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The moon hung high in the sky, and Chou'er felt drowsy, drifting off to sleep.
In her hazy dreams, she seemed to see A Zhi's silhouette. Anxious and desperate, she chased after him, calling out loudly, but A Zhi never turned back.
She stretched out her arm and finally managed to grab the sleeve of his garment. Just as she was about to say something, someone woke her up.
"Who is A Zhi? Male or female? Friend? Lover? Come on, spill it!" The person in front of her fired off questions like a flamethrower.
"Just because you ask me doesn't mean I have to answer! That would be so embarrassing!" Chou'er snatched the bun he offered and bit into it, rolling up her sleeves. In a matter of moments, she had turned him into a little white rabbit, ordering him to fetch some wine. She forced him to drink until he was dizzy and couldn't tell east from west. Only then did she ask if he was the one who pushed her into the river.
He tilted his head and thought for a long time before slurring out an answer: "Uh! Hiss—"
So he admitted it! A strong smell of alcohol wafted towards Chou'er as she leaned in to listen, making her quickly turn away to catch her breath. When she looked back, he had already collapsed on the ground, sleeping like a dead pig.
The flickering candlelight cast shadows on his face—those brows, those eyes… Chou'er was certain; without a doubt, he was the Ling Family Young Master!
Chou'er learned the young master's secret during her fourth punishment.
Having just crossed over to this unfamiliar era, she stubbornly refused to kneel or serve anyone, constantly plotting her escape… Naturally, this frequently angered the young master and led to numerous punishments. The worst of which was when she failed to escape and was locked in the woodshed for five days and nights. She thought she wouldn't survive it, but unexpectedly, in the middle of the night, the young master secretly appeared and even snuck food for her.
Though it was the same person, he had two completely different sides: one like a Sadist during the day who tormented her mercilessly; another like a Sadist at night who let her take charge.
Such an interesting yet twisted master made Chou'er feel that perhaps Ling Mansion wasn't entirely unbearable after all. Well then, since she's here, she might as well make herself comfortable.
With that, she settled down.
Little did she expect that this master was actually the one who wanted to harm her!
No wonder he repeatedly blocked her from talking to Fang Yanting, and no wonder he treated her so poorly.
Chou'er angrily grabbed the wine jug and took a big swig.
“Ugh! Who is A Zhi?” The drunken young master mumbled as he turned over. Chou'er, furious, kicked him twice and then tilted her head back, pouring the entire jug of wine down her throat, muttering to herself, “Why ask? He’s just a dead man!”
Is he really just a dead man? There were some things she was reluctant to admit.
Among all her boyfriends, A Zhi was the one she had invested the most effort and obsession in, and also the one she had decisively cut off.
The reason for her ruthlessness was that A Zhi's character was too weak; the longer it dragged on, the deeper the wounds would be.
But she never expected that A Zhi would actually die.
As the night grew darker, the alcohol took effect, and Chou'er's cheeks flushed red. With a dazed gaze, she looked at the young master, and a mischievous idea suddenly sprang to mind in her muddled brain.
“Hmph, boss Jiang keeps roaring, ‘If you don’t believe it, look up; heaven spares no one.’ Now this retribution has finally come,” Chou'er thought to herself. Fueled by alcohol, she deftly untied the ropes binding the firewood and quickly bound the young master’s hands and feet.
Then, she tiptoed out of the door and returned with a basin of cold water.
The process went so smoothly, thanks to the young master who had sent the butler away when he came to the firewood room.
With everything ready, Chou'er unceremoniously stripped off the young master's shirt and then picked up a basin of water, splashing it onto him with a sudden force.
In the depths of winter, with temperatures plummeting, the water hit the young master's bare skin, causing wisps of steam to rise slowly from his body, followed by a layer of goosebumps that covered him entirely.
The young master was instantly jolted awake by the bone-chilling cold, his expression twisting into one of sheer agony, as if he had just tasted something foul.
Chou'er swayed slightly, struggling to steady herself.
"Apologize! Hurry up and apologize!"
She shouted at the young master, her words punctuated by a drunken hiccup, the strong scent of alcohol wafting through the frigid air.
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