Chapter 3862 — No Joking Around
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As for how to draw Wei Zhao over to her side, that was simplicity itself for Murong Zhen.
A beauty like her—was not her body the finest instrument of all? Admirers admitted to her chamber, suitors groveling at her hem—Murong Zhen had never once thought there could be too many. And should the need arise, she did not even mind letting a man taste a little sweetness, precisely as in the present situation.
In her view, a man like Wei Zhao, who so loved to put on airs, had behaved coldly toward her overtures that afternoon before so many eyes—and that was not altogether incomprehensible. Had he been too obvious in his eagerness, it would likely have damaged the image he had so carefully built.
But now—deep in the night, no one about, and a ripe, luscious beauty delivering herself to his door—there was surely no need for further pretense!
The result was utterly beyond Murong Zhen's expectations. Two people alone, man and woman, and she had already hinted so plainly and lewdly—yet the wretch Wei Zhao was still playing the prude, still refusing to seize her and drag her inside! Murong Zhen could not help beginning to wonder: was there something genuinely wrong with Wei Zhao's head?
Or was there something wrong with him in that other regard—no interest in women at all? Otherwise there was simply no reasoning why he could withstand her allure!
Seeing Wei Zhao regard her with a cold expression, Murong Zhen hurriedly steadied herself, then, still unwilling to give up, licked her lips with feigned seduction and cooed in a melting voice, "If there's no water, you can fetch some from outside, can't you? Brother Lin, surely you wouldn't have the heart to watch a frail little woman go fetch water all by herself? I'm all sticky right now—not bathing is truly unbearable!"
With any other newcomer at Qingyun Pavilion—some simple-minded specimen like Meng Zhou—by the time Murong Zhen had said this much, the man would likely have been unable to restrain himself, hands already roaming, scrambling to become her groveling devotee.
Unfortunately, the man Murong Zhen faced now was none other than Wei Zhao.
Watching Murong Zhen brazenly preen and pose, deliberately striking one seductive attitude after another—stances that would make a man spurt blood from his nose or even unleash the beast within—Wei Zhao could only sigh inwardly. This woman truly would not rest until she got what she wanted!
"Miss Murong, the hour is late, and moreover propriety forbids intimate dealings between men and women. Your request is truly inconvenient—forgive me, there is nothing I can do. Please go back," Wei Zhao said with a calm shake of his head.
"You—!" Murong Zhen was seized with fury, her already prominent bosom heaving unevenly, and she pointed at Wei Zhao for a long moment without being able to speak.
Over the years, the devotees she had captured at her hem numbered no fewer than twenty, and Murong Zhen had always been supremely confident in her own charms. And men—that species—she understood better than anyone: grant a man the slightest taste of sweetness, and he would take the hook without fail.
This trick of seduction had never once failed her, whether back in her hometown or during her days since coming to the Sandie Pavilion. Had she not, in a moment of carelessness, offended Shangguan Lan'er, she would by now likely be swimming in fortune, a celebrated beauty of the Sandie Pavilion.
Even after being banished to the Welcome Pavilion, judging by the reactions of the Qingyun Pavilion newcomers, these people in Murong Zhen's eyes were nothing but goods to be summoned and dismissed at will!
But Murong Zhen could never have imagined that her never-failing seduction would prove utterly useless against this Wei Zhao from the secular world—he would not even take her when she threw herself at him! How was a great beauty like her to endure such humiliation?