Chapter 32 Is she trying to make me take responsibility for her?
Their eyes met through a layer of cold glass.
Fu Xiaoting raised his hand, bent his knuckles, and gently tapped on the glass.
笃.
笃.
This means letting Yunyang go out.
As luck would have it, Yunyang also needed to speak with him.
She walked to the door and opened the thin wooden door.
Several servants stood watching the commotion in the hallway outside the door.
When they saw Yunyang come out, they were taken aback at first, then they whispered among themselves, their voices buzzing like mosquitoes.
"She actually dares to come out?"
"I'm doomed, I'm definitely doomed this time."
“I have offended you, sir. How could I possibly survive?”
"Tsk tsk, what's the use of being good-looking if you're about to turn into a corpse?"
Yun Yang: "..."
No one usually compliments her looks, so why are they all suddenly so observant?
She suppressed her inner rage and raised her head, walking step by step toward Fu Xiaoting.
As they drew closer, she couldn't help but feel nervous.
Fu Xiaoting's burning body temperature and uncontrolled tearing still lingered in her memory, making her scalp tingle.
Finally, she walked up to Fu Xiaoting and stood two steps away from him.
As soon as she stood up, Fu Xiaoting's muttering started ringing in her mind.
【sorry. 】
Yesterday... I didn't mean to.
I was drugged, I really couldn't control myself, I'm so sorry, so sorry, so sorry...
Yun Yang suddenly raised her head.
In my field of vision, the man's jawline was taut, and he still had that dead fish face.
But in her mind, his humble and panicked apology kept playing on repeat.
She just stood there, neither speaking nor moving.
Using your brain to think is the same as apologizing.
It has no mouth, but it does have hands, right?
Why isn't she saying anything?
Is she furious?
[Yeah, anyone would be angry in that situation... Should I write it down and show it to her?]
No! Absolutely not!
【I am Fu Xiaoting! The most esteemed master of Xiaoyuan! How could I apologize to a maid!】
Yun Yang: "..."
To the other servants, the scene was completely different.
The man sat in his wheelchair, silently scrutinizing the audacious maid.
His expression was cold and stern, radiating a terrifyingly low pressure, as if he were contemplating which method he should use to make her die in the most painful way.
The atmosphere was extremely heavy.
A series of hurried footsteps approached from afar.
"gentlemen!"
The housekeeper, accompanied by two bodyguards, rushed over in a flurry.
He spotted Yun Yang in front of Fu Xiaoting at a glance, and his face instantly turned extremely ugly. He took a few steps forward, pulled out a black pistol from his waist, and pointed it at Yun Yang's forehead without hesitation.
The cold, metallic touch made Yunyang...
Well, she showed no reaction, both physically and mentally; she's gotten used to it.
"Sir! I've found out!" Jukiro reported indignantly, "That dish of spiked crayfish last night was made by this woman! She's definitely a spy sent by our enemies to sabotage your marriage with the Shen family!"
Then, he looked at Yun Yang, a cold smile creeping onto his lips: "Heh, you're finished."
The servants around gasped in shock.
"How despicable! She actually tried to seduce the master!"
"The housekeeper should have her executed immediately."
Listening to these discussions, Yun Yang felt a headache coming on.
Why do these people always wish for others to die? Is there some kind of collective problem?
Fu Xiaoting seemed not to have heard Jujiro's words at all; he didn't even bother to give him a glance.
His gaze passed over Yunyang and subtly glanced at the dilapidated little house behind her.
[She lives in a place like this?]
[It's like a storage room...]
I've never lived in such a dilapidated house in my entire life...
Yunyang knew her opportunity had arrived.
The more people are around, the more aloof and pretentious this man becomes.
"gentlemen."
Yun Yang raised her head and looked directly at Fu Xiaoting's face: "I have something I want to say to you alone."
"Insolence!" Giulio immediately shouted angrily, "Who do you think you are, to dare speak to the gentleman alone? I think you're just trying to use the same old trick to seduce him!"
Shut up!
Shen Mingyue kept insisting all night that it was her who drugged her.
[Xiao Yunniang cooks so well, how could she possibly harm me!]
Fu Xiaoting finally lost his patience. He turned his head sharply and gave Jujiro a cold glare.
The murderous intent in his eyes was almost tangible.
Jukiro fell silent instantly, sheepishly putting away his gun, but still glaring warily at Yun Yang.
Yun Yang rolled her eyes at him.
Smile, why aren't you smiling anymore?
Oh, maybe it's because I'm naturally not fond of smiling.
She walked straight behind Fu Xiaoting, grasped the handles of the wheelchair with both hands, and headed towards the kitchen.
Upon reaching the kitchen, Yunyang slammed the heavy door shut with a loud bang and locked it.
It blocked out all sight and sound from the outside.
She turned around and looked at Fu Xiaoting, who was sitting in a wheelchair. She carefully recalled the time when she was a child and asked her father for tuition fees, and was beaten.
Then, tears streamed down my face like beads from a broken string, without warning.
She didn't speak or cry out; she just bit her lip and silently shed tears.
His shoulders were trembling, and he looked aggrieved and pitiful, as if he had been greatly bullied.
Fu Xiaoting froze completely.
He hates it most when women cry!
【Huh? Huh? Why is she crying?】
Don't cry...
【What to do, what to do! She looks even prettier when she cries... no! The important thing is, why is she crying?!】
[She wouldn't...want me to take responsibility for her? Want me to marry her?]
[Oh my god! I'm still so young! Am I supposed to get married before I've even been in a relationship?!]
But...she seemed to be crying so hard...if she insisted on marrying me...it's not impossible...I'll have to get married eventually anyway...
As Yun Yang listened to his increasingly absurd and wild thoughts, she wiped her face haphazardly with the back of her hand and spoke in a hoarse voice.
"Sir, I can pretend that what happened yesterday never happened."
[Really? That's great!]
Fu Xiaoting was secretly delighted.
“But,” Yun Yang changed the subject, “I’ve suffered such a great injustice, you have to give me some compensation, right?”
Compensation? Of course, of course! How much do you want? Is one million enough?
Yun Yang shook her head.
Money? Of course she wants it.
But now, there are things more important than money.
She looked at Fu Xiaoting and said, word by word, "First, I want a promotion. I want to be the housekeeper, preferably someone who can be more powerful than other housekeepers."
【……ha? 】
Fu Xiaoting was stunned.
"Second," Yun Yang continued without giving him time to think, "I want a gun."
She wants to be like Giulio in the future; if she doesn't like someone, she'll point a gun at Giulio's head.
Without much hesitation, Fu Xiaoting took out a delicate little notebook and a pen from his pocket and quickly wrote down a word.
【allow】
Then he handed the notebook to Yunyang.
Yun Yang stared at the large character, speechless.
Does he really think he's the emperor?
She pursed her lips, hesitated for a moment, but decided to press her advantage.
“Sir, I have one last request.” Yun Yang’s tone softened further, with a hint of pleading. “I’ve been in Xiaoyuan for a long time, and I miss home… I want to go home and visit.”
That was her ultimate goal.
As long as she can get out of this godforsaken place, she'll be free to roam the world, she doesn't care about Fu Xiaoting or the plot of the novel!
After saying that, she held her breath and waited nervously for Fu Xiaoting's reply.
The air seemed to freeze once again.
Fu Xiaoting did not write anything immediately.
He looked up and gazed at her quietly.
After a while, the corners of his mouth slowly curved upwards into a smile.
He smiled?
If you ignore the fake scar on his face, his smile is clean and handsome, with red lips and white teeth, and his eyes seem to sparkle like stars.
However, this rare smile made the hairs on Yun Yang's back stand on end.
An ominous premonition enveloped her.
Trying to run? No way.
Fu Xiaoting calmly took something out of a hidden compartment on the side of his wheelchair.
A black pistol with a cold, metallic sheen.
With a "snap," he placed the gun on the kitchen counter.
Yun Yang was so frightened that her heart stopped, and she subconsciously took a step back.
What...what is he going to do?
Murder to silence them?!
Just when she thought she was going to die, Fu Xiaoting picked up a pen and wrote another line below the word "quasi".
Do you know how to use it?
Yun Yang nodded, then shook her head.
It's okay to just randomly hit anything.
I wouldn't say I know how to use it.
Fu Xiaoting's smile deepened.
He continued writing.
"I'll teach you at the shooting range behind the mountain tomorrow."
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