"Give me back my ring!" Fu Tong'er clenched the whip and said to Master Jiu, "Oh, I've beaten your beauty's face. When Master Jiu was having sex with her at night, wouldn't she be scared to death?"
Lu Zhen was startled, his brows furrowed, and he couldn't help but raise his hand to touch his forehead. What was this devilish girl talking about...
Lan Er said: "Master Jiu has plenty of money, so what's wrong with treating my face?"
Fu Tong'er chuckled: "A man must have dignity, and a tree must have bark. Your grandfather only spends money on me, and as for you--" As she spoke, she stared at Lu Zhenzhi.
Seeing her cute yet fierce look, Lu Zhenzhi hurriedly said: "I have never spent money on her. You can check the accounts."
Fu Tong'er snorted: "Miss Lan'er, you really have shame. To be honest, as long as I say a word, your master will have to hand over the account books of the mansion to me. As for you, whether you can continue to stay in the mansion is even a question."
"In other words," Fu Tong'er touched Lu Zhenzhi's chest, "as long as I am willing, the future mistress of your mansion will still be me. You have to accept this."
Lu Zhenzhi nodded slightly and smiled. This girl was right.
"What about your Ninth Master? He might go to the battlefield someday. Who do you think will be the head of this mansion? Could it be you? A little tea-serving girl?"
Lu Zhenzhi smiled again, nodded, picked up the teacup and took a sip of tea slowly.
"But now..." Fu Tong'er clenched the whip and turned to Lu Zhenzhi, who was drinking tea and watching the show. This posture made the man stop his hand holding the tea. "Master Jiu, you have to return the ring to me! Humph, don't force me to beat you two together!"
Lu Zhenzhi choked on his tea and felt a slight chill down his spine. He suddenly understood why he had felt so cold in the study room.
Lan Er said: "As for you, Jiu Ye is the God of War, he can lift you up with one hand."
Fu Tong'er lowered her eyes and glanced at Lu Zhenzhi's legs: "Did it hurt when I kicked you last time?"
Lu Zhenzhi recalled being kicked twice by this girl more than half a month ago and said, "A gentleman should use words instead of fists. Tong'er, don't use violence."
Lan'er was stunned. Master, are you saying that he was beaten? But he is the God of War! How could he be beaten by Fu Tong'er?
Lu Zhenzhi looked at Fu Tong'er and thought, "Those officials, old ghosts, and salt smugglers are always busy with a lot of things every day. The memorials and government reports from all over the country are also extremely complicated. Now, it's a pleasure to act out a play with this little girl."
The maids, nannies, and eunuchs at the door were all terrified. Miss Fu was truly courageous, actually daring to confront the Ninth Master, the Regent! Not only did she confront him head-on, she even threatened domestic violence... The drama in the Regent's Mansion was much more exciting than before.
Lu Zhenzhi took the jade ring, placed it in the light and looked at the inner ring. The word "Lu Jin" was engraved inside, which was taken from "strict with oneself, cautious in words and deeds". It was chosen by his mother herself.
After reading it, Lu Zhenzhi placed the ring on the coffee table, pressed it with his palm, and asked calmly: "Is this king still inferior to it?"
"Yes," Fu Tong'er said firmly, "You are not as good as him. No matter what you do, you can't replace his place in my heart!"
Lu Zhenzhi's deep, sunken eyes made it impossible to discern his thoughts. He simply nodded, his palm still covering the jade ring.
The hall was completely silent, the only sound being the pounding of Fu Tong'er's heart. This wasn't due to fear or nervousness, but rather to her sheer determination to get the ring back. Even if it meant a fight with the Ninth Master, a man so powerful that no one dared look him in the face, she would get the ring back.
Lu Zhenzhi's all-seeing eyes judged that this girl might really whip him for the ring. After all, he had been kicked twice by this little thing before.
"Give me the ring!" Fu Tong'er clenched the whip.
Lu Zhenzhi glanced at her little fist, and his iron-blooded heart was almost melted by this little thing. He said calmly: "A gentleman uses words, not fists. First, loosen your claws!"
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