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Chapter 939: Chapter 942: Quite Self-Aware
"If we’re going to take action, it should be me going, not you. You’re a woman and pregnant with a child. I’m a man; I can’t let you take risks like this," Tan Zhenghong said gravely.
What kind of man lets a woman stand in front of danger when he himself has something to do?
Qiao Duo’er shook her head, "I’m more confident than you are."
To achieve the effect of intimidation, shedding some blood is definitely necessary.
But to avoid bringing disaster, she couldn’t really kill Li Zhengtian, and no one had a better grasp on that delicate balance than her.
Qiao Duo’er didn’t give Tan Zhenghong the chance to speak further; she tucked the dagger into her bosom and strode out.
This feeling... it was invigorating.
Tan Zhenghong quickly followed her, if it were the past, he would have supported her without condition.
But now that Duo’er was seven months pregnant, she really couldn’t be reckless.
Duo’er said firmly, "This is the best way. I hope this matter can be resolved quickly. I hope our child can be born smoothly, and I hope more that you can be with me when it happens."
Tan Zhenghong clenched his teeth, having been cornered by her words to the extent that he could only nod in agreement.
"I will cooperate fully, just be careful."
A smile played on Duo’er’s lips, "You must have confidence in your wife, and it seems the baby also quite enjoys punishing the wicked and upholding justice."
She had already communicated with the child, asking him to take a nap and then the matter would be resolved, and since then, the baby had stopped fussing.
Li Zhengtian was staying in the postal station, which at the moment had its main doors tightly shut.
Duo’er said to the guards behind her, "Break down the door. If it gets damaged, I’ll foot the bill."
The guards exchanged glances, eventually reaching a consensus.
If Mrs. Tan, a woman, could display such courage, especially to save their master, what hesitation could they have?
Soon, the doors were violently kicked open.
Jia Wenjing said angrily, "This is a postal station, what on earth do you think you’re doing?"
Duo’er glanced at Jia Wenjing, her first impression being one of disgust.
"Beat him up, beat him to death!"
Jia Wenjing stood his ground and retorted, "Dare you, one must still look at the owner before beating the dog."
Li Zhengtian’s official rank was higher than all of theirs combined; Jia Wenjing didn’t believe they would dare touch him.
Qiao Duo’er touched her chin and said cheekily, "You’re quite self-aware, but still, you need to be beaten."
Wen Jing had the urge to flee subconsciously, but several guards solidly blocked his escape path.
Soon, a series of screams like those of a pig being slaughtered echoed from within the station.
Qiao Duo’er made her way to the main bedroom, and Tan Zhenghong kicked open the door.
Seeing someone barging in, Li Zhengtian hurriedly straightened his clothes.
He’d been down on his luck these days; he had been scared by Jia Wenjing a couple days before, and today he was interrupted by a throng of people. He was starting to fear he wouldn’t be able to function properly below the belt.
The woman who had just been beneath him pulled up the covers to hide her body.
Qiao Duo’er said sarcastically, "Tsk tsk, the peasants should really come and see how Lord Li lives such a carefree life; they’d surely say you’re the hardest-working official they’ve ever seen."
Toiling the fields even in broad daylight, isn’t that tough?
"What do you want to do?" Li Zhengtian glared at Qiao Duo’er.
"What are you afraid of? We’re all going to be dead soon anyway, you’re worried we’ll spill your secrets?"
Qiao Duo’er’s words were loaded with meaning as she closed in on Li Zhengtian step by step.
By the time Li Zhengtian realized what was happening, his neck was already being pressed against by the blade of a dagger.
The cold sensation made him shiver involuntarily. 𝚗ovp𝚞b.𝚌om
But Qiao Duo’er was unsatisfied with the speed; had it been before, she could have had Li Zhengtian’s life in her hands the moment she entered the door.
She could only muse that the baby in her belly was indeed a sweet burden.
