Those words were like a giant nail, pinning Fang Zhi to the spot. Suppressing her anxiety, she forced a smile and asked, "Brother, what are you saying?"
Qi Shen lowered his eyes, focusing on the food in front of him. His movements as he ate with chopsticks were unhurried, elegant and refined.
A simple dinner suited his temperament as if he were in a five-star hotel.
The entire restaurant was extremely quiet.
The new maids, including Wang Ma, sensed the unease in the air, and everyone held their breath.
Fang Zhi's heart was in suspense because of the faint, oppressive aura emanating from the man beside her.
But he didn't answer, and she didn't dare to ask again.
She felt as if a guillotine was placed above her head, about to fall and cut her to pieces.
Time passed by, and Qi Shen finally finished his dinner. He raised his hand slightly, and a servant waiting to his side handed him a clean towel that had been prepared in advance.
His hands are incredibly beautiful.
Her fingers were long and slender, with distinct bone structure, and her nails were neatly trimmed. A section of porcelain-white wrist bone peeked out from under her shirt, like a finely crafted work of art, extremely pleasing to the eye.
As Qi Shen wiped his hands, he said casually, "Does Zhizhi not understand? It doesn't matter if she doesn't understand."
Whether or not the communication records are restored is a way to intimidate her; he doesn't believe the girl didn't send messages to others.
Unfortunately, even if he handed it over, it was to no avail; no one could stop him from doing what he wanted to do.
Qi Shen tossed the handkerchief onto the dining table, turned his head to look at the girl, and affectionately cupped her cheek with his right hand.
Fang Zhi couldn't fathom his thoughts, so she didn't dare to dodge and let his warm palm caress her face.
She stared blankly at him, her gaze meeting the seemingly gentle eyes behind the gold-rimmed glasses, eyes that held a hint of coolness at the corners. She heard the man's low, gentle voice say:
"It's okay. You know, even if someone knows something in advance, they can't escape it."
Only then did I realize I was choking on my breath.
She knew her brother had made his own decision; he had already convicted her without investigating, though she couldn't withstand the investigation either.
The maid and Wang Ma were puzzled by the enigmatic relationship between the handsome and beautiful man and woman.
Especially the new maids.
They initially thought they had met a kind and easy-going host, but they never expected that this seemingly gentle and gentlemanly host would have such a strong sense of oppression.
Ignoring what others were thinking, Qi Shen stood up, extended his hand to the girl sitting in the seat, and gently invited her:
"Zhizhi, it's time to go upstairs and rest."
All the servants and Wang Ma secretly watched her, and Fang Zhi realized that she did not want to hand her hand to Qi Shen at this moment.
Qi Shen waited a few seconds without getting annoyed, a smile playing on his lips, "Is Zhizhi trying to reject her brother?"
Under the man's almost tangible gaze, Fang Zhi said, slowly extending her hand.
The atmosphere in the restaurant relaxed after they left.
To avoid offending their master in the future, the new servants all sought out the senior maid, Wang Ma, to gather information: "Wang Ma, what is the relationship between Master and Miss Zhizhi?"
They're not exactly a couple, but they address each other as brother and sister, and the girl looks like she's only recently come of age; yet, their relationship doesn't seem like that of siblings.
How could siblings of such advanced age not be so discreet? They were afraid of making a mistake in their relationship later and having to consult with Aunt Wang.
Wang Ma pursed her lips.
She could tell that there was an ambiguous atmosphere between Miss Zhizhi and Young Master Shen, but she didn't know what exactly happened on Miss Zhizhi's birthday yesterday.
Facing the probing gazes of the servants, she mumbled as she cleared the table, "I don't know. Just do your jobs and don't try to curry favor with the young master and young lady in private."
Since Wang Ma, an elder trusted by the family, had spoken, everyone had no choice but to give up, even if they felt resentful.
......
The second-floor corridor was dimly lit and gloomy.
Qi Shen led Fang Zhi to her bedroom door.
"Zhizhi, go back to your room for a while." He lowered his eyes and stared at the girl's long eyelashes. "My room is still a bit messy. I'll go tidy it up first and then come back to call you."
The bedroom was a mess last night, with stains on the sheets, proof that the young girl was experiencing desire for the first time.
Therefore, he did not want the servants to tidy up or spy on their lives.
Fang Zhi suddenly remembered what he had said to her last night when he was making love to her: that from now on, she would rest in the same bedroom and sleep in the same bed with him every day.
Having experienced the uncontrollable feeling of being on the verge of death and the strange, shameful pleasure that made her want to lose control of her bladder last night, she was somewhat panicked.
"Brother, can I rest in my own room?"
Qi Shen, as if he hadn't heard her, kneaded the girl's soft, boneless hand and said to himself:
"You can wash up and change into your pajamas beforehand, or I don't mind if you go to your brother's room to wash up and change."
He would like to bathe with the young girl.
But last night, after taking her to the bathroom late at night, his Zhizhi turned as red as a boiled shrimp.
He was worried she would faint.
Qi Shen opened the bedroom door, pulled the girl's hand forward, and brought her in front of him. He hugged her from behind, leaned down, and brought his ear close to her small earlobe.
Fang Zhi noticed that there were hickeys almost everywhere from her neck to her ankles, so she specially changed into a high-necked short-sleeved shirt and long pants.
Even through the fabric, she could still feel the man's warm breath on her skin.
"Go ahead, see you later."
The man's voice was gentle, carrying a tenderness unique to girls, making him seem very approachable. After speaking, he slowly released her, closed the door, and left.
Fang Zhi stood there stunned for a moment, a bitter smile appearing on her fair and beautiful face.
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