21 – The Young Lady and the Second Young Master Got Into a Fight
It’s not that six million is particularly expensive, but spending it on Xie Yurao is simply not worth it to Xie Jingchuan.
Given the profound “affection” they once shared by feeding each other poison.
Spending even six hundred on her would feel like too much.
At that moment, Xie Yurao spoke up again, “It’s just a mere six million.”
She let out a light hum, sitting on the sofa opposite him, casually crossing her fair, slender legs.
With a haughty and delicate tone, she addressed the man, “Being so stingy with your only sister—are you saving up for a wife?”
Xie Jingchuan: “?”
Before Xie Jingchuan could respond, Xie Yurao suddenly covered her mouth as if struck by a realization.
“Oh, I almost forgot, you don’t even have a wife.”
“…”
What a way to twist the knife.
Xie Jingchuan suffered from gynophobia. He couldn’t touch women; the moment he did, he would instinctively feel nauseated and immediately need to wash and disinfect his hands.
Others might not know, but Xie Yurao was well aware.
Yet, she feigned ignorance, opening her beautiful fox-like eyes and boldly letting her gaze sweep over the area below the man’s waist.
Her voice carried a lazy, sweet tone.
“Brother, you’re not… incapable, are you?”
As soon as she finished speaking, the maids’ eyes collectively shifted to Xie Jingchuan.
No… way…
The second young master didn’t seem like the type to be incapable.
But he was already 25, and indeed, no one had ever heard of him having a sweetheart or girlfriend…
Well…
If the hardware wasn’t up to par, no matter how handsome he was, it would be useless.
Having spent so much time around Xie Yurao, these maids hadn’t learned much else, but they had certainly adopted her boldness. They all stared curiously and unabashedly at his crotch.
Xie Jingchuan had never been scrutinized like a monkey before. His face turned livid with anger.
His icy gaze swept over the group of maids as he roared, “What are you looking at?!”
His mixed-race eyes, tinged with a deep blue, seemed to frost over, startling the maids and making them quickly lower their heads, not daring to look again.
“Why are you so fierce?”
A muffled, delicate voice chimed in. Xie Yurao was eating the dessert Chen Yi had prepared for her while casually remarking:
“Could it be that I hit a nerve and you’re just lashing out?”
The maids thought: Honestly, it really does seem that way.
A man’s dignity was not something to be casually challenged. Xie Jingchuan couldn’t hold back any longer.
He slammed his hand on the coffee table, shouting at her furiously, “Xie Yurao!”
Clatter—
The sound startled Xie Yurao so much that she dropped the small spoon in her hand.
She was naturally delicate and fragile, a true weakling in combat, and having grown accustomed to being protected by a highly skilled bodyguard, she was easily frightened.
Xie Jingchuan sneered as he raised his eyes, his tone dark and menacing. “So, you’re the only one with a mouth who knows how to talk, is that it?”
“No, you have one too,” Xie Yurao retorted, remembering she was in her own home and had nothing to fear. Xie Jingchuan wouldn’t dare hit her, would he?
Feeling reassured, she picked up her small spoon and continued eating, adding, “But you can’t out-talk me.”
The queen of sharp-tongued banter.
With that little mouth of hers chattering away, she could infuriate anyone to death. Truly, no one could out-argue her.
“Fine.”
Xie Jingchuan nodded, then slowly rose from the sofa, methodically rolling up the sleeves of his shirt.
Xie Yurao: “?”
Her internal alarm bells rang loudly. What was he planning?
The man narrowed his striking, elongated eyes, as if reading her thoughts, and let out a cold, mocking laugh.
“Since I can’t out-talk you, I won’t bother talking anymore.”
If Xie Yurao still couldn’t tell he wanted to beat her up, then she’d have wasted all her years of experience.
“A gentleman uses words, not fists—don’t you know that?”
She spoke with righteous confidence, yet couldn’t help leaning back slightly.
“A gentleman?”
Xie Jingchuan sneered coldly at her. “What kind of gentleman am I?”
The handsome, silver-haired man with an almost demonic allure curled his lips into a sinister, chilling smile. His gaze fell on her like a slimy, venomous snake.
“In your eyes, aren’t I just an illegitimate son who can’t even be brought into the open?”
At this point, even Chen Yi grew anxious, hurriedly signaling Xiao Yu to go to the backyard and find Mr. Tan.
Then she shot Xie Yurao a warning look: Don’t say anything reckless, my dear. Auntie Chen is old and fragile—if something happens, I won’t be able to stop it.
Xie Yurao received the message and nodded.
Chen Yi breathed a sigh of relief.
Then she heard this little troublemaker lift her chin at the second young master and declare haughtily, “I’m impressed you still have such self-awareness.”
Instantly, Xie Jingchuan’s expression darkened.
Chen Yi: Oh dear.
We’re done for.
…
“Mr. Tan, Mr. Tan.”
Tan Shen had just finished packing his luggage and was about to take a shower when his room door was knocked on urgently.
He frowned, quickly adjusted his clothes, and went to open the door.
“What is it?”
The man’s intensely masculine presence burst into view, and Xiao Yu was caught off guard by a direct assault of raw hormones.
The half-open collar, his wheat-toned skin, and the faint outline of abdominal muscles…
Her face flushed bright red in an instant, and she stumbled over her words.
“Do… do you have time now?”
Tan Shen looked at her, his brow slightly furrowed. “No.”
His tone was exceptionally cold, the refusal blunt.
Xie Yurao often complained that Tan Shen treated her coldly, unaware that was already his rare state of gentleness.
After speaking, Tan Shen moved to close the door.
Only then did Xiao Yu remember why she was there and hurriedly said anxiously, “But the young mistress…”
Tan Shen’s hand on the door abruptly stopped. He looked up, his voice low. “What happened to her?”
Xiao Yu met his deep, dark eyes and nervously swallowed.
“The young mistress and the second young master… they’re fighting in the living room…”
As soon as the words fell, the door in front of her was suddenly pulled open.
The man’s handsome, stern face was tense as he strode toward the front hall without another word.
His cold eyes narrowed. “Xie Jingchuan… he really dares.”
To come right to their doorstep and start a fight.
Tan Shen feared that by the time he reached the front hall, he’d see his pampered little fox surrounded by Xie Jingchuan and his men, ready to attack.
Though sometimes he thought the little fox was too spoiled and wanted to teach her a lesson.
But actually laying hands on her? Not allowed.
Tan Shen’s face darkened as he hurried to the front hall. Hearing the chaotic sounds inside, he raised his leg, ready to kick the door open.
Suddenly, a clear, bright voice rang out—
“Pah, what kind of lousy brother are you?”
“You’re just Shakespeare’s nephew—a real piece of work!”
Tan Shen: “…”
He vaguely understood why Xie Jingchuan wanted to hit her.
But the young mistress, who loved to stir trouble despite being weak, clearly only had the skill to talk tough.
“Ah, he’s coming—stop him!!”
“…”
Tan Shen silently lowered his leg and pushed the door open instead.
As expected, the front hall was now a chaotic mess, almost too painful to witness.
The young mistress, holding up her vibrant long skirt, was running around in her fluffy slippers as if fleeing for her life, her long, curly hair cascading over her shoulders.
Chen Yi spread her arms to block his path, shielding her like a mother hen protecting her chicks.
“Miss, run, run quickly…”
The remaining flock of chattering maids gathered around Xie Jingchuan, trying to hold him back. A wave of perfume wafted through the air as they cooed in sweet, pleading tones.
“Second Young Master, please calm down…”
Surrounded by so many women at once, Xie Jingchuan’s misogyny flared up instantly, triggering a physical wave of nausea.
“You all—ugh—”