spoiled brat

Chapter 72, Section 71: Flying White (Part 1)

"What's her name?" Xiu Yi asked. "After we find her, I'll take you away."

"...Her name was Wang Liuer, Liu as in willow tree, and she was a member of the music academy."

Xiu Yi noted down the name, his cold gaze falling on Zhao Zhao's hands that were tightly hugging his leg: "Let go, I'm leaving."

He didn't believe Zhao Zhao, and Zhao Zhao didn't believe him either. Hearing this, she not only didn't let go, but hugged him even tighter: "I can't live in the Xu family anymore! Young Master, at least ask that old man for me, make him think I'm useful, don't just kill me like that!"

These words sounded aggrieved, and Xiu Yi looked down at her, feeling as if a snake pretending to be stupid was coiled around his leg.

"With your quick wit, how could you possibly not survive in the Xu household?"

At this moment, Xu Feng, who was in the distance, squeezed into Zhao Zhao's line of sight.

The old man saw that Xiu Yi hadn't left yet, and he got angry. Seeing Zhao Zhao and Xiu Yi sticking together, he was so angry that he turned green with rage. Without saying a word, he charged along the water bridge like a wild boar, wanting to catch Xiu Yi off guard.

On a sudden impulse, Zhao Zhao used all her strength to pull Xiu Yi into the water. The two fell in, and Xiu Yi swam upwards while Zhao Zhao clung tightly to his legs, dragging him downwards.

She clung to Xiu Yi underwater for a long time, until Xu Feng on the shore turned as green as a toad. Only then did the two surface. Zhao Zhao hugged Xiu Yi's arm, crying pitifully, and looked at Xu Feng, lamenting, "My lord... the young master... he... he treated me..."

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"You mean, he forced you?"

Xu Feng sat on a small round-backed chair, his fat bulging out from the seams of the chair, looking like a lump of pork belly wrapped in thread when viewed from above.

Zhao Zhao, her hands bound, was suspended from the rafters, water dripping from her body: "Yes."

"Bullshit!" Jinlian, standing behind Xu Feng, covered her bruised head with one hand and pointed at Zhao Zhao's nose with the other, cursing, "What do you look like? What does he look like? Why would he need to force you?"

Xu Feng glanced at her coldly, and Jinlian realized that her words were somewhat of a compliment to Xiuyi, so she immediately changed her tune: "When the two of you stand together, he looks more like a prostitute! You must have been bewitched by his looks, so you knocked me out and took my place to seduce him."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Zhao immediately protested her innocence: "My lord, it is true that I knocked this lady unconscious, but it was so that I could see you. As for her appearance, how could it compare to your captivating talent?"

Xu Feng knew this was a lie; how could a young girl not like a handsome man? Just as he was about to scoff, Zhao Zhao suddenly reddened her eyes and looked at Xu Feng with teary eyes: "Master, you are my godfather's godfather, how could I not be filial to you? My godfather and he are sworn enemies, why would I seduce him? I was forced into it."

That's true, Xu Feng nodded in agreement.

Zhao Zhao thought Xu Feng had let her go and was about to suggest sending her to the Ning Prince's mansion as a spy when Xu Feng waved his hand and ordered his servants, "Throw her out to feed the dogs."

Two servants stepped forward to put her down. Zhao Zhao, like a fish caught on bait, thrashed about in the air, slippery and impossible to catch, and cried out in panic, "Master, it really was him who forcibly took me! I had no ill intentions!"

Xu Feng scoffed, "No matter what, you let him get hit. If I keep you around, wouldn't I just be making myself miserable?"

Unable to catch Zhao Zhao, the two servants cut the ropes, and she fell heavily to the ground, her bones trembling and cracking. Shadows flickered before her eyes, and then Zhao Zhao's ankle tightened; she was being dragged like a sack of potatoes, about to be thrown outside. Zhao Zhao knew Xu Feng wasn't joking; there really were cannibalistic dogs outside, barking and snarling, waiting for her. She was a worthless life, but she couldn't die, so as she crossed the threshold, she broke her nails and gripped it tightly, shouting, "Aren't you afraid of losing face?!"

Xu Feng turned his head. His eyes were small, and his face was so fat that it was blurry. Zhao Zhao could only see his mouth opening and closing: "Killing a woman is nothing to be ashamed of."

"You bastard!" Zhao Zhao deliberately spoke at a high pitch, "So many servants saw me being held in his arms, and now he's gone unharmed, while I've met a tragic end. If outsiders hear this, they'll probably say you were cuckolded and didn't dare take your anger out on him, only daring to—"

Before Zhao Zhao could finish speaking, the teacup beside Xu Feng flew over and smashed on the threshold with a bang, with the flying porcelain shards embedding themselves in the back of Zhao Zhao's hand.

Xu Feng was furious: "How dare you!"

The pain was excruciating, but Zhao Zhao still forced a smile and said, "But if you act so nonchalantly, wouldn't it make you look like he took a fancy to your concubine, didn't get what he wanted, and ended up running away soaking wet?"

Only dogs that get their tails stepped on bark.

Xu Feng thought for a moment, then gestured for the servants and Jinlian, who was watching the show, to leave. He then beckoned with his short, thick fingers, ordering Zhaozhao to kneel before him.

Zhao Zhao crawled a few steps on her knees, the smell of an old woman lingering in her nostrils, when a cloying voice sounded above her: "He's so handsome, you really didn't have any thoughts of wanting to be with him?"

Zhao Zhao suppressed her disgust and smiled, "He is young and shallow, how can he be as refined as you, sir?"

"Really?" Xu Feng's throat was a little hoarse, and he suddenly coughed violently. His whole body was shaking with trembling from coughing, like a pig going crazy.

After a while, he coughed up a phlegm from his throat, held it in his mouth, looked at Zhao Zhao, and then swallowed it back, which was a fitting reward for Zhao Zhao's praise of his elegance.

Zhao Zhao forced a smile onto her face, so tightly it seemed about to burst. She suddenly admired that Jinlian girl for being able to sleep with such a person for a whole night.

Xu Feng exhaled a breath of stale air and ordered Zhao Zhao, "Lift up your skirt."

"Bitch" is used to describe someone who is a plaything.

"Master, my period hasn't ended yet..."

Xu Feng's chubby face darkened, as if he didn't believe it: "Lift it up."

Zhao Zhao deceived herself, thinking that the pig in front of her could talk. She was like a shadow puppet that had been lifted up, dryly pulling up her skirt to reveal her underpants, which had a few spots of bloody red, so red they were almost black.

"You filthy thing!" Xu Feng was quite disgusted. He raised his foot to kick it, but when he saw Zhao Zhao's face, he thought he might as well taste it before he was too disgusted.

Just then, hurried footsteps sounded outside. The messenger was very anxious and shouted through the door, "Master! Something has happened!"

Xu Feng's expression changed, and he pushed Zhao Zhao aside to leave, hurriedly asking what was wrong.

The man, speaking with a strong northern accent, was Xu Feng's informant left in Beijing. He whispered, "The higher-ups have started investigating last year's accounts!"