plan to tame Mr. Xia had ended in a crushing defeat!
“Madam Mu?” the middle-aged butler called out, frowning. He found this woman very strange, always stopping her speech halfway.
