Bo Shiyue strode upstairs, leaving the mess to the steward.
Steward Jing glanced at the servant who had been working at the Manor for several years. “Did the young mistress order you to do this?” As he spoke, he picked up the phone that had fallen on the floor. It contained numerous photos and several videos.
Mr. Bo and the young lady rarely engaged in playful banter in front of others. Usually, when people sensed the ambiguous atmosphere between the two, they would leave. Only this servant had secretly taken many photos and videos. Otherwise, Xi Ning would never have known that the young lady liked to lose her temper with Mr. Bo.
The servant nodded. “Uncle Jing, I didn’t do anything else, I promise I won’t do it again!”
Nothing else? Wasn’t this enough?
Steward Jing slapped him across the face and gripped his jaw fiercely. “If Mr. Bo were to fly into a rage, blood would be spilled on the spot. Do you think you’d even have a chance to explain?”
It was only because Miss Mu had just gone upstairs, and Mr. Bo didn’t want her to see his ruthless side, that he had handed the servant over to Steward Jing to deal with. If Miss Mu weren’t here, the servant would already be a corpse by now!
“Get out! Tell the young mistress that if there’s a next time, Mr. Bo will not hesitate to wipe out the Xi family!”
The servant’s face turned pale with terror. The Xi family was Madam Bo’s maiden family—Mr. Bo’s maternal relatives! How could Mr. Bo dare to do such a thing?
The next moment, Steward Jing shot him a fierce glare. “Perhaps you’d like to test that theory first?”
Several bodyguards lifted him, gagged him to prevent any noise from reaching Miss Mu’s ears, and dragged him out of the Manor. Only after he was outside did they proceed to beat him mercilessly—breaking two of his ribs, knocking out several teeth, and leaving his face swollen like a pig’s head. A few of his fingers were also crushed under their feet.
The bodyguards then stepped back in unison. “Scram!”
Bruised and battered all over, he didn’t dare resist. Struggling, he staggered forward.
*
When Bo Shiyue reached upstairs, the master bedroom door was indeed locked from the inside. The little girl’s temper was growing—she even knew how to lock the door now.
He raised his well-defined fingers and knocked. “Tangtang~” Bo Shiyue’s voice, though cool, carried a hint of indulgence. He wasn’t the least bit angry at the little girl’s tantrum; instead, a faint smile lingered at the corners of his eyes and brows.
Lying on the bed, Mu Wantang snorted, turned over, and ignored him. She wasn’t going to let this bad guy in!
Bo Shiyue patiently knocked again. “Tangtang, didn’t the call just now ask you to visit her at the hospital? Do you want to go out?”
Go out? Could she really go out?
Hearing this, Mu Wantang’s eyes lit up, and a smile she couldn’t hide tugged at her lips. But not wanting Bo Shiyue to think she was so easily appeased, she snorted arrogantly again. She continued lying on the bed, tugging at the rabbit ears on her hood without saying a word.
“If you don’t answer, I’ll assume you don’t want to go out. Steward Jing, add another meter to the Manor’s walls!”
Before his words faded, the little girl had already rushed over in a panic, yanking the door open abruptly. Pointing at him, she threatened fiercely, “You can’t do that!”
Another meter higher, and even with a ladder, she wouldn’t be able to climb out!
As Mu Wantang focused solely on arguing with Bo Shiyue about this, she completely missed the sly glint that flashed in the man’s eyes.
The man stepped slowly into the room, forcing Mu Wantang to retreat step by step.
Still stubbornly glaring at him, “You, don’t come any closer!”
Bang.
The room door closed.
The white rabbit had nowhere to escape, nowhere to retreat, becoming the prey of the big bad wolf.
Early the next morning.
Mu Wantang rubbed her sore cheeks, groaning several times.
Her cherry-colored lips were slightly deeper in hue, glistening with moisture, tender to the extreme.
Two days ago, as punishment for her escape attempt, he had been too forceful and injured her. That delicate area couldn’t withstand any touch at all, and last night she had cried over it for quite a while.
Bo Shiyue felt very reluctant, but without some punishment, she never seemed to learn her lesson, still thinking about running away.
Watching her examine herself in the mirror first thing in the morning, looking over and over before turning back to glare at him fiercely.
In that glance, Bo Shiyue saw nothing else, only feeling that her coy shyness surpassed even before.
After a long while, the young girl pouted with pink lips and reluctantly climbed onto the bed.
Bo Shiyue leaned against the bedside lighting a cigarette, smoke curling before his eyes, simply feeling the young girl was soft and adorable.
Mu Wantang deliberately moved close to him, then suddenly coughed several times.
Knowing full well she was pretending, Bo Shiyue still extinguished the cigarette in his hand and threw it into the ashtray.
The young girl deliberately glanced at it, then leaned over him, reaching out to grab the ashtray and throw it into the trash can.
Not forgetting to sit up, one hand on her hip pretending to be unreasonable, the other grabbing his collar, “You promised, today I can go out!”
Bo Shiyue slightly raised his waist, the clear contours of his abdominal muscles touching her skin.
Such a delicate place couldn’t withstand this.
Mu Wantang let out a shy whimper, burying herself in his embrace not daring to move recklessly.
After breakfast.
Bo Shiyue brought a large lunchbox containing pastries and drinks prepared by the kitchen.
Rarely going out, he always felt outside food wasn’t clean.
Last time they went out, the young girl had insisted on eating street food, resulting in stomach problems and a midnight hospital visit.
It pained him so much he didn’t dare close his eyes all night.
He had the kitchen chefs learn many street food recipes – at home, clean and hygienic.
Using only the best ingredients.
Thinking about going out to play today made Mu Wantang super happy. In over three years since the big bad wolf brought her here, she could count her outings on one hand.
Hmph!
She could even count how many trees and ants were in the manor.
When he wasn’t busy it was okay, but when he got busy he had no time for her.
There was a period when Mu Wantang, feeling stifled alone, would talk to flowers and plants, making the servants think she had mental problems.
After that, Bo Shiyue became even more afraid to let her leave his sight.
Stepping outside the villa entrance, standing under the corridor, the Special Assistant hadn’t yet brought the car around when Mu Wantang already began excitedly stomping her feet.
Bo Shiyue wanted to carry her, not wanting the young girl he raised with pampering to be tainted by outside dust.
Mu Wantang wasn’t having it.
She wanted to play, not be carried by him!
Suddenly, a cool sensation touched her wrist.
Click.
Looking down, a silver bracelet appeared on her wrist.
Mu Wantang raised her hand, blinking confusedly. Bo Shiyue had actually handcuffed them together.
“Like this, the police uncle will arrest you!”
Mu Wantang anxiously tried to pull it off.
Knowing her inherent divine strength, Bo Shiyue specially had it made from special materials – at least for now, the young girl’s strength couldn’t break the handcuffs.
Mu Wantang tugged several times but couldn’t open it, glaring angrily at Bo Shiyue before turning her little face away.
She didn’t want to pay him any more attention.
Bo Shiyue, holding a large food box in his other hand, simply waved it in front of her and leaned his cheek closer.
The little girl’s soft lips immediately pressed against his cheek with a gentle smack, sweet and obedient.
Blinking her eyes, she looked utterly well-behaved and understanding.
Adorably fierce yet timid.