Looking at the suddenly empty surroundings, Shen Jiao felt that life was so bitter, as bitter as black coffee without sugar, and her heart was so tired, as tired as a balding technician working 996. She never expected that her image would collapse in an instant, leaving not even ashes.
It's hard to be a person.
Being a beautiful woman is even harder.
Being a beautiful woman who looks like a human is extremely difficult.
...
Not long after Ji Yan left early, Shen Jiao also returned home shortly after finishing her work. When she returned, she was holding a fragrant flower in her hand, followed by a dog that was walking unsteadily.
And I kept a safe distance of three meters from her.
With a beautiful woman in front of him, the dog walked and stopped, wagging its tail incessantly, as if afraid of offending its deity by getting too close.
Looking at the white-eyed dog that he had traveled a long way to pick out and had fed it several meals of meat and bones, Zhou Hu felt even more complicated.
Today, he lost his personal assistant, Wang Dazhuang. Today, he also lost his ugly dog. Alas, the strong are always lonely, and heroes are destined to be alone for life.
Zhou Hu was worried that the dog, still wild and ferocious, might accidentally hurt Shen Jiao. Even Chen Bao thought so. He quickly finished his business and rushed back, afraid that Zhou Hu, this reckless man, might make a mistake.
Unexpectedly, the dog, which was barking and snarling just a moment ago, started snotting and grinning like an idiot as soon as it saw the beauty. It was completely unable to walk, as if it had drunk two pounds of strong liquor. Its steps were unsteady and its posture was dazed. Despite its difficulty, it still dragged its heavy yet light body back to bring Shen Jiao a wildflower.
Chen Bao looked at the dejected Zhou Hu, patted him on the shoulder to comfort him, and said, "Do you know why you're still single in your late twenties?"
Zhou Hu had been troubled by this question for nearly thirty years, and shook his head in confusion: "I don't know."
Chen Bao: "Because even dogs are more sensible than you."
Zhou Hu: "..."
...
Shen Jiao dragged her tired body back to her bedchamber. The tyrant she had scared away had disappeared. She searched for him three times but couldn't find him. With the protagonist absent, there was nowhere to explain her prepared speech.
Since he wasn't there, she decided to wait until he returned. She handed the dog to Wang Fu and went to eat.
"Wait, young lady."
Wang Fu stopped her, looking at the dog at his feet—neither black nor white, with knots in its fur so tight he could hang himself—and asked uncertainly, "Girl, are you really going to keep this dog? It looks so ugly."
Shen Jiao spread her hands: "I didn't want to keep it either, but it gave me flowers."
Wang Fu imagined the scene of His Majesty's rage and sincerely suggested, "If the young lady likes to keep small animals, this old servant can go and find some beautiful breeds for her."
Shen Jiao received a pitiful look from the dog, "But it gave me flowers."
When Wang Fu's attempts to persuade the dog failed, he had no choice but to take the dog away.
Strangely enough, the dog was gentle and obedient in front of Shen Jiao. Although it was ugly, it had a good temper. But when it faced Wang Fu and the maid who washed it, its true nature was completely exposed. It had sharp teeth and was terrifying.
Half an hour passed, and the group of people still hadn't caught it. Instead, it caused chaos and confusion.
Wang Fu was catching his breath, his back nearly broken from the ordeal, when a chill ran down his spine. He straightened up immediately, and a familiar voice slowly rang out, "What's going on? Want to die?"
"Your Majesty," Wang Fu turned and bowed, "This old servant... was bathing the young lady's dog."
Ji Yan lifted Wang Fu's robe to wipe the bloodstains that had accidentally gotten on her hands, her face expressionless. "She's gotten bolder. She eats my food, uses my things, and even dares to bring this ugly thing here to freeload."
Wang Fu: "..." You can't say that. The dog just arrived and hasn't even had a sip of water yet.
Ji Yan's brows furrowed with lingering hostility. "Where did she get this dog?"
Seeing this, Wang Fu understood that His Majesty had gone to deal with the people Chen Bao had imprisoned in the dungeon. He didn't ask any more questions and honestly replied, "Regarding General Zhou's case, the young lady asked this old servant to ask you, does subduing count as a victory?"
Ji Yan didn't answer, but let out a soft "heh". Her slightly reddened eyes became even more gloomy. She weighed a few pebbles she had picked up from the ground in her palm. Wang Fu lowered his head even further, thinking to himself that it was all over.
Under the tyrant's chilling aura, the dog, which had been darting around, no longer dared to be arrogant. It obediently huddled in a corner, motionless, until the maids carried it back to the water basin.
Just one pebble is enough to smash its head.
For some reason, Ji Yan suddenly thought of Shen Jiao when she made her move. She was used to pretending to be dead when she was scared. However, dogs were really afraid of him, but Shen Jiao was not so. She dared to say anything to him and was incredibly bold.
Thinking of Shen Jiao at times like this makes him feel uneasy. In the past, he could kill whoever he wanted, as he pleased, without any restraint or anyone could stop him. But now, this frizzy hamster can disrupt his plans. It's strange.
With a tyrant standing there supervising, even the rustling wind seemed to dissipate, leaving only deathly silence. The maids worked with twice the efficiency, and before long, the dog was washed.
Ji Yan frowned and asked Wang Fu, "Why are you still so ugly even after washing yourself clean?"
The dog looked aggrieved: "..."
"How would I know if I'm not its father?" The dog was already ugly, even he couldn't bear to look at it, let alone His Majesty, who was obsessed with looks. So Wang Fu decided to remain silent.
Ji Yan said with a sullen face, "You tell me, she looks quite decent, and she's been spending every day with me lately, so how come her taste is so bad? How could she actually be attracted to such an ugly thing?"
Shen Jiao had given an answer to this question before, and Wang Fu replied instantly: "Because the dog gave the girl flowers."
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