Chapter 112 World Five (Fourteen)

When the little maid walked into the room, Baoshan was burying herself in the gold-embroidered pillow, and her soft sobs were so heartbreaking.

The little maid saw the slender figure like a willow branch, trembling slightly. She stopped beside the bed with heavy footsteps and said softly, "The young master has left, but - he seems a little angry."

Rong Zhao was more than just angry? The little maidservant couldn't help but feel scared when she thought of Rong Zhao's dark face when he left.

Baoshan raised her head, her eyes, once bright as stars, now reddened like overripe peaches. She murmured a soft, hoarse voice and let the maidservant leave.

The room was empty, and because Baoshan was alone, it felt especially quiet. Normally, the room was this empty, but with Rongzhao staying there, playing around with her, Baoshan hadn't noticed its spaciousness. Only then did she feel a subtle sense of loneliness. From beneath her pillow, Baoshan pulled a thin, water-red paper, reeking of cosmetics. Written on the paper was a complaint accusing Baoshan of being scheming and ruining a happy marriage.

Between the lines, there is a hint of contempt for Baoshan's background.

The person who sent this light red paper did not hide his thoughts at all. At the end of the letter, he wrote his name in small calligraphy with flowery characters.

——Nanlou, Chunru.

Baoshan had been in the boudoir for a long time, but she had heard of the name of the South Tower. It was filled with the scent of girls' cosmetics and was also the place where Rong Zhao often made trouble.

Before getting married, the nanny had found out that Rong Zhao treated all the women in the South Tower equally and there was no big difference.

Only with one of the girls did I have a deep connection.

Bao Shan guessed that the source of the connection was probably this Miss Chunru.

She thought about Rong Zhao's appointment today. He looked hurried and probably went to look for Miss Chunru.

Bao Shan sniffed lightly, the tip of her nose tinged with red. She resented Rong Zhao in her heart. He was clearly going to meet the beautiful woman secretly, so why did he tell her to stay in the mansion and wait for him to come back?

Thinking of what the nanny said, that most men are greedy for beauty and want to have the blessing of having two wives, Baoshan's watery eyes moved slightly, and he thought to himself: Could it be that Rong Zhao is not immune to this?

A soft hand clenched the crimson paper in her hand. Though Bao Shan was naive, she wasn't someone easily provoked. The words written on the crimson paper, while infuriating, couldn't be easily destroyed. Bao Shan folded the crimson paper and carefully stored it in the wooden box.

Just now it was the girl's emotions that were causing trouble. Now that her mood had gradually calmed down, Bao Shan realized that something was amiss.

Although Rong's father is majestic, Rong Zhao does not always obey his words.

If it is true as what is written on the paper, the two of them are destined to be together and become a couple.

With Rong Zhao's unruly temper, he would definitely not let Chunru continue to stay in the South Tower.

Even if he had to gossip about it, he would still bring Miss Chunru into his house.

But Rong Zhao didn't, and these days, he has been obsessed with her all day long and doing some jaw-dropping and ridiculous things.

Bao Shan's black eyes flickered slightly as he thought, firstly, Rong Zhao and Miss Chunru didn't have a deep relationship. Rong Zhao might have some feelings for her, but he hadn't reached the point of welcoming her into his mansion. Secondly,...

Her delicate fingers stroked the jade bracelet. There were several obvious teeth marks on her slender wrist. Fortunately, the jade bracelet and wide sleeves usually covered it up, so it was not seen by others.

Baoshan's eyes are clear, reflecting the lush green color of jade.

The second is that this Chunru girl is lying and has no so-called affection or sympathy at all.

No matter which one it is, Baoshan is not going to meet Miss Chunru in person.

What if the two of them meet? They argue until their faces turn red, or they cry. It's not decent at all, and it makes people laugh at them.

A subtle pain tingled around her eyes, and Bao Shan gently massaged them with a warm handkerchief, thinking to herself: "The person who tied the bell must untie it. Since Rong Zhao was the cause of this, he should naturally be the one to worry about it."

Bao Shan glanced at the soft pillow stained with water marks, muttering to herself, "Every drop... must not be wasted..."

Even after changing his clothes and lying on the exquisite bed, Rong Zhao's depression had not yet dissipated.

He tried to close his eyes and slowly fall asleep, but he couldn't feel sleepy at all.

Rong Zhao could only open his eyelids and count the melons and gourds on the bed curtains.

The wide bed was filled with a cold atmosphere.

Rong Zhao subconsciously stretched out his arm, but realized that there was no warm, soft girl lying in his arms tonight who needed him to hold her to fall asleep.

Rong Zhao snorted coldly and retracted his arm. Even though there was no beauty beside him, he turned away as if he was angry with someone.

Before leaving the mansion, Baoshan was still docile and obedient.

In just a few hours, they started to make trouble.

Rong Zhao frowned and thought, wondering if some servants were causing trouble in private, or if Baoshan was instigated by someone to trap him in the mansion and prevent him from going out to play.

Thinking of the latter possibility, Rong Zhao's expression became more solemn. He thought that he had been pampering the treasure fan too much in the past few days, which led to the ignorant girl being contaminated by the filth of the world and even trying to control his whereabouts.

How could Rong Zhao, the second young master of the Rong family, indulge in the pleasures of gentleness for a weak woman, instead of going out to play and socialize? Rong Zhao was a playboy and tolerant of women. But he hated women who stirred up trouble and acted unreasonably.

After figuring out the reason why Baoshan was throwing a tantrum, Rong Zhao felt relieved, his eyelids gradually became heavy, and he fell into a deep sleep.

When he saw Bao Shan again, Rong Zhao wanted to lower his gaze and ask coldly, "Are you still messing around?" But in the Rong Mansion's back garden, amidst the blooming flowers, Bao Shan swayed gracefully, her black hair flowing like a waterfall, like a flawless jade.

Only the eyes, red and swollen like rotten peaches, became a tiny flaw on the perfect jade.

Rong Zhao's dark eyebrows furrowed, and his thin lips parted: "Crying secretly?"

Baoshan turned her head to the side, refusing to look directly at Rong Zhao, and only fixed her gaze on the lush flowers in full bloom.

She had a face as white as porcelain jade, but the words that came out of her soft lips revealed her grievance.

Baoshan's voice was hoarse and trembling at the end: "No."

He is obviously the worst liar in the world, but he still chooses to lie.

Rong Zhao sighed slightly in his heart, and put aside his original intention of teaching Bao Shan not to be arrogant because of his favor.

He strode to the treasure fan, stroked the red around his eyes with his broad palm, and sighed softly.

"Did you sleep well last night after you drove me away?"

Bao Scallop bit her lips tightly with her teeth and refused to answer him.

Rong Zhao's figure was as slender as a pine or cypress. As he leaned forward, he resembled a towering mountain, gradually engulfing the treasure fan. Gentle kisses fell on the treasure fan's eyes. The pain brought by the redness mixed with the itchiness, making one's mind wander.

A lingering kiss fell across the thin eyelids, soft and gentle, like a dragonfly touching the water, fleeting.

Baoshan had heard that Rong Zhao had an extremely poor patience, and therefore worried several teachers when he was studying in the private school.

But now, he was so patient, totally different from what people had said...

When the two thin lips moved downwards to kiss the tender and tightly pursed lips, Bao Shan slightly turned sideways to avoid Rong Zhao's increasingly passionate kiss.

Rong Zhao's hazy thoughts suddenly became clear. Being treated like this by Bao Shan, who deliberately avoided his closeness, Rong Zhao's face was obviously cold.

He has never been a good-tempered person. It was only after spending many days in close contact with Baoshan that he developed such a cherishing and caring character.

Rong Zhao's eyes were cold, and he turned Baoshan's head back with his palm.

She is his wife, and husband and wife should respect each other and it is natural. How can he avoid it?

Baoshan's fair and tender cheek was rubbed with an unsightly red mark by Rong Zhao's rough palm.

The pain on her cheek made Baoshan feel even more aggrieved. Her eyelashes trembled slightly and tears fell down.

Seeing Baoshan crying, Rong Zhao's eyes flashed with struggle and hesitation, but eventually returned to their icy coldness.

Baoshan's pair of watery eyes are naturally clear and pure, as innocent and pure as a child's.

Now washed by tears, it looks like the sunny day after rain, which makes people love it.

"I... naturally I'm not good... There are many beautiful women in Nanlou, and it's only natural that Rong Lang is tired of her..."

When Rong Zhao heard her nonsense, the wrinkles between his brows deepened.

There are many beautiful people in the world, but none of them can compare with the precious fan.

What's even more outrageous is that he never tired of her. That was sheer nonsense. She was the one who rejected him first. Although she was young, she had learned to be unreasonable and distort the truth...

Rong Zhao took Baoshan into his arms, listened to Baoshan's incoherent complaints, and realized that the beauty in his arms was very jealous, but he did not feel annoyed or distressed at all.

Instead, I felt that my heart, which had been empty since last night, was now filled.

Being embraced in the broad and firm chest, Baoshan gradually stopped crying.

But she still refused to speak, wondering what had caused her to be angry with Rong Zhao. When Rong Zhao asked her why, Bao Shan only replied, "Madam said that we shouldn't speak carelessly. A woman's jealousy will displease her husband."

Therefore, Baoshan could not tell Rong Zhao why he was angry.

Otherwise it will become jealousy and turn you into a woman who screams at the top of her lungs.

Rong Zhao thought to himself, judging by Bao Shan's expression, she must be jealous. But jealousy... Rong Zhao disagreed. In this world, no woman could possibly be worthy of making Bao Shan jealous and hateful.

But Baoshan refused to say anything and would not let Rong Zhao get close to her.

The timid elk even refuses others in a soft voice, which has no deterrent effect at all.

"Only when I feel better, then I can..."

They had done it many times before, but Baoshan just couldn't bring herself to say the word "pleasure".

This kind of soft rejection is really rare in the world.

With Rong Zhao's strength, he could easily get close to Bao Shan's body.

At that time, Baoshan could only endure it timidly and would not be able to offer any resistance at all.

But if Rong Zhao really did this, Bao Shan would definitely look at him with misty eyes, looking aggrieved and pitiful.

Thinking of that scene, Rong Zhao felt depressed. He groaned and reluctantly agreed to Bao Shan's refusal.

Bao Shan's brows relaxed, and she gracefully left. The delicate fragrance of the lotus still lingered on Rong Zhao's fingertips, lingering for a long time.

But the owner of the lotus fragrance had already left without any hesitation.

Rong Zhao opened his thin lips and whispered, "You little heartless one."

He didn't even look back once.

In the south building.

Ever since his feelings for Miss Chunru were revealed at that banquet, Liu Guang was alienated by many of his friends. They accused him of hurting the relationship between them just to please Miss Chunru.

Liu Guang's face flushed red as he defended himself, "Ms. Chunru is not worthy of Ronger, and Ronger has saved Miss Chunru several times.

If you say he doesn't have any thoughts at all, I don't believe it at all."

The friend was helpless: "So what if I saved Miss Chunru? Rong Er treats her no differently. If Miss Chunru really has some skills and can win Rong Er's heart, it can be considered her ability.

But she hides behind, innocent, and asks you to be her matchmaker, really...

Liu Guang, if you really like Miss Chunru, why not marry her and live with her in your own house? Behind closed doors, how you wish to cherish her is your own business and does not need to involve others.

The friend stopped arguing with Liu Guang.

Liu Guang looked stunned, but thoughts in his mind began to grow wildly -

Yes, he can also treat Miss Chunru well, so why should he ask others to do it for him?

So Liu Guang began to stay in the South Tower all day and treat Miss Chunru attentively.