138: What a day that's hard to break down (⋟﹏⋞)

The dinner knife in Meng Jiang's hand fell heavily once more as she responded expressionlessly, "I don't think so. Currently, my heart only harbors a greedy desire for female charms."

"As for anything else, even if I eat it, it only tastes bland and flavorless."

"Female charms? Greedy desire?"

Shang Wan Ning was so frightened that she hurriedly wiggled her little bottom to the side. She wanted to get as far away as possible from Sister Meng, who looked extremely dangerous right now.

But Meng Jiang didn't give the Empress time to react, striking with lightning speed.

She elegantly extended her arms and, with a light princess carry, pulled Shang Wan Ning into her embrace.

Shang Wan Ning only felt a wave of dizziness; the next moment, she had left the ground, her feet dangling in the air.

"Behave yourself, don't move!" Meng Jiang's ambiguous and feminine voice rang in Shang Wan Ning's ear, carrying an unquestionable tone.

"Sister, this is taking an unfair advantage. I just lost some blood; I can't beat you," Shang Wan Ning shouted in exasperation while struggling in vain.

[It's over; I'm going to be bedridden for another few days.]

She secretly lamented in her heart. How did she fall into such a predicament?

"Then just lie flat and enjoy it." The corners of Meng Jiang's mouth curled up slightly, a deep glint appearing in the depths of her eyes.

"Wait, wait, wait... No, I just lay down last time."

Shang Wan Ning's face was completely red, her expression revealing a hint of shyness.

Meng Jiang looked down at the Empress in her arms, an unfathomable dark light flickering in her deep eyes.

She said softly, "A Ning, it's not up to you today." Before she finished speaking, she had already taken large strides, carrying Shang Wan Ning into the bedroom.

After entering the bedroom, she placed Shang Wan Ning on the soft waterbed.

Shang Wan Ning felt the ripples of liquid flowing beneath her.

Her heart still felt as if it were hanging in the air, and she didn't dare relax her back for even a moment.

She feigned an attempt to rise and resist, but for some reason, her spiritual power wouldn't listen to her at all, leaving her limp without a shred of autonomy.

Meng Jiang leaned down to kiss her forehead and laughed, "Don't be afraid, A Ning. I added some 'ingredients' to the roast chicken."

"Wait, when did you add them? How come I didn't notice!" Shang Wan Ning's breathing became rapid.

"While you were dripping blood, I took the opportunity to add some Lady Meng's Special." After saying that, Meng Jiang slowly unbuttoned Shang Wan Ning's suit, her fingers lightly caressing the wrinkles on the shirt... "Look at me, Your Majesty."

Meng Jiang issued the command, and the coerced Shang Wan Ning obediently—and tremblingly—lifted her head.

"Sister!"

Their eyes met. The woman deprived of her reason gazed deeply at her favorite subordinate—caressing herself... Meng Jiang's usual cold gaze was long gone... At this moment, her beautiful phoenix eyes were filled with fervent possessiveness.

Shang Wan Ning bit her lip, whimpering and trembling. "There's... there's still... work to do!"

"Don't worry, the Secretary-General will handle it!" Meng Jiang's slender finger tapped Shang Wan Ning's swollen lips.

"Tsk! Luckily Ling Qi doesn't know, otherwise she would definitely give you a few massive eye-rolls."

"Your Majesty, the Secretary-General can't beat me!"

"She'll only be so anxious that she'll use work to numb herself."

"Heh! That's true."

...Covered in hickeys, Shang Wan Ning finally managed to get a brief moment of rest.

But she wasn't able to stay peaceful for long before she was picked up from the waterbed by Sister Meng again and carried toward the bathroom.

Shang Wan Ning swallowed hard, her expression slightly dazed.

"A Ning, your mind is wandering."

Meng Jiang's voice, tinged with jealousy and displeasure, sounded beside Shang Wan Ning's face.

Her neck was gently kissed by Sister Meng, the warm breath puffing against Shang Wan Ning's sensitive skin.

It made her involuntarily shrink back a little.

"Be good, A Ning."

[Help!!!]

Whenever Shang Wan Ning wanted to escape from this almost maddening Sister Meng...

...affectionate kisses would always soothe her in time.

Like a weak and helpless young beast that had strayed into a predator's den, she was completely without resistance.

"A Ning, A Ning, A Ning..."

"Stop calling me, are you trying to summon my soul!"

"Oh!"

...The third day, 8:30 AM.

Meng Jiang reached out her jade-like hand and gently lifted the Empress's exquisite chin. Like a breeze brushing over a lake, she placed a light, fleeting kiss on those delicate lips.

Then, Meng Jiang's eyebrows arched slightly as she smiled and said, "Are you awake? A Ning."

"Mm!" With a soft grunt, Shang Wan Ning's tightly closed eyes slowly opened.

The light filtered through the brocade quilt and spilled onto her beautiful face, as if coating it in a faint golden glow.

She blinked, and after adjusting to the light, she couldn't wait to sit up.

While reaching out to tidy her somewhat messy hair, she dialed You Wu's communication device.

"You Wu..."

"Your Majesty, what are your orders?" You Wu asked, respectfully bowing his head.

"Go quickly and check if the pre-orders for the photo collection have been sent out. This matter is of the utmost importance; there must be no mistakes." After saying that, Shang Wan Ning's beautiful brows furrowed slightly.

Hearing the Empress's voice, which was as raspy as if it had been rubbed with sandpaper, You Wu couldn't help but feel a bit surprised. "Your Majesty, isn't there still half an hour before the pre-order time?"

"Oh! I remembered it wrong."

"Alright, you can arrange the rest yourself." Shang Wan Ning forcefully pushed away Sister Meng's hand, which was hugging her from behind.

"As you command, Your Majesty."

Immediately after, You Yu hung up the communication, gripped his phone tightly, and muttered to himself, "Strange! Why did it feel like there was someone else beside Her Majesty?"

[And how could 'He' remember it wrong???]

"A Ning is being naughty, ignoring me like that."

Shang Wan Ning rolled her eyes. "I was working, okay?"

"I'm not listening, I'm not listening, A Ning is just chanting sutras."

"Unless you do it seven more times!!!"

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