Tomb raiding: A mere 20 is nothing!

While walking the cat, Shen Mingchao randomly grabbed a "passerby" and forcibly dragged him into the dark stairwell.

The door slammed shut, cutting off all outside light and eliminating any escape routes for the other party.

She ripped the other person's hat off.

A panicked and helpless face appeared on his face.

"Ming...Ming Dynasty..."

The familiar stuttering, the familiar blushing.

At first, she thought it was some kind of cat allergy, which was completely wrong.

Shen Mingchao crossed his arms and casually scanned Wang Meng from head to toe.

Caught red-handed, Wang Meng instinctively shrank into the corner, his shoulders slightly hunched, his head almost touching his chest.

This flustered look is somewhat like San San making a mistake and trying to cover her ears while stealing a bell.

"Oh."

Shen Mingchao let out a very soft sneer.

Wang Meng then shuddered uncontrollably.

"I haven't even touched you yet, how come you're already so red?" She raised an eyebrow, teasing without any restraint. "Spring has arrived outside, and so have you, huh?"

"I……"

Wang Meng bit his lower lip tightly. Now that he had been exposed, he didn't want to miss this hard-won opportunity. He took out the documents he had prepared in advance from his pocket and handed them over.

He took a deep breath, trying to steady his trembling voice, and explained earnestly.

"In the Ming Dynasty, I was destined to work for others my whole life. I have nothing of value, and I don't have any great skills. The only thing I can be proud of is myself."

"If you sign this, I'll work for you for the rest of my life, I won't take a single penny of salary, and I'll do whatever you say from now on."

"ha?"

Shen Mingchao couldn't believe what he was hearing.

Excuse me?

Has this person lost their mind? Doesn't they know what crazy things they're saying?

Shen Mingchao glanced down at it, then asked half-jokingly, "A contract of servitude?"

"Hmm...more or less."

After saying this, Wang Meng's face burned so hot that even his ears turned bright red.

Shen Mingchao couldn't help but laugh out loud.

What use are you to me?

"what ever."

Wang Meng suddenly raised his head, finally mustering the courage to meet her eyes, which were originally clear but were now hazy.

Like glass that has been wet by rain.

"Do whatever you want."

In the past, Shen Mingchao would never have thought of anything in a negative light, but at this moment, these words sounded ambiguous to him.

"I think you're really quite ill." Shen Mingchao frowned, his tone turning colder.

Before Wang Meng could speak again, she suddenly curled her lips into a wicked smile, "Fine, since they've come to us, let's be the first guinea pig."

Wang Meng sensed a dangerous aura and asked blankly, "Ming Dynasty, what... what do you mean by this?"

"It means—"

"To add a touch of color to your face."

Shen Mingchao deliberately dragged out his words and slowly took a pen out of his pocket.

She twirled the pen tip between her fingers and took a step closer to Wang Meng with a beaming smile.

An invisible sense of oppression washed over me.

Wang Meng's heart tightened, and he unconsciously took a step back.

Until his back slammed against the rough wall, leaving him with nowhere to retreat.

He didn't know what Shen Mingchao wanted to do; he just felt his heart pounding so hard it felt like it was going to explode.

When Shen Mingchao raised her hand to signal him to lower himself, he almost instinctively complied, sliding down the wall and placing himself completely under her gaze.

"You're so obedient." Shen Mingchao leaned down and pressed the tip of his pen against the other person's soft cheek.

Before she put pen to paper, she suddenly looked up and met the other person's surprised and uncertain eyes, and for the first time, her tone softened.

"Don't move."

"Um...."

The warm breath swept over him, and Wang Meng's mind went blank, completely crashing.

For the past month, they had lost all contact. He was assigned to return to Wushanju to mind the shop, sitting in the empty store, his computer on, but unable to do anything, just staring blankly at the screen. If he stayed like that any longer, he would really go crazy.

So he ignored everything, sent a leave request to the second master of the Wu family, and left without waiting for approval, locking the door behind him.

He didn't want to disturb Shen Mingchao's life, so he disguised himself and hid in the distance to secretly observe.

Unexpectedly, on the very first day, I was caught red-handed by the person in question.

The pen tip moved gently across my cheek, the touch cool and itchy, traveling along my skin and into my heart.

Wang Meng's hands, hanging limply at his sides, trembled. He gripped the hem of his clothes tightly, suppressing the itch in his heart, and dared not move.

But his gaze was uncontrollably drawn to Shen Mingchao's face.

They're too close.

He was so close that he could see every detail on the girl's face.

She has long eyelashes, a straight nose, a smooth jawline, and fair skin with a subtle porcelain-like texture.

He unconsciously lost his focus.

Until a clear female voice rang in my ears.

"alright."

Shen Mingchao straightened up, admiring his own "flowery" masterpiece with a smile, his voice rising slightly at the end.

"Just a friendly reminder, this dye is specially mixed by me, and it won't wash off in a short time. It will fade naturally after a week."

"as well as--"

Her hand, through the fabric of his clothes, climbed onto Wang Meng's shoulder. Her fingertips tightened, and her tone suddenly turned cold.

Like a cold snake, it slowly coils around the ear.

"Are you guys really free lately? You're all following me around like little shadows."

"Go back and tell them that if you guys are so free, I don't mind finding you something to do myself, so you won't be idle all day and become annoying."

Wang Meng only snapped out of his daze when he heard this.

It turned out that he wasn't the only one who came; there were others hiding in the shadows as well.

No wonder the Ming Dynasty reacted this way.

"They say you have to make an example of someone to warn others. Now that I've captured you, I have to do something." Shen Mingchao's fingertips were still pressing on his shoulder, the pressure gradually increasing. "It might hurt a little in a bit, so please bear with it."

Wh...what?

Wang Meng hadn't yet grasped the meaning of those words.

The next second, a sharp pain shot through my right shoulder.

The cracking sound of the dislocated joint was barely audible, but Wang Meng couldn't help but cry out in pain, and a thin layer of sweat instantly seeped from his forehead.

Years of experience told him that his right arm was dislocated.

It's alright, it hurts a bit, but it's not a serious injury.

That's all for now.

Shen Mingchao withdrew his hand and warned calmly.

"If I catch you again, it won't just be a matter of losing an arm, you hear me?"

After saying that, she glanced at him casually, and when she saw Wang Meng flinch, she indifferently looked away and left.

San San followed behind her, and before leaving, it looked back and meowed twice, the meaning of which was unclear.

The hallway returned to silence.

The chill of spring had not completely faded, and the wind at the entrance of the building carried a slightly cool and damp air that tickled people's faces.

Wang Meng didn't care about his face being smeared with paint or his arm being dislocated; a secret joy involuntarily welled up inside him.

Of all these people, she chose me.

She did not pretend not to see it.

very nice.