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The young master was both startled and furious, struggling with all his might, his eyes filled with panic and anger. He twisted his body, trying to break free from the ropes, and hurriedly dashed toward the woodshed, moving as fast as if a demon were chasing him closely.
"Hmph, still dare to warn me?" Chou'er, fueled by alcohol, felt her anger ignite completely. She picked up a dry twig and struck it hard against the ground.
The sharp crack echoed in the silent woodshed, piercingly loud. Yet Chou'er seemed to have found an outlet for her frustration, looking down at the mark on the ground with satisfaction. Then she pointed the twig at the young master and questioned loudly, "Tell me, why did you push Bi'er? Oh no, why did you push me into the river?"
"I didn't," the young master denied without hesitation, though a flicker of barely noticeable panic crossed his eyes.
"Still dare to stubbornly deny it?" Chou'er raised the twig high, poised to strike. But just before it could touch the young master's body, her hand suddenly halted.
She simply couldn't bring herself to do it! Such a beautiful figure—if she left red marks on it, it would be nothing short of a desecration of beauty.
After all, she was an art student and had an instinctive protection for beautiful things.
With a quick thought, Chou'er threw the twig aside and plopped down onto the young master's lap. With a breath heavy with alcohol, she leaned in closer and said in a flirtatious tone, "Not going to confess, huh? Looks like I need to use some stronger tactics." With that, she reached out and lightly placed her hand on his damp chest, slowly drawing circles—one circle, two circles...
" Chou'er!" The young master's voice was taut with tension, laced with warning.
"Here..." Chou'er deliberately replied in a soft, sultry tone. She took advantage of the moment by draping her arms over his shoulders and leaning closer to whisper in his ear, "Young master, just admit it!"
Her voice was both delicate and alluring, completely different from her usual self.
As the saying goes, "Truth comes out after drinking." In this moment, this enchanting version of her was the true Feng Yingbi—the seductive woman who effortlessly navigated among modern men.
Look at the myriad charms flowing between her brows, and those captivating eyes that could drive any man in the world to madness.
The Young Master was no exception. Although he maintained a façade of anger, his exceptionally bright eyes and slightly flushed body had already betrayed the turmoil within him.
"Stop it." The Young Master's voice trembled slightly, clearly on the verge of breaking.
"I won't." Chou'er secretly chuckled, continuing to relish this long-desired beauty and his expression of painful struggle mixed with forced restraint, laughing mischievously.
Suddenly, her gaze was drawn to something.
It was...
Chou'er was instantly startled into stopping her actions, her eyes widening as she fixed her stare on the Young Master's left shoulder. The smile on her face froze, replaced by shock and fear.
The Young Master sensed her unease and inwardly cursed himself. The secret he had desperately tried to hide from Chou'er had ultimately been exposed under her teasing. Watching her expression shift from initial surprise to suspicion, and now to fear, he felt as if his heart had plummeted into an abyss.
"No, I don't believe it!" Chou'er rubbed her eyes vigorously and looked again, but the mark remained clearly visible on his shoulder.
It was as if she had been electrocuted; she suddenly pushed the Young Master away and stumbled back a few steps, confusion and panic filling her gaze.
In the bitter cold of December, snowflakes swirled through the city, a rarity in recent years.
However, in stark contrast, the gossip about the Ling Family Young Master being humiliated spread like wildfire throughout the city, causing an uproar.
In the dead of night, in a storage room, a handsome man half-naked and bound in disarray... Just these few sensational words were enough to ignite the curiosity of the entire city. In no time, discussions erupted on the streets and alleys. Many lamented with clenched fists, expressing their sorrow over the unfortunate events, while others wiped away tears and sighed deeply.
It was said that the Young Master of the Ling Family was so enraged that he fell ill and remained bedridden.
Moreover, it was rumored that as soon as the Young Master regained consciousness, he immediately issued a command to capture Chou'er, with a bounty exceeding a thousand taels. He vowed to apprehend this "criminal," who had taken everything and slipped away like oil on water, and to punish them severely to vent his pent-up frustration.
In an instant, the terms "Young Master" and "Maid" became the hottest topics throughout the city.
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