"You, you..." Qin Hanzhong stared at Luo Zongfang in horror, realizing that today he might be completely doomed given Luo Zongfang’s fearless demeanor.
Not long after, Ning Youlan and Mi Lan were also brought over.
Mi Lan had already woken up, but she didn’t know what had happened earlier. Seeing Qin Hanzhong kneeling before Luo Zongfang, her expression froze and she quickly ran over, wanting to pull Qin Hanzhong up: "Dad, what happened to you? Why are you kneeling?"
Qin Hanzhong looked terribly dejected, gave a bitter smile to Mi Lan, and choked: "Lanlan, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry!"
"Dad, what’s wrong? Just tell me, what’s going on?" Mi Lan was completely confused, though she knew it might have something to do with Luo Zongfang, she hadn’t heard what Luo Zongfang said earlier.
Luo Zongfang grinned, pulling Mi Lan in front of him, reached out his right hand and pinched her chin, staring directly at Mi Lan’s delicate face and seductive lips, unable to resist sticking out his tongue to lick: "Tsk tsk, wife, you look so beautiful. Seeing your face every day is a real pleasure. I should peel off your face and make it into a painting, tsk tsk, it would definitely be even more beautiful."
"Pah!" Mi Lan spat a mouthful of saliva directly onto Luo Zongfang’s face, preventing his tongue from reaching her lips.
At the same time, Mi Lan felt cold sweat running down her back.
She had only heard that Luo Zongfang was a pervert, but his earlier words made her realize she far underestimated the meaning of "pervert."
But this action evidently enraged Luo Zongfang completely.
"Bitch, how dare you spit at me!"
Luo Zongfang slapped Mi Lan across the face, sending her sprawling to the ground.
Mi Lan held her face and glared venomously at Luo Zongfang, "I won’t marry you. Even if I have to die, I won’t marry you!"
"Young Master Luo, Young Master Luo, please let Lanlan go." Qin Hanzhong tried to plead, but Ning Youlan chuckled, "Hanzhong, didn’t you say Lanlan should marry Young Master Luo? Why are you regretting it now?"
As she spoke, Ning Youlan eagerly sidled up to Luo Zongfang, deliberately brushing her body against him, and said coquettishly, "Young Master Luo, I’ve been waiting for you for so long, why are you just arriving now? Look at the Qin Family Patriarch kneeling on the ground like a dog."
"Haha, haha, that’s a good comparison!" Luo Zongfang laughed loudly, wrapping an arm around Ning Youlan’s waist, and provocatively said, "Father-in-law, you didn’t expect this, did you? Actually, Sister Youlan has always been my woman. She married you under my orders."
Though Qin Hanzhong had suspected this earlier, seeing it firsthand made him tremble with fury.
He had considered countless possibilities but never imagined Luo Zongfang would give him no chance to regain his breath.
Suppressing all his anger deep inside, he knelt again, truly resembling a begging dog, and pleaded, "Young Master Luo, as long as you spare Lanlan, I’ll agree to any condition, even my life, I’ll give it to you."
"Dad..." Tears streamed down Mi Lan’s face.
She finally understood, this Luo Zongfang was a beast.
He had placed Ning Youlan in the Qin Family, probably for this very day.
"Tsk tsk, Father-in-law, do you still think you have the right to bargain with me now?" Luo Zongfang shook his head, patting Ning Youlan’s cheek: "Seeing my fiancée’s face, I feel a sudden urge. Go, feed my dear fiancée something; later, you can both serve me."
"You’re so bad." Ning Youlan rolled her eyes at Luo Zongfang, fully understanding his intention.
Luo Zongfang was indeed a pervert with a particular hobby.
He would first drug the women he was about to play with, making them coquettishly seduce him, achieving a sense of accomplishment.
When Ning Youlan first met Luo Zongfang, she also took the drug, though it was voluntary.
But seeing Mi Lan’s expression, it seemed impossible to make her take it willingly.
Ning Youlan agreed with a hum, took out a small pill the size of a soybean from her pocket, and walked towards Mi Lan: "Come, be good, take this and you’ll turn into an immortal."
"Pah, you bitch, my father was so good to you, yet your heart was eaten by dogs!" Mi Lan raged, spitting at Ning Youlan and quickly turning her head aside.
Ning Youlan wiped the spit off her face, the smile disappearing completely as she looked at Luo Zongfang resentfully: "Young Master Luo, see, this girl still has a fiery temper."
"Haha, fiery is good, I like women throwing themselves at me." Luo Zongfang, instead of being angry, got even more excited. He walked up to Qin Hanzhong, grabbed his neck, and lifted him into the air.
Instantly, Qin Hanzhong had trouble breathing, his face turned red, and his hands desperately clawed at Luo Zongfang’s arm, trying to break free.
But clearly, his strength was no match for Luo Zongfang’s. As the suffocation intensified, Qin Hanzhong’s eyelids started to flip, and his legs began to thrash helplessly.
"My dear fiancée, you better hurry. If you don’t take it soon, your beloved father will be gone." Luo Zongfang didn’t press Mi Lan further, just smiled at her.
Mi Lan closed her eyes in pain.
Despairingly opened her mouth.
She knew that if she didn’t take it, Luo Zongfang would really kill Qin Hanzhong.
"That’s being good." Luo Zongfang said, pleased with Mi Lan’s submissive attitude.
Ning Youlan scoffed, "Why didn’t you comply earlier."
She quickly tossed the small pill into Mi Lan’s mouth.
Mi Lan swallowed it at once.
But within seconds, a surge of heat rose from Mi Lan’s abdomen.
She looked at Luo Zongfang in horror: "What did you make me take?"
"Nothing much." Luo Zongfang threw Qin Hanzhong to the ground, watched him greedily gulp air and then, like an ant: "I call this pill the Leisurely Pill. After taking it, even the most virtuous women will turn into docile little seductresses. Tsk tsk, the feeling will be great."
Feeling like addressing a junior, he patted Qin Hanzhong’s head: "Father-in-law, now you need to gather all Qin Family members here. I’ll go consummate with your daughter first. If everyone isn’t here when we return, don’t blame me for being rude."
Then he walked up, scooped Mi Lan into his arms, and headed towards the bedroom.
Ning Youlan hurried to follow, seemingly impatient too.
As for the Jiang surname woman and Uncle Feng, they coldly stood in the living room, as if all this had nothing to do with them.
Qin Hanzhong didn’t even have the strength to stop them.
He knew he could stop nothing.
"Aying, I’ve let you down!" Qin Hanzhong knelt painfully on the ground, banging his head repeatedly, not caring even if it was bleeding.
The "Aying" he referred to was none other than Mi Lan’s mother.
Just as Qin Hanzhong wished to die, a heavy collision sounded.
Immediately, a curse was heard from outside: "Damn it, who dares to kick me!"