As soon as these words were spoken, the beautiful young man kneeling on the ground lowered his eyes, concealing the thick disgust within them.
Pei Henian, his face stern and cold, let out a cold laugh.
"Jiang Zhizhi, you're doing quite well!"
The girl whose full name he called blinked her long eyelashes, seemingly unaware of how inappropriate her words were, her tone exceptionally earnest.
"But Mr. Pei, if you're willing to undergo ** surgery for me, I will definitely continue to steadfastly admire you!"
"After all, I've liked you since a very, very, very long time ago!"
Jiang Zhizhi clearly saw the corner of Pei Henian's mouth twitch—the unattainable flower on a high peak.
As if having reached the limit of his patience, Pei Henian withdrew his gaze from her and swept it faintly over the young man beneath the showerhead—
The other was very young; even while being punished to kneel, his back remained straight.
The fabric of his shirt was somewhat poor quality, looking like cheap goods worth a few dozen yuan, yet his demeanor of neither humility nor arrogance was extraordinary.
Young.
Hah, pink.
Pei Henian sneered coldly, released the girl he had been restraining, and strode out of the room.
The oppressive atmosphere in the room suddenly eased. Jiang Zhizhi leaned stealthily against the wall and let out a long sigh of relief.
The next moment, a gaze fell upon her. Jiang Zhizhi unexpectedly met the other's eyes.
[Character: Lu Siyan]
[Setting: Poor yet strikingly beautiful, the gloomy male supporting character you bully and keep. Later turns dark, imprisons the female lead, and dies by falling into the sea.]
Jiang Zhizhi frowned: "…"
The villainous big shot perishes in a sea of fire; the gloomy male supporting character dies by falling into the sea.
One cremated, one buried.
What exactly is the female lead Qiao Yan's setting? How is it that not a single member of her harem meets a good end?
Whether three seconds or five passed, the room remained quiet.
Jiang Zhizhi snapped back to reality and was about to let Lu Siyan change into dry clothes before speaking.
But suddenly, Lu Siyan, meeting her gaze, abruptly raised his hand. His slender, well-defined fingers reached for the buttons.
Then, under her astonished gaze, he undid the buttons one by one.
Vivid red whip marks ran from his neck across his collarbone. The contours of his cold, pale chest muscles were clean, possessing a kind of beauty born from abuse.
Yet perhaps because his face was too strikingly beautiful—drenched by the shower, his flushed eye sockets, and his elegantly shaped thin lips—he looked pitiful and easy to bully.
He seemed accustomed to it; there was no humiliation in his eyes. Only after taking off his shirt did he pick up a rattan cane and walk step by step toward Jiang Zhizhi.
Lu Siyan's figure was slender but tall.
The light fell behind him, casting a black shadow that swallowed Jiang Zhizhi inch by inch.
Only when he drew near did Jiang Zhizhi realize that Lu Siyan's eyes were particularly cold and detached.
Unlike Pei Henian's aloof indifference that kept others at a distance.
The way Lu Siyan looked at her seemed as if he were gazing at a piece of wood, or perhaps a corpse—certainly not like he was looking at a living person.
His pupils were very dark, and the temperature in his gaze was exceptionally cold, especially when peering out from behind his black tousled hair, easily giving the sensation of being watched by a venomous snake.
Paired with the exquisite lower half of his face, there was a strange, eerie gloominess.
Like a venomous snake with intricate patterns, winding through wild grass, flicking its forked tongue, adopting an attacking posture.
Jiang Zhizhi instinctively wanted to retreat, but she was already pressed against the wall, with nowhere left to go.
But in the blink of an eye, Lu Siyan lowered his gaze once more.
His long, thick lashes cast dense shadows beneath his eyes, making him appear docile.
With utmost deference, he handed the rattan cane to Jiang Zhizhi and then bent down.
His tall shadow gradually receded until he knelt at her feet.
Jiang Zhizhi looked down somewhat bewildered at the person prostrated before her.
Lu Siyan’s voice was hoarse as he addressed her:
“Young Miss.”
“The rattan cane was freshly cut and washed with saltwater.”
“It won’t dirty your hands.”
As he spoke, she could clearly see his chest rising and falling rapidly. Glistening droplets rolled along the curves of his wounds, spreading a bloody crimson.
Fresh injuries layered over old ones, the torn flesh swollen and pale from soaking.
Jiang Zhizhi’s brow furrowed slightly, a pang of pity stirring within her.
At the same time, the words above Lu Siyan’s head updated.
【The Villainess Supporting Character Jiang Zhizhi was abandoned by all and left to wander the streets, only to be taken in by Lu Siyan.】
The girl in the light clearly froze for a moment.
Even after the original host had treated Lu Siyan so cruelly, he would still take her in?
The green rattan cane clattered to the floor, slipping from her fingertips.
Lu Siyan’s eyes darkened for an instant as he respectfully reached to pick it up.
Their Young Miss had countless ways to torment others. If even whipping him with the rattan cane couldn’t satisfy her now, he wondered what new method she would devise to torture him.
Perhaps his earlier words had displeased her.
That must be why she deliberately dropped the cane, intending to punish him in another way.
Suppressing the surging hatred in his heart, Lu Siyan’s gloomy eyes reflected a cold gleam as he grasped the end of the cane.
At the same time, Pei Henian’s footsteps returned, and his voice followed,
“Jiang Zhizhi—”
Jiang Zhizhi instinctively turned her head, naturally missing the second half of the updated sentence above Lu Siyan’s head.
【But in secret, Jiang Zhizhi was locked in the basement, enduring both physical and psychological torment day after day.】
The man standing by the door was tall and poised, his gaze sweeping over the two in the bathroom—one standing, one kneeling.
“Miss Jiang’s tastes are truly… remarkable.”
His flat tone sent a shiver down Jiang Zhizhi’s spine.
“However, I have no interest in spectating. Would you kindly ask someone outside to open the door?”
His words were polite, but his tone grew increasingly icy.
Jiang Zhizhi felt an inexplicable chill on her neck, as if a guillotine blade hung overhead, ready to drop at any moment.
“Is the door locked? I’ll go check—”
A muffled cough interrupted her, and Jiang Zhizhi’s steps suddenly halted.
Behind her, Lu Siyan, kneeling on the damp floor, was coughing uncontrollably. The force of it bent his body into a taut bow.
His black hair trembled with each cough, his pale face flushed unnaturally, and even the wounds on his shoulders seeped a faint pink from the violent spasms.
Jiang Zhizhi hesitated for a second before turning around. Under Pei Henian’s gaze, she opened the cabinet, pulled out a towel, and wrapped it around Lu Siyan.
Lu Siyan’s arched body stiffened like a cement-filled puppet as he slowly lifted his head to look at the person before him.
The girl with rosy lips and pearly teeth curved her eyes into a sweet, delicate smile, the rounded corners of her almond-shaped eyes tilting upward.
The sudden closeness was overwhelming, and the rich scent of roses washed over him, leaving Lu Siyan momentarily stunned.
He allowed her to loosen the towel around his shoulders, careful to avoid touching his wounds.
After finishing everything, she smiled and patted his damp hair again, as if petting an unwanted stray dog.
Her movements were fluid and effortless, the rich scent of roses shifting from strong to faint.
She said nothing, simply stood up and left.
Leaving Lu Siyan kneeling stiffly in place, clutching a corner of the towel, somewhat at a loss.
Meanwhile, Pei Henian, standing by the door, watched with a cold glint in his eyes as that delicate figure brushed past him.
A soft, sweet fragrance wafted toward him—rosy lips, pearly teeth, a slender waist like jade—reminiscent of an intimate moment from just minutes ago, when they had been whispering close.
Unfortunately, the little scoundrel before him was a liar. She claimed to have had a crush on him for twelve years, yet clearly took better care of other men.
Pei Henian’s gaze swept over the impoverished young man kneeling on the floor, lingering on the towel wrapped around him. He paused.
Well, well. The towel was pink, too.
At the suite door, Jiang Zhizhi gripped the handle, mustering all her strength to turn it, then pulled downward. It didn’t open.
“What’s wrong? Don’t tell me the key is missing.”
Pei Henian’s deep, resonant voice sounded from behind her, carrying a dangerous chill.
“Or perhaps you only agreed on the surface.”
“In reality, you still have some shady little trick up your sleeve, waiting to pull it out later—”
Pei Henian’s tone paused subtly, his thin lips uttering a few words,
“To make me willingly serve you.”
Jiang Zhizhi choked on his words, coughing once.
“How could that be? Mr. Pei, how could you think of me that way?”
“I’ve already promised I won’t bother you anymore. From now on, I’ll turn over a new leaf and start afresh!”
Jiang Zhizhi swore earnestly, but before her words had fully faded, a loud clang echoed from beside the wardrobe.
Jiang Zhizhi abruptly fell silent, staring at the tightly closed wardrobe door.
A sense of foreboding washed over her.
Pei Henian frowned slightly, his gaze shifting from her face to the closed wardrobe door.
Meanwhile, Lu Siyan, still dripping wet and wrapped in a towel, had just stepped out of the bathroom when another loud clang echoed through the room.
Three pairs of eyes locked onto the same direction.
Amid the violent crashing sounds, with a final boom, the wardrobe door shattered into pieces.
Amid the flying wood splinters, a pair of long legs kicked open the broken door.
A handsome young man with mixed-ethnic features, his clothes disheveled, appeared in their line of sight. His sapphire-blue peach-blossom eyes fixed on Jiang Zhizhi as he gritted his teeth,
“Jiang Zhizhi, you’re done for!”