ALL NOVEL chapter 12
Chapter 12: There Will Always Be Butterflies Flapping Their Wings
“You—”
Cecilia’s teacup instantly shattered into icy shards, the ethereal blue frost rapidly spreading from beneath her feet, a terrifying chill enveloping the entire room in an instant.
The breath of death brushed against Mu En’s heart, palpable and real.
Mu En gritted his teeth, managing to suppress the impulse to tremble.
Fortunately, for once, fate seemed to favor Mu En.
Cecilia suddenly stumbled.
The frost, capable of freezing Mu En into a popsicle in an instant, was merely a step away, yet it could not advance another inch.
“Despicable.”
Cecilia’s icy gaze shot a resentful glare at Mu En, revealing a hint of unwillingness, but ultimately, she could do nothing as the effects of the drug took hold, leaving her limp on the ground.
“Ha.”
As the murderous intent dissipated, Mu En finally let out a long breath, though a trace of lingering fear remained in his eyes.
“Truly worthy of being Cecilia.”
If the drug had taken effect just two or three seconds later, he might have really been killed without hesitation.
“But no matter what, in the end, I still won.”
Surviving the ordeal filled Mu En with an undeniable joy.
“Do you understand what it means to be a modern worker’s despicable? Do you know the value of my cunning maneuver at the drinking table, the hidden depths of my deceit?”
Just moments ago, he had indeed been pushed to the brink by the more cautious Cecilia than he had imagined, but she had never expected that both cups of black tea had been drugged!
Mu En was gambling, betting that Cecilia would temporarily lower her guard after seeing him drink the tea first!
Fortunately, he had won his bet.
“And I must thank the shopkeeper for the potency of the drug; it truly is a one-touch knockout!”
Expensive things have their reasons for being costly, and it was worth every bit of that hefty price of 130,000 Amiel!
If he ever had further needs, he should take care of the shopkeeper’s business.
“Now, the main event begins.”
Looking at the unconscious, defenseless Cecilia, Mu En couldn’t help but feel a twinge of nervousness again.
But having come this far, there was no turning back, no way to retreat.
…
The flames in the fireplace flickered, and the room gradually returned to warmth.
Mu En leaned down and lifted Celicia onto the sofa.
If you were to ask why it wasn’t the bed… inviting Celicia into a room with a bed to be alone would make it obvious that something was wrong.
Fortunately, the sofas in the duke’s residence were large enough.
“Well then, what should we do next?”
“I remember, in the original book, Mu En Campbell was caught by the protagonist while undressing Celicia, right?”
Mu En glanced at the door.
In the original story, the original owner, that fool, didn’t even think to lock the door while doing such things.
So the protagonist, who accidentally stumbled into this place, could just open the door and see Mu En Campbell plotting against Celicia.
“Since the plot in the original book goes like this…”
“If we’re going to act, we have to go all out. I’m all in!”
Looking at the sleeping Celicia, Mu En couldn’t help but feel a bit parched.
At this moment, Celicia might be at her most vulnerable; the cold aura surrounding her had long dissipated, and instead, a faint fragrance continuously wafted into Mu En’s nostrils, stirring his wavering reason.
Celicia’s white dress was simple and elegant, yet it accentuated her cold and enchanting beauty even more.
“Don’t look, don’t touch, but if it’s unavoidable, I’m truly sorry.”
Mu En muttered a few apologetic words, then slowly extended his trembling hand, gently lifting the lightweight Celicia, and began to fumble for the zipper at the back of her dress.
His hand was somewhat uncooperative, and after several tries, he finally found the position of the zipper.
Creak—
Accompanied by the clear sound of the zipper sliding down, Mu En’s heartbeat involuntarily quickened several beats.
He swallowed a mouthful of possibly nonexistent saliva, and with his still trembling hand, he grasped the dress strap on Celicia’s fair shoulder.
Then, slowly, slowly, he pushed it to the sides of her arms.
The skin was very smooth, reminiscent of a white ribbon floating on milk.
And at this moment, Celicia’s proud bosom came into play; even if both straps completely slipped off, the dress still firmly supported the important areas.
Helplessly, Mu En had to extend his index finger again, hooking the front of the white dress and slowly pulling it down.
Thus, a deep ravine gradually revealed itself, and a rounded, lustrous moon began to show.
Until half of the white cloud covering the moon was revealed, Mu En reluctantly withdrew his hand.
“Like this… should be enough, right?”
With disheveled clothes and exposed skin, it certainly didn’t look like a normal conversation.
Mu En glanced at the tightly closed door.
The protagonist had not appeared at this moment.
“Could it be that it’s still not enough?”
Mu En thought for a moment, then took off his men’s suit, which weighed twenty kilograms, exposing his relatively strong upper body. He placed both hands on the sofa, letting Celicia lie beneath him.
Although there was no actual physical contact, this action would appear extremely ambiguous to anyone watching.
In a typical “Feng Ao Tian” novel, this level of ambiguity could easily lead readers to burst out in excitement, reaching a dramatic climax.
If no one comes to save the day soon, it would be quite rude!
But…
The protagonist still had not appeared.
“Is it the wrong time? Do I need to wait a bit longer?”
With that thought, Mu En maintained his position, quietly waiting for time to tick by, second by second.
Three minutes…
Ten minutes…
Half an hour!
“What the hell!”
With his arms already aching, Mu En exclaimed in frustration:
“Protagonist, what on earth are you doing? The female lead is lying beneath me, at my mercy! Hurry up and come to the rescue!
Isn’t this long enough for anything to happen?”
Yet, even so, the protagonist, Ariel, Celicia’s savior, showed no signs of appearing.
“Did I do something wrong?”
Mu En began to reflect on his actions today.
First, inviting Celicia to the room for a private moment—there was definitely nothing wrong with that, as this plan had long been in Mu En Campbell’s mind, and the room had been prepared well in advance. There was no way it could be inconsistent with the original book’s setting.
Then, drugging Celicia.
That part was definitely fine, as Celicia was currently lying beneath him.
Finally…
It could only be due to the wine spilled by the clumsy maid, who had run off to find the restroom but, being directionally challenged, had gotten lost and inadvertently interrupted Mu En Campbell’s scheme.
But why hadn’t she shown up yet? Had she gotten lost for too long?
Wait.
Clumsy maid?
Mu En suddenly realized something significant.
The maids in the duke’s mansion were always well-trained; they could walk a tightrope while holding a goblet without any issues. How could they possibly be associated with the word “clumsy”?
Let alone committing the rudeness of spilling wine on a guest! If such a thing really happened, the head maid would have to resign in shame!
Unless…
The maid accidentally spilled the red wine not because of any clumsiness.
But because…
She was sick.
Yes, the original maid might have made such a small mistake because she was ill!
And where is that maid, who was supposed to drive the plot forward?
She is resting.
At Mu En’s command, resting.
She cannot possibly appear at this banquet tonight, nor could she accidentally spill red wine on the protagonist’s dress.
In other words…
The protagonist might not appear.