"Ouch, that hurts!" The etiquette teacher looked down and saw the prosthetic breast bulging out of her chest. Her exquisitely made-up face twisted in a grotesque grimace, and she wanted nothing more than to skin Yu Qiao alive: "I'm going to kill you! I'm going to kill you! Aaaaaah!"
Yu Qiao's thick eyelashes trembled as she felt the sticky blood clinging to her clothes on her back. Her fingers curled inward, and her clear voice sounded devoid of warmth: "Try it."
The etiquette teacher felt extremely humiliated. She had actually been beaten by a mere girl, and beaten so badly!
"You bitch!" She staggered to her feet and lunged at Yu Qiao.
"Bang--"
Yu Qiao, expressionless, kicked the etiquette teacher five meters away once again.
Before the etiquette teacher could even begin to grumble, a listless voice sounded from behind her.
What are you doing?
Yu Qiao's fierce expression froze for a moment.
Blinking blankly, she turned around stiffly and stared at Shen Zhao in a daze: "Young Master, we're playing a game."
Shen Zhao leaned slightly against the left side of the door frame. The top two buttons of his white shirt were undone, revealing a large expanse of pale skin, a faintly visible collarbone, and a pair of high-end leather shoes. He wore casual trousers, and the corners of his eyes were tinged with a peony-like crimson.
His long, black hair reached past his eyes, and his light gray eyes stared quietly at Yu Qiao.
Shen Zhao paused for a moment, then slowly shifted his gaze to the disheveled etiquette teacher, his brows furrowing: "Why were you shouting so loudly?"
"Waaaaah, young master!" The etiquette teacher, as if seeing a savior, scrambled to Chen Zhao's side, her lips trembling uncontrollably. "I was ordered to teach this maid etiquette, but she has repeatedly shown contempt for me, and now she's even hit me...waaaaah..."
As she continued, she pointed somewhat embarrassedly to her chest: "They even blew up my newly implanted breast! You have to stand up for me!"
Shen Zhao glanced at it quietly, his gaze pure and without any impurities.
It definitely burst. Even through the clothes, you could see the implant mixed with pus leaking out, bulging up and deflating at the same time.
Shen Zhao raised his long, slender, white fingers and pressed his temples. He looked at Yu Qiao and saw her with her head bowed obediently and meekly. He paused for a moment, then asked slowly, "Why did you hit her?"
"Young...Young Master...?" The etiquette teacher was stunned. She was the victim! She was beaten so badly, was she blind? Did she even need to ask?
Just order Yu Qiao to be kicked out! Seriously!
“She hit me first.” Yu Qiao, who had been violent just moments before, answered honestly. Afraid he wouldn’t believe her, she turned around and said seriously, “I bled.”
Shen Zhao's light gray pupils suddenly widened in surprise.
The girl was thin, with pale skin and bones clearly visible below her collarbone. When she turned around, she had a long neck, but her thin back was covered in blood that soaked her clothes.
Tick-tock, tick-tock.
The smell of blood filled the air, and drops of blood dripped from the hem of her skirt onto the ground.
There was only one wound, but the amount of bleeding was astonishing.
"That's not how it is. This maid disobeyed me first. I'm her teacher, and I was trying to teach her properly, but she acted arrogantly and disrespectfully. That's why I wanted to teach her a lesson. I just accidentally went a little too far!" The etiquette teacher said regretfully, glaring at Yu Qiao resentfully.
In previous years, many maids who did not know the rules would also be punished by her with this ruler.
Women care most about smooth, flawless skin, so she nailed blades to a wide ruler. With just a light tap, the blades on the ruler could tear clothes and cut flesh.
She had been teaching Yu Qiao a lesson with great anger, so she inevitably went a little too far.
The Shen family never paid attention to these things before, so why did the young master suddenly launch this attack today?!
The etiquette teacher cried out, "I didn't know a single hit would be this serious! She must have been faking it! Someone's framing me, young master!!!"
Shen Zhao's gaze did not leave Yu Qiao's back, his peach blossom eyes narrowing into a dangerous arc: "Fang Jiaojiao."
Fang Jiaojiao, a burly bodyguard with a fierce look and large tattoos on her arms, squatted at the door: "Young Master."
"Get in here."
"Alright." Fang Jiaojiao rolled on the ground, and a muscular man weighing 180 pounds appeared at Shen Zhao's feet. He looked at Shen Zhao blankly, shrinking back: "Young Master, which one do you want me to deal with?"
"..."
Shen Zhao tightened his slender, fair fingers, his delicate chin slightly raised: "Take her to the hospital."
The etiquette teacher's face lit up with joy; the young master was indeed on her side!
"Then, fire her."
The etiquette teacher was stunned: "Huh?"
Shen Zhao glanced at Fang Jiaojiao and continued mercifully, "By the way, find the maids she beat up and give them compensation."
"Finally, gather evidence and sue her for intentional assault."
Fang Jiaojiao exclaimed "Ah!"
Shen Zhao lowered his eyelids and looked at him: "Hurry up and go."
Fang Jiaojiao did a somersault, making the floor creak with a "bang," and with a gentle tug, she carried the wailing etiquette teacher away.
He's probably the most sensible bodyguard, but could you please not call him Fang Jiaojiao?
He's changed his name to Fang Daqiang!
"Yu Qiao, how can you be so stupid?" Shen Zhao frowned. Didn't she feel pain? She even hit someone, which made the wound even bigger. He stepped up to Yu Qiao, looked down at her stunned expression, and his expression turned cold.
Yu Qiao raised her head, then slowly exclaimed "Huh?" before shaking her head and saying, "No."
"The old ladies in the village say I'm very smart."
Shen Zhao was furious with this blockhead and frowned: "That's not what I meant."
"Oh." Yu Qiao's expression was indifferent, but whenever she looked at Shen Zhao, her dark eyes would sparkle, as if she had seen some treasure: "Young Master, don't worry, I'm thick-skinned and it doesn't hurt at all."
"At least I can take another hundred hits."
Shen Zhao frowned even more, raised his slender, cold hand, placed the back of his hand on her forehead, and clicked his tongue: "She doesn't have a fever either. It seems she really is stupid."
As he spoke, he was about to withdraw his hand.
Yu Qiao pursed her lips, then boldly pressed down on his hand. Her pale, thin hand pressed against his fair, bony hand, creating a stark contrast.
She stared longingly at Shen Zhao, her eyes fixed on that peony-like red, and suddenly took a step closer.
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