Chapter 3 My Personal Servant: I am the young master's exclusive servant.

There was a strange dampness on his neck, but Li Xin's expression remained normal after he stepped back, as if nothing had happened.

Su Jinmu stared at him for a while. He had made two moves today and had lost the initiative to launch a sneak attack. He couldn't beat the protagonist in a head-on confrontation, so he left with a cold face.

The faint, sweet fragrance in the room vanished without a trace, but the desire and hunger surging within Li Xin's body did not subside.

He picked up the bottle of glucose, raised his chin, and swallowed it.

The liquid in the bottle is as clear as water, yet it can always cause immense pain, like a knife.

His face was ashen. He forced down the intense nausea caused by swallowing, gripped his throat with one hand and squeezed it slightly, letting the glucose water slowly slicing through his throat and rolling down to his stomach.

The white porcelain plate on the table was forgotten and had only two pieces of soft cake and a few crumbs left inside.

Li Xin stared at it for a while, recalling the sweet aroma that had wafted from earlier, mixed with a faint taste of pastries.

He stared, like some kind of beast with a gorgeous coat but a cold heart, and bent down to sniff the scent of a living person.

Sweet.

He picked up a piece and slowly put it in his mouth.

The throat muscles contracted normally, without any sharp pain or nausea.

His throat muscles, which had rebelled for many years, obediently swallowed a piece of pastry of unknown origin.

Li Xin stared thoughtfully at the remaining piece, then slowly curled his lips into a smile. His eyes, a deep, dark black, held an indescribable, terrifying desire.

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The next morning, Su Jinmu heard faint sounds of cars and people outside, knowing that her parents were returning from their business trip. She got up early to wash up.

As Su's parents entered the restaurant, Su Jinmu looked pleased and instinctively stepped forward to greet them, "Mother, Father."

A smile appeared on Su's mother's face. She pulled Su Jinmu to sit down at the long table, held his still red and purple hands, and looked at him with heartache.

"I heard from the housekeeper that Xiao Mu got beaten up in class again. How could she be so careless?"

Su's mother looked at him gently yet reproachfully, "Pay more attention in class next time. Even though it's Mom who asked the teacher to be strict, Mom still feels sorry for you if you get hit."

"Does it still hurt?"

Su Jinmu smiled slightly, looking closely at her mother who had just returned from a three-day business trip. Her voice was clear, "It doesn't hurt. Father and Mother, you must be tired from your business trip. Go and rest after you finish eating."

Su's mother nodded, and breakfast was served. Su's parents were used to eating Chinese food. The soft and sweet porridge was fragrant, and the fried dumplings and shumai looked tempting.

In front of Su Jinmu was a healthy meal prepared just for him: a boiled egg, some grass leaves, and a glass of milk.

Healthy people have no desires.

Su Jinmu's hands still retained the warmth of her mother's touch. She smelled the milky odor, pursed her lips, and turned to her mother, pleading softly, "Mother, I don't like milk. How about porridge instead?"

Su's mother looked at him disapprovingly and said in a gentle voice, "No, porridge makes you fat, and then you won't be pretty. Milk whitens your skin. Listen to me, drink it quickly."

While eating, Su's father's gaze was still fixed on Su Jinmu, looking her up and down. "Xiaomu, remember to lower your eyes when you speak, otherwise your eyes are too fierce and don't look good. How could you forget again?"

Su Jinmu paused for a moment, then obediently lowered her eyes slightly, softening her striking and delicate eye shape. Su's mother continued, "When you smile, purse your lips slightly; it makes you look well-behaved and more likable."

Su Jinmu lowered her eyes and smiled, as gentle and shy as ever, but there was something strange in her heart, and her fingertips curled up.

He learned by accident when he was a child that he was not the biological son of the Su family, but was adopted. His parents treated him very well, so he strictly followed their requirements.

Even if they feel sick of pretending to be well-behaved, they will still stick to their obedient facade and attend those endless art training classes.

He originally thought that his parents didn't want him to compete for his older brother's inheritance, but they didn't want to say it outright, so they came up with this idea to let him be a wealthy young master.

But that's not what the original novel says.

In the original story, the villainous cannon fodder Su Jinmu was indeed raised as the second young master by the Su family when he was young. However, as Su Jinmu grew up and became more and more beautiful, his parents' thoughts gradually changed.

With such a beautiful face, instead of letting her join the company as an assistant to her eldest son, she should take good care of herself and send her out for a marriage alliance when she reaches the right age, thus providing additional support for her eldest son.

If there's no way to arrange a marriage, sending her to be a mistress is also an option.

So, on the surface, Su Jinmu is the beloved young master of the Su family, but in reality, he is a slender horse meticulously cultivated through countless trials.

No ostentation allowed, no domineering behavior allowed.

Su Jinmu lowered her eyes, a faint smile on her face, but a sense of annoyance welled up inside her.

He had been feeling a suppressed and churning sense of unease ever since he learned about the novel's contents.

I want to tear off that soft, innocent skin on my face.

Su Jinmu was lost in thought. After her parents finished eating, Su's mother left the table, took three beautifully packaged boxes, and returned to place them beside Su Jinmu.

Su's mother gently stroked his hair, "Xiao Mu, why do you look a little unhappy?"

"Your older brother went to the company. This is a business trip gift that your parents and your older brother brought for you. Open it later and see if you like it."

"Thank you, Mom and Dad, and thank you, Big Brother."

Su Jinmu looked at the three boxes beside her and gently touched them with her fingertips.

The protagonist is already in the Su family, and his identity as a vicious cannon fodder is a fact. He cannot wait in the Su family to be sent away and tortured to death.

Su Jinmu took a deep breath, not having eaten that vegetarian "health meal" for impotence, and left with the three boxes.

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Near the kitchen, Su Jinmu looked up and immediately saw two familiar figures.

Li Xin had just returned from watering the flowers in the greenhouse. His sleeves were rolled up, revealing his pale, muscular forearms, which were as white as statues. He was extremely tall with straight shoulders and back. He was stopped by the kitchen aunt.

The aunt didn't get too close to him, avoiding his gaze as she asked in a low voice, "Did the young master give you that plate of pastries last night? He said he was going to give them to you, but he didn't eat them himself, did he?"

Su Jinmu: "..."

Li Xin's face remained expressionless as he raised an eyebrow slightly, his voice ambiguous, "Pastries for me?" The emphasis was on me.

Su Jinmu: "..." He should still have two pieces left from what he ate yesterday.

The aunt exclaimed, "Oh dear, it's the kind of savory, egg-yolk yellow soft cake that's in the porcelain plate, it costs eight or nine pieces."

They cannot feed the young master.

Su Jinmu: "..."

Well, we've been exposed.

Su Jinmu twitched the corner of his mouth, not in a hurry, and stood calmly at the corner, wanting to see how the protagonist would reveal the truth and find fault with him.

But not far ahead, Li Xin lowered his eyes, slightly raised the corners of his lips, and calmly replied, "It was given to me."

"...?"

Su Jinmu looked up in surprise.

Is this a new type of entrapment? Are you planning to collect all the reports and retaliate later?

Having failed in two consecutive sneak attacks, even disregarding whether the protagonist was a senior in high school or not, it was impossible for him to secretly suppress the opponent and send him to have amnesia via electric shock.

The protagonist is suspicious and vengeful. After turning the tables, he takes revenge on everyone who had humiliated him, leaving no one out. He, the vicious cannon fodder, is the first to be targeted.

There's no chance of clearing his name completely; he should probably use this time to think about how to escape.

Su Jinmu turned and left.

Li Xin glanced at the corner, following the disappearing hem of the young master's clothes. His Adam's apple bobbed involuntarily, and his crimson tongue swept across his mouth, his smile veiled.

He was good-looking, but his eyes were gloomy and he stared intently at a corner where no one was around. The aunt unconsciously took two steps back, remembering Li Xin's terrible deeds, and hurriedly turned around and muttered.

"Young Master didn't eat breakfast, I have to hurry and deliver it to him. You go ahead and do your work, I'm going to get busy."

She went back to the kitchen, picked up a tray, and was about to leave with her head down when a shadow loomed over her, two long legs blocking her way.

"The young master's breakfast?" Li Xin glanced at the bland breakfast on the tray and asked in a low voice, "Is this all he eats?"

The aunt stepped back, saying, "The young master eats this every morning, so he must really like it."

Li Xin nodded, "Give it to me, I'll deliver it."

"That won't do. If the young master dislikes you, he'll get annoyed when he sees you and won't give us our bonuses anymore." The auntie backed away.

Li Xin stood still, a dignified smile on his lips, his dark eyes fixed on the kitchen aunt.

There was no one around, only the two of them. Looking at the curve of his face, the aunt felt a chill for no reason.

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Su Jinmu returned to her room and opened the gift boxes. Her parents had given her a pair of jeweled cufflinks and a set of skincare body lotion, while her eldest brother had given her a small box of seeds.

There was also a note next to it, with strong handwriting: "Don't overwork yourself while planting and raising livestock."

Su Jinmu's eyes crinkled as she carefully put away the seeds, changed her clothes, and prepared to head to the Spring Banquet.

There was a knock on the door. He thought it was the maid calling him downstairs, but when he opened the door, he was met with an unexpectedly tall figure.

Li Xin was dressed in the Su family's uniform black trousers and white shirt, looking refined and composed, with one hand behind his back and the other holding a plate.

He bent down slightly, handed over the tray, and said in a low, unhurried voice, "Young Master's milk is cold. This is a fresh one. Please eat your breakfast before you leave."

"...??" What is the protagonist up to?

Su Jinmu raised an eyebrow.

He glanced around and saw the green-clad people thinking of cheating, boiled eggs, and milk. He smirked and said, "I don't want it, take it away."

He hasn't decided yet whether to treat the protagonist like air or to whip and torment him as in the original story before running away.

He stepped out the door, saying, "Don't show your face in front of me anytime soon."

He took a step forward, but the figure in front of him moved closely behind, blocking his way completely and casting a large shadow.

Li Xin's pupils were dark and unfathomable as he casually swept his neck, his aggression deeply hidden.

"Young Master doesn't like me, but I am his personal servant, and serving him is my duty."

He handed the tray forward, leaned slightly forward, and looked at people with a very upright and sincere expression.

"Have some, it's all your favorite food."

Su Jinmu: "...??"

You're the one who loves to eat! You're the one who loves to eat!