The moment Jiang Mengzhen was pressed under Hao Cheng, he subconsciously stretched out his hand to fight back.
But he couldn't move at all, and his hands, which had been moving around before, were forced to clasp together and were firmly held down by Hao Cheng with one hand.
Feeling his struggle, Hao Cheng held his hands tighter, and his body became closer to the man under him, even scolding him impatiently: "Don't move!"
The weather was not that hot, in fact it was a bit cold, but because he was sick and bedridden, he was only wearing underwear. Hao Cheng was either walking outside or staying in the kitchen, and his clothes were also very thin.
The two people were pressed tightly together, separated by only two thin layers of clothing. He could even feel the softness of the woman against his chest.
Obviously, the other person smelled fresh and pleasant, but this insecure posture brought back bad memories for Jiang Mengzhen. His nerves were stretched to the limit, as if the string in his heart would break at any time.
Jiang Mengzhen struggled subconsciously, but the woman's body was pressed firmly against him. Every time he moved, she got closer to him, so that he could even hear her heartbeat and feel her temperature and the ups and downs of her body.
Because of the out-of-control situation, Jiang Mengzhen's eyes quickly brewed a storm, but the scholar was obviously very thin, but his strength was beyond his expectation. And because of the abdominal pain, he was so weak that he had no resistance at all.
He always relied on his brain to deal with people. At this moment, he hated himself for not learning martial arts for self-defense, so that when faced with the huge disparity in force, all his plans and calculations became blank for a moment.
Jiang Mengzhen had never realized so clearly the difference between men and women. Even if he was not weak, he could not break free from the woman on him.
His mind was working at high speed, trying to use words to force the woman away before Hao Cheng could attack.
But he was somewhat horrified to find that Hao Cheng was not as good at controlling fame and fortune as he thought, and the other party did not care that much.
When he married Wei Yanan, who was more powerful, he never had such a bad feeling.
Wei Yanan humiliated him, so she died under his instigation several years ago, and now the grass on her grave is three feet high.
Old Master Wei, who tried to suppress and torture him with filial piety, is now just a person who is held high but has no real power.
He wasn't even afraid of them, so he certainly wouldn't be afraid of Hao Cheng. He could certainly say some threatening words, and he would definitely be able to get away with it. But once he said those words and walked out of here, Hao Cheng and he would completely fall out.
Reason told him what he should do, but another strange feeling refused to let him say those words.
Jiang Mengzhen seemed to have accepted his fate and stopped struggling. His body softened under Hao Cheng, but his long eyelashes drooped, hiding the weirdness in his eyes.
But Hao Cheng did not do anything excessive to him as he had imagined. Seeing that he had calmed down, he got up from him.
Apart from the inevitable touching, the other party even deliberately avoided the key parts, and seemed to have become the gentle and polite scholar before.
But her hand was still pressing Jiang Mengzhen's hand, obviously worried that if she let go, the man would start to get crazy again. When she sat firmly on the chair beside the bed, she hurriedly let go of the other's hand.
Her movements were so fast that it seemed as if what she held in her hands was not a soft and fragrant jade with a wonderful touch, but an ugly and poisonous snake or scorpion.
She breathed in and out repeatedly, using deep breathing to calm her mind, but her tone was obviously not as gentle as before: "I didn't mean to offend you just now, please don't take it to heart."
Jiang Mengzhen stood up and said, "You said you didn't mean it, but you did offend me. You just said you didn't mean it, and you want to just brush it off. Isn't that too easy?"
Hao Cheng did not get angry but laughed: "What does Mr. Meng want?"
She emphasized the word "Meng" very heavily, intending to mock Jiang Meng for not even using his real name and having no sincerity towards her.
It's no wonder that she was angry. She believed that she had no past or present grudges against the other party. To put it in a more positive way, she could be said to have saved this man's life.
As a result, the other party not only did not repay the kindness, but also pressed on and even wanted to ruin his reputation.
She paused, and continued with almost gnashing teeth: "I don't know what I did to provoke you. What is there about me that is worthy of your so much effort? Just tell me, and I will change it all. You..."
She had a lot more complaints to say, but halfway through, her voice stopped abruptly because after she had said just a few words, the other person actually started crying.
It wasn't the kind of crying with tears in the rain, but the tears just fell silently. Jiang Mengzhen seemed to be deliberately suppressing his crying, but it was this sense of contrast that made it even more thrilling.
And because of his struggle just now, she realized that Jiang Mengzhen's clothes were torn open a little, revealing his delicate collarbone and a white chest.
The underwear was wrinkled, as if he had just been raped and was crying in front of the beast who raped him.
If someone suddenly broke in, her reputation would be ruined. Seeing Jiang Mengzhen's tears falling, Hao Cheng felt his arrogance suddenly withered.
The exposed porcelain-white skin was really eye-catching. She hurried over and quickly gathered the other's clothes. Then she fell back into the chair and said weakly: "Talk nicely, don't cry anymore. Tell me, what on earth do you want from me? Isn't it enough for me to give it all to you?"
It was obviously she who was being harassed. She had left her hometown and her house for him. Although the house was not worth much, she was the one who should cry. Why was he crying? She didn't cry at all.
"My last name is not Meng." Jiang Mengzhen did not answer her question directly. Instead, he said something that sounded irrelevant.
Hao Cheng remained silent, and no one knew what he wanted to express.
Jiang Mengzhen stopped crying, looked up at her, and said in a hoarse voice: "But I didn't lie to you. My surname is Jiang, my name is Mengzhen, and my zishanmeng means sincere and true."
Hao Cheng was full of black lines on his head. It was too careless to give him a fake name like this. And she called him by his full name, which was the same as calling him Meng Zhen affectionately.
"Then Jiang Mengzhen, Mr. Jiang, what is there about Hao that is worthy of your painstaking efforts?"
Speaking of money, her entire net worth is not as much as Jiang Mengzhen's handful of gold leaves. She can carry so much money with her whenever she travels. Moreover, Jiang Mengzhen's skin is so delicate that even clothes made of softer fabrics can easily wear out his skin.
I think the other party must be a rich man from a wealthy family, it is impossible for him to be after her money.
Jiang Mengzhen looked at her steadily: "You just said that you can give me whatever I want, is that right?"
It was true that she had said something similar just now, but when the other party asked this, Hao Cheng immediately became alert: "You can't take all my property, and you can't harm my body and hair either."
Please forgive her for having such a wild imagination. In some bloody martial arts novels, some people would plot to take someone's arms or legs, or even their eyes or face.
Jiang Mengzhen got up from the bed and came over. Hao Cheng knew very well that his fighting skills were not high, and he would definitely not be able to beat him in a fight.
But even so, she subconsciously grabbed the handle of the chair and even held her breath out of nervousness.
Jiang Mengzhen got closer and closer to her, and she could even see a small reflection of herself clearly in his pupils.
Hao Cheng changed her grip from the handle to a fist. If Jiang Mengzhen made any move that threatened her, she would immediately restrain him.
But Jiang Mengzhen's action was still beyond her expectations. He put his finger on her lips and said word by word: "I want you, will you give it to me?"
There was only her in his eyes, and the light in his eyes was shimmering like tiny stars.
The man's voice was hoarse, like a fine wine that made one slightly tipsy. The chair fell to the ground with a clang, and Hao Cheng slammed the door and fled.