◇ Chapter 49: The subordinates meet the owner of the manor!
On the other side, An Qin walked out of the Taifu Mansion in a daze, not knowing where to go for a while.
The excitement of the Qiqiao Festival was still going on, but he had completely lost his initial expectations. His mind was completely occupied by the words "Chen Yanheng" and "Manor Master".
How could the owner of the manor be like Chen Yanheng!
An Qin puffed out his cheeks. Whenever these two words overlapped in his mind, his temples would twitch twice.
When he thought about the despicable maniac who had been groping and talking nonsense to him these days, he realized that he was the one who had saved his life and brought him back to Fengyue Villa ten years ago...
An Qin: “…”
His already crumbling world suffered another severe blow.
An Qin was extremely depressed. He walked on the street like a homeless ghost. Suddenly, tiny stars appeared beside him, and he subconsciously looked towards the light source.
It is now late at night, and many people choose to put the lanterns in their hands into the river.
The small river leading out from the lake is now covered with lanterns, most of which are colorful with various flowers, lighting up the entire river at once, making it as bright as the Milky Way.
A large, out-of-place rabbit floated down the river, holding something like a mooncake in its arms. There were a few words written in pitch black on it. It was too dark at night to see clearly, but the bright red dot in the middle of the small words was particularly eye-catching.
An Qin's pupils shrank, and the frown on his brows unconsciously relaxed.
"Big rabbit! Look, there are little rabbits!"
Not far away, a young child nestled in his mother's arms put down the lotus lantern in his hand, waved his hands excitedly and pointed not far away.
An Qin looked over when he heard the sound and saw a small and delicate rabbit head mixed in with the colorful lanterns, following the particularly conspicuous rabbit lantern.
A breeze suddenly arose from the lake surface, blowing the large rabbit lantern floating downstream a few inches back, knocking aside several lotus-shaped lanterns, and colliding with the small and delicate rabbit head that was glowing with warm light.
The lotus-shaped lanterns around it shook a few times, as if they were dissatisfied with the big rabbit "taking advantage of its power to bully the lanterns".
An Qin immediately thought of Chen Yanheng. This guy was just like the rabbit lantern, always thinking about taking advantage of him.
If the upper beam is crooked, the lower beams will be crooked.
The lanterns he makes are all of the same origin as him.
And that figure from ten years ago...
An Qin's body tensed even more as he stood on the crowded bridge. His wet clothes were blown by the night wind, and a chill pierced his bones. Only then did he come back to his senses and pursed his pale lips.
If the owner of the manor treats him...
An Qin withdrew his gaze, lowered his eyes, and his palms at his sides gradually clenched into fists. Then, as if he had made some decision, he walked towards an inn with a determined look.
An Qin took off his wet clothes, rinsed himself, drank a bowl of ginger soup to dispel the cold, and then changed into his night clothes and crouched down to climb onto the eaves.
However, he did not go to the Taifu Mansion, but quietly jumped to the Nanfeng Tower opposite the inn, squatted on the roof, and took the opportunity to jump into one of the small rooms that was not being used.
…
Two hours later, An Qin pinched his burning ears, climbed out of the window expressionlessly, and returned to the inn.
He looked out the window, not wanting to sleep at all. But thinking of what he had to do, he forced himself to close his eyes.
The next day, An Qin went to the street to buy some ointment jars. He had selected the scents based on Chen Yanheng's usual preferences. He thought the owner of the manor would like them.
Since the owner of the manor has gone to so much trouble and seems to be interested in his body, then naturally, he is willing to do anything for the owner of the manor!
Even if...
An Qin returned to the inn and took the longest and most thorough bath of his life.
After waiting until late at night, An Qin returned to the Taifu Mansion.
Ying Shijiu was not around, and the secret guards who were guarding An Qin secretly had no time to tell Chen Yanheng that An Qin was being returned to the Taifu Mansion. They could only watch An Qin jump into the mansion and followed him silently.
They had also heard something about their master and the assassin. As Shen Yanheng's secret guards, they had to consider the possibility that An Qin would become angry and kill him.
Assassins also have dignity. They can give their lives to their masters, but that does not mean they can give their future to their masters.
The three of them looked at each other and saw An Qin hesitated for a moment outside the door, then pried open the window and climbed in. There was no sound from inside for a while, so they waited outside the yard.
An Qin easily entered Chen Yanheng's bedroom and heard a few slow and long breaths.
Is he late?
An Qin walked lightly to the bedside. Through the night light coming through the window, Chen Yanheng's complexion had recovered a lot compared to yesterday. He had changed into a new set of clothes, and a piece of white gauze was exposed at the collar. The wound must have been cleaned again.
An Qin's heart was filled with complex emotions. Even though a day had passed, he still couldn't accept the fact that Shen Yanheng was the owner of Fengyue Villa. However, it was beyond doubt that Shen Yanheng was the owner of Fengyue Villa, and he was the same person who brought him and An Xiner back to the villa ten years ago. He could only accept it.
The only thing to be thankful for was that he finally didn't have to worry about killing the tutor anymore.
Chen Yanheng and the owner of the manor are the same person, which is not too bad news for him.
He was just an assassin and had no right to ask questions or interfere with his master's decision.
He wants to stay with the owner of the manor.
An Qin didn't even notice that his brows relaxed at some point. Once the balance in his heart tilted, he made up his mind.
He glanced at his feet and was about to kneel down to wait for Chen Yanheng to wake up. The man on the bed seemed to sense something, his eyelashes trembled, and he slowly opened his eyes.
An Qin was still a little embarrassed that the assassin had become his master. He was startled, but then he immediately thought of Shen Yanheng's status, which was no longer the same as before. He quickly lowered his head and knelt down, "This subordinate greets the owner of the manor!"
With great force.
Like every secret guard selected from the assassins, his tone was filled with excitement.
Shen Yanheng: “…”
Chen Yanheng had originally planned to wait until his injuries healed before going to get the person back, but the person he had been thinking about came to him on his own initiative, so how could he remain calm?
At least he couldn't lie down peacefully and watch An Qin kneeling at the head of his bed.
He wasn't dead, so how could An Qin kneel at the head of his bed and observe filial piety for him as a widow?
"What are you kneeling for? Are you in mourning for me?" Chen Yanheng teased him and tried to sit up with his hands. An Qin quickly bent his knees and helped him up.
Chen Yanheng stopped moving and grabbed An Qin's wrist.
humble……!
An Qin subconsciously wanted to pull it back, but then he thought of Shen Yanheng's identity and forced himself to hold it back. He thought for a moment with a stern face, then leaned towards the bed to make it easier for Shen Yanheng to grab his wrist.
This is the owner of the manor.
His life was given by the owner of the manor, and the owner could do whatever he wanted to him.
The man's palm was so hot that the scorching heat could be transmitted to An Qin through his sleeves. An Qin lowered his eyes obediently.
Chen Yanheng gently rubbed An Qin's wrist bones with his fingertips, staring at An Qin with a revealing look: "Darling, listen to my explanation, okay."
An Qin felt the tickling sensation of feathers brushing against his wrist, giving him goose bumps. He lowered his head even lower, not pulling his hand back, like a young wife letting herself be wasted. "As the owner commands."
Shen Yanheng: “…”
If it were any other time, and the one he loved was so well-behaved, Chen Yanheng would definitely be completely mesmerized by him. Even if someone threatened to kill him at that time, he would have wanted to cut open his heart and hand it to him. But now...
Looking at the young man in front of him who was extremely obedient to his master, the smile on Shen Yanheng's lips faded and he let go of An Qin.
An Qin's hand froze, not knowing whether to take it back.
He waited quietly for a moment, and when he realized that Shen Yanheng didn't seem to want to touch his hand anymore, he awkwardly withdrew his hand.
He had privately fantasized many times about meeting the owner of the manor, but the only thing he didn't expect was that the owner of the manor would touch his hand.
Perhaps he also secretly fantasized about standing next to the owner of the manor one day, with the owner holding his hand and solemnly and trustingly entrusting him with important tasks, but it would never be the case that the owner would touch his hand in an obscene manner and call him "sweetheart"!
"Get up." Shen Yanheng's voice was a little hoarse, and his tone was much lighter.
An Qin felt a little disappointed for no reason. Just as he was wondering how a secret guard could look down upon his master, Chen Yanheng's voice became even colder: "Get up."
An Qin quickly stood up.
Chen Yanheng finally saw the expression of An Qin, who had been keeping his head down. The young man had a serious expression, with a hint of confusion in his eyes.
Shen Yanheng couldn't help but slow down his voice and asked him gently: "What did you call me?"
An Qin glanced at him, but immediately looked away, "Master, your subordinate..."
Shen Yanheng: “…”
Shen Yanheng felt like he had punched cotton.
"Take off your clothes." His tone became cold and hard again.
An Qin didn't dare to disobey. He bit his lower lip, untied his belt, and quickly took off his clothes, leaving only a thin undershirt.
Shen Yanheng scanned An Qin from head to toe, "Take it off."
An Qin hesitated for a while, then untied the last restraint with trembling hands.
“Bang!”
The underwear and trousers fell onto the pile of clothes at his feet. An Qin's face turned red and white, his body tensed, and he felt extremely humiliated.
He was very sensitive to his reputation and only wanted to repay the manor owner for saving his life. His mind and eyes were filled with only the owner of the manor. Normally, he would not even masturbate. But now, the person he worshipped as a god in his mind saw him naked, and his eyes suddenly turned red. He wished he could find a crack in the ground to crawl into him.
"Master..."
Thinking about sacrificing oneself for the master was one thing, but actually standing there naked and being looked at by the master was another matter entirely. An Qin could not help but speak out.
Just when Chen Yanheng was about to spare An Qin, his thoughts were interrupted by his unromantic call of "Manor Master".
He even felt a little jealous of himself: An Qin was not so obedient in front of the Grand Tutor.
"If you want to stay with the master, of course the master has to inspect the goods first. Why didn't Fengyue Villa teach you this rule?" Chen Yanheng said with a half-smile: "Turn around and stick your butt up."
!!!
An Qin's eyes suddenly widened, his fists clenched and made a cracking sound, his innocent and handsome face turned red in an instant, and his fair skin was tinged with a light pink.
He stood there at a loss, his brain shutting down because of Shen Yanheng's explicit words.
Chen Yanheng said coldly: "Why, do you want to disobey orders?"
"I dare not."
An Qin's scalding blood immediately ran cold, and he even regretted his decision. A trace of grievance rose in his heart. It was clear that Chen Yanheng had never been so shameless before, and would never let him...
An Qin pursed his lips, turned around stiffly, and struck a shameful pose.
But Shen Yanheng became even more displeased: "Lie down."
An Qin obediently climbed onto the bed, carefully avoiding Shen Yanheng's injuries, and lay down naked beside him.
His life force was suddenly grabbed by someone, his whole body tensed up, he almost attacked with a palm strike, but he managed to hold it in.
Chen Yanheng said, "Come closer."
An Qin moved silently towards him.
Chen Yanheng's hand moved under the quilt, and with every inch it moved, An Qin's face turned redder.
Chen Yanheng stared at him closely, not missing a single expression on An Qin's face. After a long moment, he finally stopped, gently stroking An Qin's back. He said sullenly, "I hid my identity because I was afraid you'd agree to anything to repay me. I lied to you first, it's my fault. Honey, I accept the beatings and punishments you want. Just don't call me Manor Master anymore. Just be like before, okay?"
【Author’s words】
Chen Yanheng: What do you want to call me?
An Qin thought for a moment: working hours are called positions, and the subordinates are meeting with the owner of the manor.
Chen Yanheng: T^T
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