"His hands were severed."
Xiao Jinhan's voice was very calm, revealing no emotion whatsoever, yet the orders he issued sent shivers down one's spine.
If a person loses both arms in prison, they are considered a disabled person.
After a long pause, Jiang Ci finally nodded: "Yes."
Then, I heard him say calmly, "Tell him two more things."
"Um."
"First, the Xiao family owes a debt of gratitude to Uncle Xu and Aunt Liu, so naturally they won't go so far as to kill them. I'll leave the villa I bought for the two siblings so that when he gets out of prison, he'll have a job that's enough to support himself."
Jiang Ci nodded. He knew that although Fourth Master seemed ruthless, he was never ambiguous when it came to matters of principle.
He always thought of the two deceased elders of the Xu family, and naturally he would not mistreat their descendants.
However, he had to go to jail, and after his release, Fourth Master would have no further connection with them.
In retrospect, this was the only bit of mercy left for him and his sister.
Lost in thought, she suddenly sensed his cold gaze.
Jiang Ci nodded quickly, waiting for him to continue giving instructions.
"The second thing is, under all these conditions, do not disturb Tang Yaoyao again."
Jiang Ci was deeply moved and nodded, "I understand."
"Go."
Jiang Ci nodded: "Yes."
...
After dinner.
Tang Yaoyao urged Xiao Jinhan to take a medicinal bath.
The faint fragrance of orchids and musk on his body seemed to be innate, and even the strong medicinal herbs could not make it go away. Instead, it turned into a different kind of fragrance that filled the room.
Tang Yaoyao leaned back lazily on the sofa, a gentle smile on her face: "Fourth Master, have you heard?"
"What."
His voice was indifferent, and he seemed not very interested; he was just asking casually.
Tang Yaoyao's eyes darkened, and she said in a cynical tone, "Xu Xingqiao's hand is broken. It seems to have been broken by someone. It will probably take him at least half a year to recover."
"Is that so?"
Her gaze was sharp, fixed on him without blinking. Her dark chestnut pupils were clear and indifferent, devoid of any other emotion.
Tang Yaoyao shook her head in boredom and sighed sarcastically, "It seems it wasn't Fourth Master who did it. I thought he was just jealous and angry and broke Xu Xingqiao's hand."
Xiao Jinhan's thin lips moved slightly: "How much longer do we need to soak it?"
"Soak it for another twenty minutes, and it will be ready."
"Um."
The topic has been interrupted, and there's not much point in picking it up again.
Tang Yaoyao's eyes flickered with a hint of cunning. She stood up and came up behind him: "Fourth Master, have you felt any difference in your body these past few days?"
Xiao Jinhan: "No."
Tang Yaoyao's slender fingers landed on his shoulder, the burning heat of his skin transferring to him. She gently drew a circle on it with her index finger, her eyes alluring, her voice seductive: "Really? Your blood isn't rushing? You don't dream at night?"
Xiao Jinhan frowned slightly, his phoenix eyes narrowing: "What does Dr. Tang want to say?"
Dr. Tang's words at that moment were brilliant, reminding her to always remember the heart of a doctor and not to act recklessly.
"It's very simple. I just want to know if Fourth Master's illness has improved."
After she finished speaking, she pressed some acupoints one by one.
These are the perfect spots to help people relax.
Xiao Jinhan closed his eyes slightly: "No."
Not even a little?
Her hands seemed boneless, incredibly soft, and her technique was superb.
Suddenly, his breathing became heavy. This wasn't the first time he'd felt this way; he'd had a similar moment during the previous medicinal bath, though it wasn't very noticeable.
This time, however, it was much more obvious.
Tang Yaoyao clearly sensed his unusual behavior. As if her wicked scheme had succeeded, a mischievous smile appeared on her lips. She raised an eyebrow slightly, her voice becoming increasingly seductive: "Fourth Master, remember what I said. Don't suppress yourself. Face this feeling squarely. Otherwise, how can you call yourself a man? Don't you think so, hmm?"
"Tang Yaoyao".
His voice deepened, and he slowly opened his eyes, a hazy look in them.
"Um?"
Suddenly, he raised his long arm, giving her no chance to react. In an instant, water splashed everywhere, and it was out of control.
Tang Yaoyao bumped right into him.
Whether it was the shock or the collision itself, her heart was racing, and her ears were ringing, like the sound of water or fireworks.
When she came to her senses, she realized that she was practically lying in his arms.
Her breath caught in her throat, and she looked up, meeting his gaze. His usually cold and deep eyes were now tinged with a hint of ease.
Then, he asked, "Dr. Tang, did you feel the blood flowing? Why don't you guess whether you'll have a dream tonight?"
Tang Yaoyao was stunned for a moment, her lips slightly parted, unsure how to answer.
She was always the one teasing and flirting with him.
What's going on tonight?
A sudden and unexpected move that was incredibly impressive.
Moreover, my heart was pounding like it was being knocked on a door…
How did this person get so fat?!
Tang Yaoyao angrily shouted, "Old Fourth Xiao!"
Xiao Jinhan smiled faintly, his thin lips curving slightly: "Or, Miss Tang, tell me, will I be in your dreams tonight, hmm?"
sky! ?
monster!
Tang Yaoyao's heart was pounding, as if it were about to leap out of her chest.
Is this... Xiao Lao Si'er?
That gentle smile, the contentment in his lowered eyes, and the alluring quality of his slightly raised voice gave her the illusion that she was being teased by Xiao Lao Si.
The shallow dimples on his cheeks made him look exceptionally charming at that moment.
If she hadn't seen it at this moment, she would have almost forgotten that Xiao Jinhan was also a man with dimples, just like her.
Yet, those dark chestnut-colored pupils held no trace of fire, only a cool, aloof quality, as if they were completely ascetic.
Both abstinent and alluring...
This feeling is like experiencing both ice and fire.
“Answer my question.” His voice was deep, pleasant, and incredibly sexy.
Tang Yaoyao opened her mouth: "Are you possessed by something?"
Xiao Jinhan narrowed his phoenix eyes slightly: "Or, Dr. Tang, tell me, if it's a dream, what kind of dream would be worthy of your medicine?"
Tang Yaoyao: "..."
Faced with him like this, she was speechless...
However, begging for mercy is impossible.
Splash—
The medicine from the wooden bucket was dripping everywhere.
Finally, after much effort, he climbed out of the urinal, sighed deeply, and came to the conclusion that Master Xiao seemed rather unapproachable at this moment, and that he would come back another day.
He picked up a bathrobe and wrapped it around himself, a smirk playing on his lips. "Old Xiao, I suddenly miss my dad. Go home and stay here. I'll come back next month to see you again."
Then the door opened and closed again.
Xiao Jinhan leaned against the edge of the bathtub, his sexy Adam's apple bobbing up and down. He closed his eyes briefly, then opened them again, revealing a few dim lights floating in them, as if he had traveled through mountains and rivers and had acquired a touch of earthly life.
His expression seemed aloof and indifferent, but his eyes were burning with passion.
Looking at the tightly closed door, one word came to mind once again: escape.
Tang Yaoyao ran away.
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