The woman's graceful movements froze instantly, her expression one of shock and grievance.

"Young Master, I was just concerned about you."

Shen Zhao, his handsome face cold, stared at Yu Qiao, who was standing blankly among a group of maids. He laughed in anger, pressing his tongue against his back teeth, and said, word by word, "Yu, Qiao!"

"Young Master, you..." The woman's face turned slightly pale, and tears instantly fell.

Shen Zhao hated women crying and whining; it was incredibly annoying. He stared at Yu Qiao with his cold, alluring eyes and said, "Are you still half asleep? Can't you hear me?!"

His voice was low and husky, which was very pleasant to hear.

Yu Qiao's gaze finally shifted from the pastries to Shen Zhao's face. Seeing that his eyes were red with anger, and his curled eyelashes trembled slowly, she asked almost inaudibly, "What's wrong?"

What's wrong? !

That damn little beggar! He said he'd be eternally grateful to her when he picked her up, but he was distracted on the very first day!?

Did they even take his words to heart?

Shen Zhao, with a sour expression on his handsome face, said, "As my personal servant, didn't you see that this woman is almost sitting on me?"

"I told you, throw her and the pastries out, young master!"

He emphasized the words "throw out," almost spitting them out through gritted teeth from his thin, peony-like lips.

Yu Qiao remained silent. This was only her first day as Shen Zhao's servant, and she had already angered him. Since that was the case, she had to make amends.

"I see."

Her pretty, innocent face was expressionless, with long, deep-set phoenix eyes and light gray pupils. She lifted her slender legs and walked over.

Her beautiful, delicate gold-pink skirt swayed slightly, and her gaze instantly turned fierce, like that of some kind of beast, completely at odds with her innocent appearance.

"Young master, I... I can walk by myself." The woman stood up awkwardly, biting her red lips in embarrassment, clutching her beautiful and delicate skirt, tears still clinging to her fair cheeks: "I have been sincere to you, and I know I was wrong today, please forgive me."

"...!"

Shen Zhao rubbed his temples with his long fingers, leaning back to avoid the woman's groping hand that was trying to touch his chest.

He hates women the most, especially women with ill intentions!

The woman's eyes sparkled with joy, and her long, manicured hand was about to touch Shen Zhao's chest when she leaned against him.

Suddenly, a slender white hand intercepted the woman.

The woman glanced sideways, her gaze traveling upwards along the slender, pale hand. The girl's fierce and cold eyes sent chills down one's spine.

Her upturned lips twitched, and she cursed inwardly for this penniless jerk's lack of tact: "Get out of my way! The young master and I have things to do."

Although Shen Zhao was not the heir, he was lucky. His two older brothers each owned countless businesses, and his parents were the wealthiest in the family. They all doted on Shen Zhao as if he were the apple of their eye.

Although he is not the heir and is in poor health, he has the most assets in the Shen family.

If one could climb up to Shen Zhao, even if it was just to be a lowly bed partner, one could live a life of luxury and extravagance.

not to mention……

The woman gazed at Shen Zhao with fascination.

This woman has a face more beautiful than any woman's; if she could spend a night with a man like that, she would be incredibly lucky.

"Bang--"

The woman was engrossed in her work when suddenly her entire body flew out, crashing heavily onto the white porcelain floor. She cried out in pain, clutching her stomach, and glared at the maid: "Yu Qiao, you really are a barbarian! Have you gone mad?!"

"I'm going to throw you out." Yu Qiao's gaze was fierce and cold, her thick eyebrows pressed down, and even her lower eyelids were tinged with scarlet.

Like a hungry wolf lurking in the forest.

He walked over, knelt on one knee, and placed his cold hand on the woman's shoulder.

"What else are you going to do, act crazy?!" The woman was furious. She'd finally found an opportunity, only to have it interrupted by a maid who'd just been brought back!

Yu Qiao punched the woman's head, her fierce eyes filled with a chilling coldness. With her other hand, she grabbed the woman's ankle, then stood up and dragged her towards the door.

"Aaaaaah!" The woman's face contorted with rage as she clutched her obviously crooked nose and screamed in agony, "You crazy woman! Let me go! Let me go!"

"Young master, please save me! A lowly beggar like me is only disgracing you by staying here!"

Yu Qiao paused, turned around and saw Shen Zhao's peach blossom eyes slightly narrowed, with traces of anger at the corners of his eyes. Hearing this, his well-defined, pale fingers gripped the blue and white porcelain teacup. He raised his eyes, his gaze cold, and said sharply, "Shut up."

"..." Yu Qiao kicked the woman, quickened her pace, dragged the woman to open the door, and then with a little force, threw the woman out like a rag.

As soon as the woman landed, before she could even scream or shout, several bald bodyguards covered her mouth and dragged her away.

Afraid of angering Shen Zhao if she was too slow, Yu Qiao stood in front of him step by step. Her fierce eyes turned dark and empty in an instant as she stared at the bitten pastry on the table and said in a low voice, "Young Master, throw it out."

"Too slow, and you're distracted." Shen Zhao raised his eyes, his peach blossom eyes narrowing slightly, revealing a dangerous signal.

Yu Qiao knew she was in the wrong, but she didn't know what to say, so she just said "Oh" expressionlessly.

Shen Zhao's temples throbbed with anger at her half-dead state: "Cough cough cough..."

The beauty's face flushed red with anger, and she coughed, covering her lips. Even the Adam's apple on her slender neck turned a faint pink.

Her breathing was a little rapid, and her already affectionate peach blossom eyes were misty with tears, making her look incredibly beautiful.

Yu Qiao stared intently at Shen Zhao.

"Water!" Shen Zhao was even more annoyed.

That little beggar really has no sense of propriety!

He was coughing so hard he was about to die, and he was still staring at it!

shallow!

"Ah...oh." Yu Qiao's empty pupils seemed to dilate a little as she reacted somewhat slowly, holding the celadon cup that Chen Zhao liked and filling it with warm water.

He stepped forward and gently put his arm around Shen Zhao's shoulder.

"You!" Shen Zhao was startled. An unfamiliar fragrance wafted to his nose. His peach blossom eyes widened, and his lips were pressed against the cup.

Yu Qiao: "Drink."

The girl's soft fingertips touched Shen Zhao's chin, causing him to catch his breath. His ears turned red, and the veins on his neck bulged. His peony-red lips parted slightly, as if he was about to say something.

Yu Qiao frowned and poured the warm water directly into her mouth.

"..."

Finished the cup.

Shen Zhao's lips turned a little red, and he felt as if he were being enveloped in the arms of the petite Yu Qiao. This posture really annoyed him!

Somewhat disoriented, he pushed her away, saying, "Let go!"

Yu Qiao obediently let go, her gaze still fixed on Shen Zhao with regret, like a wolf that had been starving for hundreds of years seeing meat.

Shen Zhao blushed deeply, raised his chin, and pushed her away again with his cold, white fingers, his tone carrying a slow but ruthless edge: "Go and learn etiquette from the butler."

"Don't let me see you today."

As soon as he finished speaking, Shen Zhao caught his breath, his face still hot, and fanned himself with his hand as he went upstairs.

Yu Qiao stood there, staring at the pastry on the table that Shen Zhao had taken a bite out of...

The other maids went forward to tidy up.

Just as he was about to take the pastry away, Yu Qiao took it away as well.

The maid was bewildered: "Yu Qiao, what are you going to do?"

Yu Qiao quickened her pace, her ears turning slightly red, and whispered, "I'll throw it."