Je suis née beauté, et je suis suprême

Chapitre 26

"I'd love to." After taking Zi Mo down, I happily rubbed against him.

Just as I was enjoying myself, a commotion broke out outside. I impatiently poked my head out and yelled, "Damn it, they're interrupting my flirting with this handsome guy! They're asking for trouble!"

"You blind fool, you spilled all the wine on me!" the pig barked.

"I'm sorry, Young Master Sun, I didn't mean it." Her delicate voice trembled.

"It wasn't intentional, so if I slept with you, can't I just say sorry?" The man's voice was flippant.

I slid off Zi Mo and gestured for him to stay still. "I'm going out to take a look."

"Then, young master... what do you want to do..." Nuya knelt on the ground, her hand being grabbed by the man.

"Spend the night with me!" The man's hand touched Nuya's face.

"I am a virgin."

"So what if she's a prostitute? She's a prostitute if I want her!"

Nuya lowered her head, her voice pleading. Her hands were pinched until they were red, but she bit her lip and didn't cry. I leaned against the door and suddenly realized that Nuya was beautiful at this moment, like a butterfly in the rain, delicate and fairy-like, pitiful and alone.

"Who's trying to steal my woman?" Damn it, I used the same word as that scoundrel! Let me start again: "Who's trying to steal my woman?"

"Young Master?" Nuya looked at me with her bright, watery eyes. The autumn moon reflected in the river, a mesmerizing and dreamlike sight. Damn, it's dazzling again.

The man glanced at me when I spoke, probably remembering who I was, and said dismissively, "Your woman? Did you deflower Nuya? Haha! Your skinny body can't satisfy Nuya!"

"That's not something a pig should worry about. You're overthinking it." I helped Nuya up and let her leave.

"Wait!" He stopped Nuya, looked at me, and laughed gratingly: "She's gone, are you going to keep me company?" I glared at him. You dare to take advantage of me? You think you're so great? You're overestimating yourself.

I grabbed the bottle from Nuya's hand and smashed it over his head without hesitation. "You bastard! Smash it open and see what's inside!" He clutched his wound, pointed at me, and yelled for the guards. The guards quickly surrounded us, making the area impenetrable, and also drove away the onlookers.

I glanced at Uncle Chen, who was leading the group; the others were all acquaintances.

"Why aren't you hitting him yet!" he yelled at the guards, clutching his head.

I ran a string of hair through my hair and said, "You've called the wrong person, Sun Jingli. They won't listen to you."

He opened his eyes wide and looked at me arrogantly: "You know who I am, yet you dare to hit me. You just wait!" After saying that, he turned around angrily.

I quickly snatched the stick from Uncle Chen and swung it at Sun Jingli, yelling, "I'm not going to stop after I started hitting you!" He covered his head and tried to run away, but was blocked by a wall of people.

With a heavy heart, I slammed my fist down on his knee. The sound of bones cracking, accompanied by a scream, carried quite far, high-pitched. Since things were already like this, I thought, I'll just swing the stick and smash his genitals, making him infertile, so he won't have another child. Most importantly, no one will go through the trouble of moving mountains to seek revenge.

[Main Text: Chapter Twenty-Four]

Looking at Sun Jingli, who was screaming incessantly, I really couldn't think of anything so important that Zi Mo would target him. He looked so pitiful, I couldn't bear to look at him.

"Please...don't...hit me...please..." Sun Jingli begged.

Uncle Chen stepped forward and said, "Young master, isn't this inappropriate?"

I waved my hand, turned away from the poor wretch, and swung the stick straight at his forehead. Blame it on you stealing my lines and interrupting my tryst. Plus, someone else was in your way, causing Zi Mo to stake out you. Let's see how you'll take up Zi Mo's time after you're gone.

Feeling him collapse, I pulled the figure outside the circle in, and ran frantically to Zi Mo's side, who had just come out, choking back tears, "I'm so scared, so scared." I held him still, not letting him look at the commotion in the crowd.

He sighed and comforted me, saying, "Xiao Yi, it's okay."

"I'm too scared to look."

"Let's not look, little Yi, be good." He protected me and didn't go forward. By the time the guards dispersed and the officials arrived, the man was already dead.

The lead constable wiped away his cold sweat and said, "Who did this? How dare they mess with the eldest son of the Minister's household! Do they want their home raided?"

I secretly pointed at the transvestite with my finger on my chest.

Seeing that he could get away with something, the official walked up to the transvestite without a second thought and said, "Young Master Su, may I ask... this person..."

"Isn't he dead? What should we do?" The transvestite stood in the crowd, elegant and aloof, his figure as ethereal as snow.

"Yes, what Young Master Su said is absolutely right, but he is..." The official hesitated, regardless of blindly questioning him.

"Follow the rules." The transvestite flicked his sleeves, his aloofness piercing the heavens. He captivated everyone's eyes.

"Then... I'll have to trouble Young Master Su." The officer bowed to the transvestite. Who was arresting whom? He had no professional beliefs.

The transvestite snorted and calmly followed the officials back to the yamen.

I gave him a disdainful look. "Tch, go die in jail and see how cocky you are then."

"Zi Mo, what's wrong with Yao Yao?" Zi Mo looked at the transvestite with a puzzled expression, not hearing my question. Damn it, how dare he ignore me. I turned him around, my face full of grievance.

Zi Mo said, "It's alright, let's go back to the manor." I obediently followed him home.

Fourth Brother.

"What's up?"

With my phoenix eyes blurry with tears, I blinked out a few non-existent tears and said, "I want to sleep with Fourth Brother tonight."

"No," Zi Mo refused.

I pursed my lips, wiped my tears with my sleeve, and sobbed softly.

“Xiao Yi, you’ve grown up, you’re not a child anymore.” Zi Mo patted me, unwilling to compromise.