Taming The Hidden Bigshot By Kissing Him-Chapter 593: Irresistible Beauty

Xiang Mingzhu had drunk quite a bit of alcohol and felt weak all over.

She was held tightly by a strong, fat man and could not move at all. As she struggled, her little face turned intensely red.

It made her look even more enticing.

Zhao Chang looked at her as if she were a piece of fish on a cutting board, interested in continuing to play with her.

He flicked his finger, and a medicinal pill fell into the wine.

"Miss Xiang, haven’t you made up your mind yet? Don’t wait, no one is coming to save you. I am a business partner of the Lu Family, and your uncle will not offend a partner for you."

"You..."

Xiang Mingzhu clenched her teeth and glared at Zhao Chang.

Her uncle would actually let some fat man bully her like this.

"Miss Xiang, I simply admire you. I just want to offer you a drink, nothing more. After all, you are Lu Bannong’s niece; I respect the monk for the sake of the Buddha."

As Zhao Chang spoke the latter part, he let out a few strange chuckles.

It sounded mocking yet playful.

Taking a deep breath and holding back her anger, Xiang Mingzhu said, "Fine, I will drink! Can you let me go now?"

A tiger fallen prey to dogs when down on its luck.

"Sure."

Zhao Chang opened his hands, and Xiang Mingzhu immediately pulled away from his embrace.

She looked at him with disdain.

She picked up the drink from the table and downed it in one go, "I’ve drunk it, okay now?"

Zhao Chang applauded: "Miss Xiang, that was decisive."

Xiang Mingzhu snorted coldly, picked up her handbag from the side, and staggered out in her high heels.

Turning her head to look, Zhao Chang indeed did not follow her out; it seems he still feared the Lu Family.

Xiang Mingzhu sneered and started calling a rideshare service as she left the bar.

She leaned against a nearby streetlight, steadying her drunkenness.

The alcohol today seemed exceptionally intoxicating, and she had lost all measure. She fidgeted with her dress collar, feeling unusually hot.

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She couldn’t help but fan herself with her hand.

Her cheeks were already beet red, and her palms sweaty.

Even the normally slow-to-react Xiang Mingzhu realized something was wrong!

She tried to move her legs to walk, but her body was soft, and she had no strength. She slumped down, and suddenly a pair of arms clasped her from behind.

Zhao Chang’s familiar face appeared in front of her: "Miss Xiang, you’re drunk. Let me take you home."

"Let go of..."

As soon as Xiang Mingzhu spoke, it came out like a coquettish whisper.

The heat inside her surged against her senses.

Zhao Chang directly picked her up.

"Let go of me... you fat pig, you..."

"Soon, you’ll be begging me to hold you."

Zhao Chang’s car was parked at the roadside, he held Xiang Mingzhu and instructed the driver, "Drive to the Xiang Family at Banshan Qiushui."

Currently, the Xiang Family home was empty except for Xiang Mingzhu.

Zhao Chang was unrestrained, also harboring a desire to shatter this young lady’s dignity.

The driver dared not glance around, focusing solely on steering. Although the noises from the backseat were continuous, some very explicit and obvious.

The car stopped at the Xiang Family’s villa in Banshan Qiushui.

The driver waited at the door.

Zhao Chang, carrying the burning-hot Xiang Mingzhu, entered the living room.

Xiang Mingzhu had completely lost consciousness, controlled by the drug, her emotions and senses chaotic.

Zhao Chang threw her on the soft sofa, took off his coat, and bent over. Xiang Mingzhu wrapped her arms around his neck, unconsciously crying out, "Zhong Yi, Zhong Yi..."

"Zhong Yi, I love you; don’t marry her."

"Zhong Yi..."

Zhao Chang sneered, "So in love with Young Master Zhong, huh? But I’m not Young Master Zhong, though I can still make you happy."

His movements were rough.

In this respect, he harbored no sentiments of pity or cherishing beauty.

Shortly thereafter.

The empty villa’s living room resounded with the sounds of male and female lovemaking.

Lingering for a long time.

Variety unabated.

Only coming to a halt in the late night.

Zhao Chang wasn’t particular, he directly borrowed the Xiang Family’s bathroom and dressing room, took a bath, and changed clothes.

Only then did he sit in the living room, smoking and drinking tea.

He glanced at Mingzhu, who was sleeping soundly with her eyes tightly closed, and his fingers gently traced her cheek.

Really nice!

So young and pretty, and the temperament to match.

If such a haughty and willful young lady could be tamed into a canary, such a sense of achievement is unmatched by anything else.

The sky gradually brightened.

The Xiang Family’s living room was a complete mess, with torn dress scattered on the floor.

Mingzhu lay on the sofa, wrapped in nothing, with various shallow and deep marks on her body. The sunlight filtering through the floor-to-ceiling windows woke her, and she opened her weary eyes.

Her eyelids were heavy.

Her consciousness hadn’t fully returned as she stared at the familiar ceiling.

Then she realized this was her home.

"Hiss."

Mingzhu tried to move her body, but felt a sharp pain.

All her limbs felt sore as if they had been crushed. How could this be?

Suddenly, a voice reached her ears: "Awake?"

Mingzhu turned her head and asked sharply, "Is that you? What did you do to me last night..."

Zhao Chang, smoking with a satisfied look on his face and leaning on the sofa, said, "Miss Xiang, it seems to me that you did something to me. I kindly brought you home, yet you started a drunken frenzy, refusing to let me leave. You were tearing at my clothes while crying out for Zhong Yi not to go."

"You mistook me for Young Master Zhong, I couldn’t resist the temptations before me."

"As you see, everything that should and should not have occurred has happened. I, Zhao Chang, have lived most of my life and never felt so exhilarated, thank you very much Miss Xiang."

His words were infuriating.

All rationality shattered, Mingzhu bellowed, "Get out! Get out of here!"

How could she have relations with such a vulgar person!

Screaming, she threw nearby pillows and teacups at Zhao Chang.

Zhao Chang stood up, grabbed her wrist, and pinned her down on the sofa, "Still acting tough? Can’t face reality? I don’t care who you’re thinking about, but now you’re Zhao Chang’s woman. I will marry you, so you’d better behave yourself."

"In your dreams! How could I ever marry someone as low as you!"

Zhao Chang’s hand caresses her smooth skin, "Then don’t marry, just be my mistress."

"Pah! Even if I die, I won’t have anything to do with someone like you. I am going to call the police!"

Mingzhu’s hair was disheveled, her eyes red with blood vessels, looking at Zhao Chang with hatred.

Zhao Chang sneered, tossing a mobile phone before her, "Go ahead, report to the police. Say you were drunk and had improper relations with me. And might as well spread this video too."

Mingzhu looked over.

The phone screen was playing last night’s chaotic scenes.

She and Zhao Chang entwined.

Every detail was captured clearly, including the shameful words she yelled.

A buzzing sound echoed in Mingzhu’s ears.

Her mind went blank.

How could this have happened.

Screaming, she smashed the phone away.

Zhao Chang was not worried at all, "I’ve made backups of these videos, smashing the phone won’t help."

Tears welled in the corners of Mingzhu’s eyes, she bit her lip and stared at him fiercely.

After a long while, she finally spoke.

"What exactly do you want?"