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61: He wants to be the leader of a beggar gang? (asking for votes)“So that’s how it is.”

Ning Yuan feigned realization, then turned sideways, pinching Madam Ma’s pointed chin, and asked with a smile, “Tomorrow I will summon them both for questioning, but how will Madam Ma repay me?”

Madam Ma’s face bloomed with a smile, her eyes and brows full of spring, her limpid eyes seemed about to drip with water.

“This widow has nothing else; only this worn-out body can offer some repayment. As long as Young Master does not disdain this widow’s fragile charms, this widow is willing to do everything in her power to make Young Master happy.”

Madam Ma extended her arms, wrapped them around Ning Yuan’s neck, and pressed her cheek against his, rubbing gently.

Her words were sweet with a hint of bitterness, soft and languid, full of endless tenderness. The buttons on her neck had come undone, revealing her snow-white neck and collarbone, and the edge of a red satin bustier.

The two candles on the table were white, their red flames illuminating her flushed cheeks. The night breeze was gentle, and yet within the pavilion, it was as warm as spring.

“Young Master, please do not pity this concubine. Everything this concubine has tonight—it all belongs to Young Master.”

Madam Ma smiled faintly, her voice and gaze full of allure. She slowly stood up and unfastened the white hair tie binding her hair, letting her long, silky black hair fall to her waist.

At the same time, she untied her snow-white belt, and her plain white robes slowly opened, revealing a bright red bustier underneath and her slender waist.

A pair of jade hands reached out to Ning Yuan.

Ning Yuan gently pulled, and immediately, warm fragrance and soft jade entered his embrace.

“Since Madam Ma is so sincere, if I were not to accept, wouldn’t I be neglecting a beauty?”

Ning Yuan pulled Madam Ma into his embrace and slowly kneaded her.

A moment later, the red bustier flew up and landed in the grass outside the pavilion.

“Madam, those lips of yours are truly alluring.”

Ning Yuan said, pinching Madam Ma’s chin.

Madam Ma lightly licked her full lips, cast a seductive glance, and chuckled, “If Young Master likes it, this concubine will make Young Master satisfied.”

“Good!”

Ning Yuan pressed Madam Ma’s head down.

Meanwhile, on the opposite bank, Bai Shijing paced back and forth, his mind restless.

“Old beggar, why are you pacing around? It’s very annoying.”

Feng Boe couldn’t help but scold.

Bai Shijing’s face showed anger, but he quickly suppressed it, cupped his fists, and said, “I beg Your Excellency to please go and ask Young Master Murong family how the matter was discussed and when Madam Ma can return?”

“Madam Ma isn’t your wife, why are you so anxious?”

Feng Boe sneered, then showed a strange expression, “You don’t have a thing with her, do you?”

“That’s right, that’s right. This Madam Ma is clearly very flirtatious. It’s normal for an old man like you to lose control. There’s nothing to be embarrassed about.”

Bao Butong also clapped his hands in agreement.

“You!”

Bai Shijing’s face turned pale with anger, as if his sore spot had been hit. In the end, he could only let out a cold snort, “I hope both heroes will be merciful with their words. Madam Ma is the wife of Beggar Clan Vice Leader Ma Dayuan, my sister-in-law. Now that Ma Dayuan has passed away, only a widow remains. My reputation, Bai Shijing, doesn’t matter, but I cannot let Brother Da Yuan’s wife’s reputation be sullied, nor tarnish Brother Da Yuan’s name.”

“Hehe…”

Bao Butong chuckled a few times. Just then, he saw the lights on the small island opposite flicker a few times. This was the agreed-upon signal.

Bao Butong turned around and said to Bai Shijing with an expressionless face, “Young Master has given orders. Madam Ma, upon learning the true killer of her husband, was overcome with grief and has fainted. Now Young Master has arranged for someone to take her to rest. If you want to see her, come back tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow?”

Bai Shijing raised an eyebrow, about to get angry, but seeing the threatening looks from Bao Butong and Feng Boe, he could only suppress his rage.

He wasn’t afraid of Bao Butong and Feng Boe.

Rather, he feared Murong Fu.

Murong Fu not only might know his secret, but more importantly, he was not the opponent’s match and could do nothing to him.

“Alright, but I cannot let Brother Da Yuan’s widow suffer any mishap. I will wait here tonight.”

Bai Shijing said with a dark face.

“Suit yourself.”