After forming a covenant with the interstellar bosses

She took one and gave it to him, whispering that she didn't need them. Only then did the two of them behave themselves, kneeling on either side of Song Yu. They refused to sit down even when she asked them to.

"According to Jiang's rules, even if you, the guest, do not need service, we still have to kneel and wait."

Song Yu “…”

This is absolutely illegal.

"Xiao Chen, I heard that you sent Jiang Feng for extensive plastic surgery?"

Jiang Honglian asked a woman behind Song Yu. Although her name was Xiao Chen, she was obviously at least 40 years old.

"Yes, Your Excellency," the woman named Xiao Chen chuckled, "I gave him a pair of breasts as big as a woman's. It's been over a month, but he still refuses to see anyone or go out. He's mad at me. Humph, he can't change them back without my permission, so I don't know what he's mad about."

Jiang Feng is Jiang Honglian's youngest brother.

"Sir, I brought a few people from outside the courtyard today. They have specially prepared a dance for you. How about letting them come up and let you take a look?" Xiao Chen suggested when he saw that Jiang Honglian was in a good mood.

"What is an outer courtyard person?" Song Yu asked the man in front of her.

The man smiled and said, "Ms. Song, most of these nobles are not of high rank, and the number of matches in the civil affairs system is determined by rank."

Song Yu understood that these people were of low level and could only be matched with four to six matches, but how could that satisfy their selfish desires? And those so-called "outsiders" were probably just men they kept at home for entertainment, men who weren't even considered matches.

Sure enough, four men soon came in. Each of them had terrifyingly long legs, buttocks that were more charming than the women with crinolines in the Middle Ages on Earth, and waists that were ridiculously thin, as if they had their ribs removed. Moreover, each of them had a bulging chest.

The women listened and the men began to dance.

"It's pointless. Making a man look like a woman. Xiao Chen, you don't like women, do you?" Jiang Honglian teased, disagreeing with this "transformation" plan. "I like thin ones, white and thin. My matches, especially the two younger ones, can now eat once every two days. That little waist, so fragile, tsk tsk..."

"I don't like that," said a woman in her fifties behind Song Yu. "Second sister, what's the point of being skinny like a skeleton? Hehehe, I still like the younger ones, preferably under 16, tender enough to squeeze out water. Tie their hands and feet to the round bed, just like an ancient bed warmer." As she spoke, she ordered the people she brought with her, "Go and call the best ones, and have them show me, Second sister."

"You guys, your matches are going to hurt you," someone else said from the other side. "All my matches are plump and fair at home. I met a new one last year, fair and pretty, but she works for a government department and is so arrogant she refused to go home. I managed to coax her into a contract, but the next day she was locked up. She was locked up for six months, and only after the government department voluntarily dismissed her was she able to go home peacefully. Now she's finally weighed 257 pounds."

"If you do this, won't they all depend on you for their livelihood?" Jiang Honglian asked.

"Raise them? What's the point of raising them? I'll only keep them for as long as I brought them when I signed the contract. When I run out of money, I'll kick them all out and find new ones. This way, I can keep them at home and replace them with new ones one by one. It's like living in heaven."

"High, you are still high."

Soon, the people called by the woman who liked young people arrived. As expected, each of them was only about sixteen years old, and each one looked younger than the other. Their faces were pale from not seeing the sun for years. Seeing so many people in the main hall, they were so scared that they hid beside their master and dared not look up.

……

This topic is still going on, and many people have put forward their own "hobbies". In comparison, Jiang Honglian is not the most perverted.

Song Yu listened to them as if she were listening to a ghost story, as if a huge stone was pressing on her chest. She thought that Princess Luo Er, Song Yang and she were not abusive partners, but they were definitely not the kind of extremely kind and compassionate family heads. Even though she was usually nice to them, she still couldn't control herself and beat Tang Zhishu a few days ago.

I didn't expect that there are people like this.

This Jiang family is simply a nest of perverts.

Jiang Yan, have you been facing these since childhood?

The man kneeling in front of her was massaging her legs, with half of his arm exposed, and there were many needle holes on it.

In this world, especially in the capital star circle, there are enough medical cabins and injections are no longer necessary.

"How did this happen?"

The man withdrew his hand, not daring to answer.

"Tell me in secret." Song Yu bent down and seemed to be having a great time with the two of them.

The man was forced to say in a low voice: "Miss Song, my master likes fair skin. I am not fair enough. The master ordered people to draw blood regularly, which will make me look whiter."

Song Yu was taught another lesson. If the nobles were like this, would the common people be like this too?

"You have a family head?"

The man looked around. "Everything in this room is available. I can earn more in one day here than I normally would in half a year. Many people are willing to send their matches here."

Song Yu almost cursed out loud. After she traveled through time, she had formed a pact with Tang Zhishu and had always lived a comfortable life. She had never cared about how the lower-class families survived. However, this man's head of the family was quite perverted.

"Miss Song, I heard that Jiang Yan has been with you recently?"

Not knowing where the topic was going, Jiang Honglian suddenly asked Song Yu.

Song Yu inexplicably didn't want to associate Jiang Yan with this kind of occasion, so he just nodded slightly.

"That kid Jiang Yan actually made it to S-rank. Tsk, tsk, I wonder what it's like to play at S-rank," said the guy who liked to tie his matchmakers to the bed. "He must be very durable, and very..."

Realizing that what she said was inappropriate, she looked at Song Yu, then at Jiang Honglian, and stopped talking.

"Speaking of S-level, among all of us, only Miss Song has an S-level match," another voice came out from nowhere, "Hehe, it must be a unique experience."

"Not only is he S-rank, he's also a prince. He's one of the few men in the world who can be the head of a family. Men like that are probably too strong and hard to control."

Song Yu began to feel irritated. She didn't want to get involved in these people's conversations, but thinking that Jiang Yan still had to go find his father, she thought it would be better not to cause any trouble here, so she endured it and occasionally said a perfunctory word or two.

"What prince? Song Yu, are you saying bad things about my brother behind his back again?"

A hearty voice came from outside, and Princess Roll came in elegantly dressed, surrounded by several servants.

As soon as she appeared, everyone stood up, even Jiang Honglian, who had always been as steady as a rock, trotted out to greet her.

The ambiguous atmosphere that originally lingered in the room was diluted a little.

"your Highness."

The nobles saluted in unison.

Now Song Yu knew that she was the only one present who was not a noble, because she was the only one who did not bend down.

Princess Luo was invited to take a seat. There was no "male waiter" beside her. When someone asked about it, Princess Luo only gave two words as an answer.

"It's dirty."

Then she saw Song Yu sitting face to face with her. Seeing two men kneeling in front of her, he couldn't help showing a look of disgust.

"Why are you like this?"

Song Yu was speechless. It was the first time she had seen such a scene, and she didn't know it was possible. She had to admit that Princess Luo Er was indeed more experienced in certain situations than she was.

But I'm glad that Princess Roll is here. At least I don't have to listen to those disgusting speeches anymore.

"There's just someone serving me." Song Yu pretended not to care.

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On the other side, Tang Zhishu just arrived at the side hall and saw an acquaintance, Hu Rong, also known as Teacher Hu.

Ever since he saw him and Song Yu team up to crush the SS-level monster, he no longer dared to challenge Tang Zhishu. He also refused to continue the class that time, and he persuaded the other two teachers to leave overnight.

"Teacher Xiao Hu, long time no see." Tang Zhishu was very "enthusiastic".

Hu Rong ducked back. He had come with his mother, one of whose matches was a son of the Jiang family. His invitation wasn't without his past as Prince Boya's tutor for three days.

"You, you're here." Hu Rong said uncomfortably, "I'm telling you, I'm not afraid of you."

"I never said you were afraid of me." Tang Zhishu smiled and went to meet several of Jiang Honglian's matches.

Compared to the main hall, there are not so many messy people in the side hall. Most of them are men from the same circle. For example, the Ouyang brothers were soon called over by several company bosses. There were also several first-line stars discussing how to maintain their figure. Most people couldn't understand what the people in the academic circle said. There were even a few military officers who were waiting for their comforters with a serious face.

When Tang Zhishu arrived, he was treated like Princess Luo Er over there. Everyone stood up to greet him, but not as exaggeratedly as Jiang Honglian. He didn't want to get too close to anyone. In fact, he was not from any circle. If you could be considered, he could barely be considered a dandy aristocrat.

So, I can only make fun of Teacher Xiao Hu.

"Actually, since you do such a good job at housework, it's time for you to take the initiative to find a comforter..."