But she now belonged to another man. Regret was useless now—this was what pained him most.
The other three men looked at Zhao Fu in fear, terrified that he would make a move and kill them. Carrying the severely wounded, weeping young man, they quickly left this place. They had come hoping to obtain treasure, never expecting to encounter something like this.
Not only had they gained nothing, they had even suffered injuries. Most importantly, the three women they had brought had now become someone else's possessions.
After they left, Zhao Fu looked at Dong Mei, whose face was filled with sorrow and whose eyes brimmed with tears, and said with some displeasure, "I don't like seeing you like this. Do you understand?"
Dong Mei forced down her grief and gave Zhao Fu a reluctant smile.
Satisfied, Zhao Fu pulled her into his arms and kissed her lips. Then the few of them indulged in passion.
After a while, Zhao Fu looked at the three women in his arms. Their faces were flushed, their breathing faintly unsteady, and soft smiles hung on their faces. Their previous sorrow and fear had already vanished.
"Husband! I really am liking you more and more." Wu He wrapped her arms around Zhao Fu seductively and said happily. She had never expected that not only was Zhao Fu's strength terrifying, but he was even more surprising in this regard.
"Husband! I thought you would torment me too. I never expected you to treat me so well." Zi Yue—the spoiled young girl—also said with a cheerful grin.
"Husband! We've been indulging in passion here for quite some time. The previous group may have already found the treasure, so we should go in soon." Dong Mei had now resolved herself to becoming a virtuous wife and mother,