3 So This Is Second Master’s Type
Platinum Manor.
Located in the prime golden triangle area, this manor covered a vast expanse of land that stretched beyond the horizon. It was the largest manor in the entire Imperial Capital.
Ling Qing Ruan stepped out of the car and saw such a massive place for the first time. It looked like an amusement park—no, it was even bigger than an amusement park!
“Is this your home?” Ling Qing Ruan asked in amazement.
“Yes. After you marry me, you’ll live here.”
Ling Qing Ruan shook her head blankly. She didn’t really understand the concept of marriage yet, and besides, she didn’t want to get married so early. She still needed to finish university, then find a really good job.
That way, she wouldn’t have to go home anymore and endure her mother’s scolding.
Si Zhanhan held Ling Qing Ruan’s hand as they walked toward a large fountain ahead. The statue depicted a Greek goddess, and the pond was filled with colorful koi fish.
Surrounding them were flower beds where servants were trimming the plants. They all glanced sideways when they saw their Second Master bringing back a woman.
In all these years, this was the first time their Second Master had brought a woman home. No, she looked more like a girl—probably only eighteen or nineteen years old, with a trace of youthful innocence in her features.
Her eyebrows and eyes were delicate and clear, her facial features exquisite and beautiful, and her skin fair and tender. In a few more years, she would undoubtedly become a great beauty.
“Fish!”
Ling Qing Ruan spotted the red koi and finally broke into a smile. Her smile was particularly lovely—her eyes curved into crescents, and two small dimples appeared on her cheeks.
Si Zhanhan asked, “You like fish?”
“Yes, I like red koi. I heard that seeing them brings good luck. I want to make a wish.”
Ling Qing Ruan clasped her hands together over her chest, closed her eyes, and silently made a wish.
Si Zhanhan shook his head helplessly. She really was an eighteen or nineteen-year-old girl—he never believed in making wishes. If he wanted something, he would strive for it himself.
“Is this your home? Your home is so big. The only place I’ve seen this large is an amusement park, but… Mom never let me go.” Ling Qing Ruan’s voice grew softer.
“Yes. Tomorrow I’ll go back with you. With me there, your parents won’t give you a hard time.”
Ling Qing Ruan said, “No… I… I can’t go back. Mom sent me out to work a summer job, and I haven’t earned ten thousand yuan yet. I can’t go back.”
“Summer job?”
“Yes.”
Si Zhanhan looked at the frail girl before him. She was working a summer job?
“I’ll cover the money. Tomorrow, take me to see your parents.”
Ling Qing Ruan nodded. Although he had done something terrible to her, this man wasn’t entirely bad after all. She decided not to report him.
“Let’s have breakfast first. It’s already 10 o’clock—you must be hungry.”
Ling Qing Ruan touched her empty stomach. She was indeed hungry, and her stomach chose that moment to rumble loudly. She was so embarrassed she wished she could find a hole to crawl into.
Si Zhanhan had the servants prepare a lavish breakfast. The several-meter-long table was laden with food.
Ling Qing Ruan had never seen such an extravagant feast before. There were even some things she had never encountered, like the large crab in the center—she had never eaten one, though she had seen others eating them in restaurants.
“Why aren’t you eating? Does it not suit your taste? I’ll have them bring another table.” Si Zhanhan’s cool voice broke the silence.
Ling Qing Ruan lowered her head. “No, it’s just… I don’t know how to eat these things. I’ve never seen food like this before.”
Si Zhanhan personally peeled hairy crabs for Ling Qing Ruan, elegantly cut her steak, and placed it on her plate himself. “Eat, I’ve cut it for you.”
“Thank you.”
Ling Qing Ruan picked up her small fork and began eating, her cheeks puffed out adorably as her dark eyes darted around curiously.
Si Zhanhan focused entirely on serving Ling Qing Ruan, not eating a single bite himself.
“You… you should eat too. I still don’t know your name.”
Ling Qing Ruan asked softly, stealing a glance at the man’s handsome face before immediately lowering her gaze, afraid he might notice.
So handsome… even more so than the celebrities she followed.
(´･ω･)
“My name is Si Zhanhan.”
“Si… Zhanhan.” Ling Qing Ruan repeated the man’s name, committing it to memory.
After being fed until she was full, Ling Qing Ruan looked up to find Si Zhanhan’s gaze meeting hers. Their eyes locked, and Ling Qing Ruan found herself falling into his bottomless dark pupils before nervously looking away.
“This medicine… do you want to apply it yourself, or should I do it for you?”
Ling Qing Ruan clutched her clothes and shook her head vigorously, snatching the medicine from Si Zhanhan’s hand.
“I’ll do it myself.”
“Alright, I’ll take you to my room.”
Si Zhanhan held the girl’s hand. His 189cm frame paired with her 160cm height created about a 30cm difference, yet they walked together in perfect harmony.
Watching their retreating figures, Mu Yun and Mu Yu exchanged bewildered looks. What was going on?
Their Second Master never allowed anyone into his room, let alone women—even the cleaning staff were forbidden entry.
“Mu Yu, do you think that woman might actually become our mistress?”
“Impossible. Besides crying, she doesn’t seem capable of anything. She’s so delicate and weak—a gust of wind could knock her over. I really don’t see the use of such a woman.”
“You’re right, that’s what I think too.”
The two were in unusual agreement. Could it be that their Second Master actually preferred fragile, delicate women?
Who would have thought… this was Second Master’s type.
“This is my room. Go in and apply the medicine.”
“Okay.”
Ling Qing Ruan entered the room and decisively closed the door. Si Zhanhan, who had been about to follow her in, found himself shut out and could only stand outside.
This was the first time he had ever been barred from his own room…
The dimly-toned room was simple yet high-end, containing only two desks, a chair, and a neatly made bed.
Ling Qing Ruan removed her clothes, revealing numerous marks on her tender skin that looked quite severe. She gently applied the medicine.
“Ruan Ruan…The man’s deep, magnetic voice sounded, especially when calling her name—unexpectedly pleasant. Ling Qing Ruan felt something stirring within her heart.
The door opened to reveal Ling Qing Ruan fully dressed, though her face was slightly flushed.
Si Zhanhan asked, “Finished applying the medicine? If you’re tired, rest for a while. I need to go to the company and will be back tonight.”
“Mm, go ahead with your work. Don’t worry about me.” Ling Qing Ruan nodded obediently.
Before leaving, Si Zhanhan took Ling Qing Ruan’s phone and saved his phone number and WeChat contact.
He specifically instructed the servants to take good care of Ling Qing Ruan.
Ling Qing Ruan held her phone and saw the man’s WeChat account. His profile picture was something very abstract that she couldn’t understand—probably not something someone her age should comprehend.
I clicked into his Moments again, but there was nothing there…
Alright, aside from his name, everything about him remains a mystery.