The prince is fierce: Who dares to steal my woman?

Chapter 141 Yang Rong: Debt Collection

Upon hearing this, Xiao Jinyan's lips curled into a doting smile. "I know, my Xuan'er is so considerate. Don't worry, I will definitely find an auspicious day so that you two can enjoy my love together."

"Oh, right, husband, Yang Rong is here. You need to deal with her properly," Guan Lingxuan added.

"What? What is she doing here?" Xiao Jinyan frowned slightly, clearly understanding that Yang Rong's visit was ill-intentioned.

Guan Lingxuan sighed softly, a complex light flashing in her eyes, "What else can I do? My husband should know better than I do."

Upon hearing this, Xiao Jinyan shook his head helplessly: "Alright, Madam, I'll go deal with Yang Rong first. Once I've dealt with this matter, I'll definitely come back to find you and make it up to you properly."

Upon hearing this, Guan Lingxuan felt a surge of warmth in her heart. "Husband, don't forget what you promised me. You'll make it up to me properly."

Xiao Jinyan walked with slightly heavy steps through the winding corridor to the quiet courtyard where Yang Rong had once been imprisoned. In the courtyard, bamboo leaves swayed gently, seemingly whispering secrets unknown to others.

Yang Rong, clad in a light, ethereal veil, could not conceal the undeniable fury burning between her brows. She was like a rose with thorns, appearing both more beautiful and more dangerous under the cover of night.

Hearing footsteps, Yang Rong turned around abruptly, her bright eyes flashing with complex emotions, both anticipation and indignation. She stared straight at Xiao Jinyan, who was walking slowly towards her, and shouted angrily, "Xiao Jinyan, you're finally back! I've been waiting for so long."

Xiao Jinyan stopped, his heart filled with mixed emotions, and asked softly, "What brings you here so late at night, Madam?"

Upon hearing this, Yang Rong's lips curled into a cold smile: "What do you want? I'm here to collect a debt, of course. Let's go to the bedroom, we need to settle this score properly."

As she spoke, she grabbed Xiao Jinyan's hand without giving him a chance to explain, the force of which seemed to convey all her dissatisfaction and grievances to him through this small contact.

Upon entering the bedroom, Yang Rong pushed open the door and slammed it shut, shutting out the hustle and bustle of the world. The candlelight flickered, illuminating the two figures locked in a tense standoff, a subtle tension hanging in the air.

Xiao Jinyan looked at Yang Rong, trying to find the answer in her eyes: "Madam, could it be... that you miss me?"

However, Yang Rong remained unmoved, her eyes sharpening like knives: "Xiao Jinyan, Green Pearl only had a bottle of Turtle Breathing Powder, yet you granted her six sexual encounters. And I, I gave you my personal jade pendant and made Red Sleeve obey your commands. Tell me, how many times do you owe me?"

Xiao Jinyan's eyes were filled with complex and subtle emotions as he said, "Naturally, no less than ten times."

A bitter smile curled at the corner of his lips as he thought to himself: This woman is becoming more and more unpredictable.

Yang Rong's voice carried a hint of playfulness and determination as she softly replied, "Okay, then I'll count it as ten times. You'll pay me back now."

Before she could finish speaking, Yang Rong had already taken Xiao Jinyan's hand without giving him a chance to explain, and walked briskly towards the bed. Her movements carried an irresistible force, as if she were leading him into an unknown, yet alluring, abyss.

"Madam, can you let me repay these ten times of 'the Duke of Zhou' in one go?" Xiao Jinyan tried to defuse the sudden tension with humor, but his voice could not hide a trace of helplessness and exhaustion.

He knew all too well what kind of "storm" awaited him once he reached that bed.

Yang Rong stopped and turned to look at him: "Of course, it was not easy to catch you this time. Who knows when the next time will be? I'm afraid you'll renege on your promise."

Xiao Jinyan smiled bitterly to himself, thinking to himself: I was just exhausted by that girl Li Yuerui, and now I have to face Yang Rong's "debt collection". I'm doomed! However, faced with Yang Rong's expectant eyes, he could not refuse and could only bite the bullet and agree.

"But I don't have that much energy to spare tonight." Xiao Jinyan tried to delay the arrival of this "battle" with a last-ditch effort.

Yang Rong simply smiled slightly, a hint of mystery in her smile: "Don't worry, I was prepared."

Before she finished speaking, she deftly untied the belt of her outer garment, and the gorgeous coat slowly slid down, leaving only a bright red bodice, which accentuated her snow-white skin and added to her allure.

Without hesitation, Yang Rong wrapped her arms around Xiao Jinyan's neck, and the air was filled with a suffocating tension and anticipation.

Xiao Jinyan was caught off guard by this sudden enthusiasm. A look of surprise flashed in his eyes, which was then replaced by a burning desire.

Yang Rong's lips, like the gentlest breeze in spring, possessed an irresistible force, aggressively covering his. The kiss was passionate and deep, as if it wanted to devour their souls, making them forget everything around them.

Their kiss was deep and passionate, as if the whole world consisted only of their breaths and heartbeats.

After a long while, when both of their breathing became rapid and heavy, Yang Rong suddenly separated them, her eyes flashing with cunning. She pushed Xiao Jinyan towards the carved bed, which made a slight creaking sound.

"My darling, you've made me miss you so much."

Yang Rong's voice was choked with sobs, but mostly filled with the exhilaration of release. Before she finished speaking, she pounced on Xiao Jinyan like a nimble cat, pinning him down tightly, every inch of their skin pressed together, conveying their warmth and desire.

Sweat and panting mingled as their figures appeared and disappeared in the candlelight. Every collision and fusion was a profound imprint of their feelings for each other.

Finally, when everything calmed down, Xiao Jinyan lay there, feeling as if his body had been drained, every bone exuding exhaustion, but his heart was filled with unprecedented satisfaction and happiness.

This night was longer and more agonizing than ever before for Xiao Jinyan. Previously, Li Yuerui's tenderness and affection had exhausted him, nearly draining all his strength. Now, Yang Rong's madness and passion were like a raging storm, wave after wave crashing against him, almost drowning him in this boundless sea of ​​desire.

Yang Rong nestled against Xiao Jinyan's broad chest, her fingers gently tracing his firm muscles, her voice tinged with a mixture of coquettishness and helplessness: "You naughty boy, is it really a karmic entanglement from a past life that we are destined to be enemies in this one?"

Xiao Jinyan chuckled softly, his large hand covering Yang Rong's slender back, gently stroking it as if soothing a ruffled kitten: "Satisfied? My little darling?"

Upon hearing this, Yang Rong's lips curled into a barely perceptible sneer. She snorted, "Hmph, not satisfied! I thought I'd finally get to taste the deliciousness of you, but in the end, I'm just leftovers. Hmph, which vixen has bewitched your heart this time? When will you, you fickle lover, truly belong to me alone?"

Xiao Jinyan's expression changed slightly, but he remained calm. He gently cupped Yang Rong's cheeks, his gaze deep: "Yinrui... Indeed, I haven't seen her for a long time. This time, it's because I need her to protect Princess Xincai and her husband, so naturally I can't mistreat her."