Je suis née beauté, et je suis suprême

Chapitre 95

Just as I was about to leave, a burly old man suddenly stood in front of me, smiling kindly, and said, "Young Master Shen, your master is waiting for you."

"Oh! An expert! Then I'll obey." "Let's go, lead the way."

I followed behind him, admiring the endless scenery.

The interior design of Chou Qian's house is unique and exquisite, with plants echoing each other in accordance with the principles of nature. The fine sand and soft stones may even be imported. The plants on both sides of the corridor are rare pine trees in this era, which are said to help ward off gambling.

Before spring has even arrived, the vibrant blooms along the way are no less than, if not more abundant than, those of the imperial palace.

The small bridges and pavilions are exquisitely crafted. The guqin and tea decorations are all made by top-notch masters. Look at the level of corruption here, what's the point of pretending to be high-minded?

"Uncle, is your master very good at embezzling?"

The robust old man turned around gracefully, and the air around him was calm and undisturbed.

Even the dogs that come out of the gate have smoother fur than the ones on the street.

"My master enjoys cultivating his character. The furnishings here are what the great-grandfather loved when he was young. Further ahead are the things that the madam and master cherished. What you just saw is merely my humble collection, unworthy of such refined taste."

I stared greedily at these valuable items. If these were considered worthless, then what were my own possessions? Defective products from a garbage dump?

He continued to explain, "The Sikong family has produced 161 prime ministers. Each master had different preferences, hence the different decorations. You are welcome to visit often if you have time."

Seeing that I no longer needed it, I was afraid of testing my self-control and being unable to resist stealing.

"This way, Lord Shen."

I looked at that pure white jade tea table one last time, longing to take it home. I swallowed hard, but the old man resisted. He had to resist the temptation and cherish it.

"Go!" He strode forward.

We turned a corner and entered a separate attic. This time, I was truly shocked. This wasn't a human dwelling; it was practically a primeval forest! I even saw a tiger! I immediately hid behind the old man and forced a smile, saying, "Your dog is huge!"

The old man gave me a reluctant look, and said even more reluctantly, "Cat, get down."

I wiped away a cold sweat. You're a pervert! You might as well raise an elephant and call it an ant.

The old man led me to a closed gate—it looked just like a castle! So luxurious, so incredibly luxurious. Comparison is the thief of joy.

As the old man was about to leave, I immediately grabbed him: "Uncle, aren't you going to see me inside? What if you suddenly pop out and scare people?"

The old man smiled and said, "This is the master's forbidden area. Please wait a moment, sir; the master will come out on his own."

I didn't let go of his hand: "What if he can't get out?"

"Sir, you can wait a moment." After the old man finished speaking, a strange gust of wind blew by, and my hands became empty. Another one taking advantage of me because I don't know kung fu. I'm so angry!

"Chou Qian! Come out!" A louder echo reverberated in my ears. I coldly hugged my shoulders; this place was terrifying. "Chou Qian, come out now!"

"I'm going to cry if I don't come out, your house is so scary!" said Chou Qian.

As soon as the sound faded, a deep roar responded: "Roar—roar!"

I shuddered: "Wow! -- Your cat is even scarier! Waaah -- Waaah!" I don't want to stay here, I don't want to be eaten by a tiger.

Looking at the eerie primeval forest, I had no choice but to cry to bolster my courage, "Waaah!"

Just as I was about to utter the seventh syllable, Chouqian stood before me with a sturdy and upright posture.

I squatted on the ground, barely able to make out his snow-white clothes. Moved, I hugged his leg and said, "Kill your cat, my legs are weak."

Chou Qian squatted down and effortlessly picked me up. "Don't cry, I'll make him into soup for you tomorrow."

"Mmm." I wiped away my tears and snuggled into his arms. It felt so good. I then climbed onto his shoulders and suddenly wanted more.

Chou Qian frowned and quickened his pace.

I buried my face in his neck, breathing in the cool, inky scent emanating from him.

"Chou Qian..." It's a bit hot.

"Just bear with it."

No, I unbuttoned my subordinate's shirt and buried my face in his chest, "It's hot..."

Chouqian grabbed my hand as I climbed up, supported me, and helped me take off my clothes.

"Xiao Yi, wake up!"

I dodged him and clung to him, not wanting to move.

Chouqian instantly removed my clothes, picked me up, turned me slightly, and put me into a pool of warm water with the scent of herbs.

It's so cool, much more comfortable.

"Ziyi...!"

Who's calling me? I can't hear them. I want to sleep.

"Ziyi! Wake up!"

It was so noisy, so I submerged myself in the water and lost consciousness.

...

When I opened my eyes again, Chou Qian's magnified face appeared before me. I instinctively jumped up in fright and felt a chill run down my spine.

Chou Qian opened his eyes at the same time, his eyes filled with confusion.