Harem Developing Villain - Chapter 106

Chapter 106: Removing The Mask For Madam Song
A hint of a predatory glint flickered in Wang Li’s eyes.

“Indeed, the situation has taken a dramatic turn, Madam Song,” he conceded, his voice a low rumble. “But alliances are forged in the fires of adversity, not mere necessity. They demand unwavering trust, a shared vision that transcends the boundaries of the present.”

He leaned closer, his masked face mere inches from hers, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper.

“Are you prepared to rewrite the destiny of the Song Family, Madam Song, and perhaps, your own? Are you willing to gamble on a future where loyalty is not just to a family, but to a partnership built on mutual ambition and… perhaps… something more?”

Song Jingyan’s breath hitched at his suggestive words. His closeness sent a shiver down her spine, a mixture of fear and a strange, exhilarating thrill.

Locking eyes with him, she saw a flicker of something akin to desire reflected in the emerald depths of his eyes. In that moment, a decision crystallized within her.

“Yes,” she declared, her voice husky with resolve. “I am willing to take that leap of faith, Eagle Masked Expert. I propose a partnership, one that will elevate the Song Family to unimaginable heights. But in return, I require your complete allegiance, not just to the family, but to me. And perhaps,” she added, a seductive smile playing on her lips, “to whatever this… connection… between us might become.”

A cynical amusement danced in Wang Li’s eyes, his voice devoid of warmth as he spoke.

“Let’s say your husband, your son, and the delegation return… what then, Madam Song? Will this… connection… vanish like morning mist? Surely you wouldn’t ask your husband to remove me from the picture, would you?”

Shame burned in Song Jingyan’s cheeks. The thought of betraying Wang Li with her husband was unthinkable. Yet, the harsh reality of her situation pressed down on her.

“No,” she stammered, “of course not. If possible, I… I would maintain this… secretly. I would try my best to hide it from my husband. He… he wouldn’t react kindly, to put it mildly. Punishing you wouldn’t be enough. Me… well, let’s just say the consequences would be dire.”

Wang Li muttered a low “Is that so?” His gaze held a hint of something akin to amusement, the nature of which sent a shiver down Song Jingyan’s spine.

“However,” he continued, his voice a husky murmur, “trust needs to be earned, Madam Song. Words are like leaves, easily scattered by the wind. Allow me to test your resolve.”

Before Song Jingyan could react, his hands, swift as a striking viper, snaked around her waist. He pulled her roughly towards him, his robust frame dwarfing her slender figure. Her breath hitched as his touch sent a jolt of electricity through her.

His grip tightened, pressing her curves intimately against his solid form. The delicate fabric of her dress did little to shield her from the heat emanating from his body. Her breasts, full and firm, were crushed against his chest, a sensation that ignited a fire within her.

A gasp escaped her lips as his other hand began a brazen exploration. It roamed over her smooth waist, dipping down to caress the soft swell of her buttocks, sending shivers cascading down her spine.

Soft moans, involuntary and primal, escaped her lips.

Lost in the whirlwind of emotions, a desperate longing consumed Song Jingyan. This secret, forbidden connection was exhilarating, yet terrifying.

Suddenly, a thought struck her.

“Since we’re… embarking on this path,” she panted, her voice laced with a hint of defiance, “don’t I deserve to see the face beneath that mask?”

Wang Li paused, his emerald eyes glinting through the mask’s eye holes. After a moment’s consideration, a slow smile played on his lips. “You may,” he conceded, his voice a husky whisper. “But remember, Madam Song, once you see what lies beneath, there’s no turning back.”

Song Jingyan’s heart pounded in her chest. A sense of both trepidation and excitement coursed through her. With trembling fingers, she reached up and slowly untied the silken cord securing the mask. Anticipation hung thick in the air as the mask fell away, revealing the face hidden beneath.

Song Jingyan gasped, her eyes widening in shock. Standing before her was a man of breathtaking handsomeness. His hair of sun-kissed blonde color framed a face etched with sharp angles and a strong jawline. But it was his eyes that truly captivated her – deep pools of emerald, reflecting a mesmerizing blend of confidence and danger.

Then, a wave of recognition crashed over her, leaving her breathless. This wasn’t just any handsome stranger. This was him. The young master of the Wang family – Wang Li!

The sole male survivor of the devastating attack that had decimated his bloodline.

An attack her own family, the Song Family, had played a part in.

The weight of this revelation settled on her like a lead weight. The man she had just pledged a passionate, albeit clandestine, allegiance to, was the very embodiment of vengeance her Song Family feared.

Panic clawed at her throat. She tried to pull away from his embrace, but his hold tightened, his touch sending a conflicting mix of pleasure and fear through her.

“Remember, Madam Song,” he murmured, a sly smile playing on his lips hidden beneath the now-discarded mask. “I warned you – there’s no turning back after seeing my face.”

Song Jingyan glared at him, hatred burning in her eyes. “Is this it then?” she spat, her voice trembling with a mixture of anger and fear. “A cruel game of vengeance? Did you orchestrate all of this – the attack, the news, this… this intimacy… just to see the Song Family crumble?”

Her voice rose, laced with accusation. “Were you the one behind the demonic ambush on my husband, my son, and the delegation? Did you orchestrate this entire situation just to take advantage of me, to enact your revenge on the Song Family for their past transgressions?”

“You think me so shallow, Madam Song?” Wang Li’s voice remained calm, a stark contrast to the storm brewing within her. “If vengeance were my sole purpose, I wouldn’t have needed to lift a finger. Spreading rumors of your husband and son’s demise would be enough to tear the Song Family apart from within.”

He paused, his gaze flickering across her face with a hint of something unreadable. “I helped you maintain order, quell internal squabbles… all because I craved a strong alliance with the Song Family, an alliance with the Xia Family, of which I am currently a member.”

His words held a grain of truth, but they did little to quell the suspicion gnawing at Song Jingyan. “And the… the attraction?” she pressed, her voice barely a whisper. “Was that part of the act as well?”

A slow smile crept across Wang Li’s face, his eyes glinting with a predatory gleam. “There is no denying your… allure, Madam Song. The prospect of an illicit affair… an act of defiance against your stifling life… perhaps that too played a part in my decision.”

He leaned in closer, his voice a husky whisper. “But let me paint a picture for you, Madam Song. Picture the women of the Wang Family, captured, subjected to the whims of those who call themselves ‘righteous.’ Picture their terror, their despair. Now tell me, wouldn’t you want someone to understand the true cost of your family’s actions? The Song Family didn’t directly capture those female members of my family, no. But your Song Family played its part by fracturing the boundary fields of my Wang Family and also assassinating so many elders of my family, paving the way for that very capture.”

“And even now,” he continued, his eyes hardening, “your husband and his delegation are pressuring the Xia Family, attempting to steal a marriage contract rightfully mine. Your Song Family has shown no remorse for that attack on my Wang Family! Is that not the height of arrogance, Madam Song?”

Song Jingyan’s shoulders slumped, the weight of his words crushing her spirit. Shame burned hot within her. She hadn’t known the details of the attack on the Wang Family, only that her family had played a role in weakening their defenses. Yet, the truth couldn’t erase the fact of their involvement.

“What… what do you want from me then, Wang Li?” she whispered, defeated.

“An ally,” he stated simply. “An intimate partner, perhaps. Someone who understands the consequences, who can see the world not just through the Song Family lens. Someone who can appreciate the value of a powerful ally, especially in times like these.”

A heavy sigh escaped Song Jingyan’s lips. The situation was a tangled web of betrayal, revenge, and now, an unexpected attraction. She desperately wanted to trust him, to believe his intentions weren’t solely driven by vengeance. Yet, the fear of his true motives gnawed at her.

“This is all… so very complicated,” she said finally, her voice barely a whisper.

Wang Li’s expression softened a touch. He released her slightly, allowing her some space to breathe.

“Indeed it is, Madam Song,” he conceded. “But perhaps, amidst the chaos, there’s an opportunity for something… more. A chance to rewrite the wrongs of the past, to forge a future where both our families can thrive. But the choice, ultimately, is yours.”

He stepped back, leaving Song Jingyan alone with the weight of his words and the turmoil within her own heart. Did she dare to trust him?