All the members are good people, only the host is a pervert

Lin Ruan, masked, entered the slave auction hall. She quietly observed the young men on the stage, silently commenting on them, but never placing a bid. Having experienced so many worlds, Lin Ruan felt her desires had waned considerably. After all, she had experienced all kinds of men and all kinds of play. She had come today simply to watch the excitement.

"Seven hundred and twenty-six, starting bid fifty taels."

On the auction table, a young boy of only fourteen years old was turning around and dressing numbly. The thin gauze could not hide much of his beauty. He didn't know how many women, old and young, were looking at him with critical eyes in the audience.

Each man's name is numbered, and the starting price for each man is fifty taels.

Lin Ruan complained to the system: "As expected, everything in the capital is expensive. If it were in Songyang County, the starting price would only be ten taels."

System: "This is what I told you. Why are you acting so arrogant in front of me? Bah!"

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Everyone was chatting idly, no one caring about the fate of the man on the stage. I thought I was here just to watch the fun, but I didn't expect that the man's number was 250 and he was unsold.

"Two hundred fifty, fifty taels, starting price five taels, start bidding now!" The auctioneer repeated it three times. Even Lin Ruan couldn't help but look up, but she was stunned after just one look.

The boy's appearance was not particularly outstanding, but his pair of wet, puppy-like eyes caught Lin Ruan's eye.

"I'll give you fifty taels," she said.

His dull, numb eyes lit up at the sight of a distinctly young voice. Was he bought? No more slavery, no more brothel life. The voice was a young woman. Good thing. Young women probably had fewer tricks than old women, and were more gentle. Perhaps he could live longer.

Although it is not necessarily the case, after all, cruel women are of all ages, and women participating in auctions do not have to think about finding a good man. However, as long as one is a human being, how can he not have a glimmer of hope in his heart?

No one raised the price again, so the maid led Lin Ruan to pay the money and sent the boy numbered 250 to her.

Lin Ruan took him home and named him Aqiao, because the system strongly opposed Lin Ruan using numbers again!

Lin Ruan: You don't understand how difficult it is to come up with a name! I spent a lot of money to install the emotion system and you're going to make trouble with me!

System:o(′^｀)o

After returning home, Lin Ruan took A Qiao to meet Chi Wen Ning first. After all, he was her official servant, so she would still give him the respect he deserved.

Chi Wen Ning was doing needlework in the room. When she looked up, she saw Lin Ruan walking in with a strange young man. She told him that this was his newly bought servant who would be his concubine.

At first, Chi Wen Ning forced a smile on his face, trying to hide the pain and sadness in his heart. He nodded at Lin Ruo, but his eyes fell on A Qiao involuntarily.

Ah Qiao was wearing a brand new, neatly woven coarse cloth suit, a style different from the ones worn by the servants in the mansion. Lin Ruan must have bought him some new clothes. Although a hint of shyness lingered in his brow, his eyes were clear and bright, gleaming with a simple yet resolute light, conveying his innocence and tenacity. Chi Wenning noticed this, and his emotions grew increasingly complex.

"Aqiao, this is my servant, Chi Wenning." Lin Ruan introduced him to Aqiao.

Hearing this, A Qiao immediately knelt on the ground respectfully, kowtowed to Chi Wen Ning, and said, "A Qiao greets the Madam."

Chi Wenning's facial muscles twitched slightly upon hearing this, but he quickly recovered and nodded politely to Aqiao, though behind this courtesy lay an unspoken resentment and bitterness. He knew that in this family, Lin Ruan's voice was unmatched, and that at times, he could only endure his own position and feelings in silence.

At this moment, he even sympathized with the county magistrate's wife and understood why she hated their existence so much!

Aqiao was arranged to live in the north ear room of the east wing. Chi Wen Ning forced a smile and asked Le'er to help him clean up the room. Because Lin Ruan was there, he behaved as usual. Only he knew the sadness in his heart.

He had never, ever hoped or imagined that Lin Ruan would only have him in her life, but he had never thought that she would have a second person by her side so soon, a concubine with the same status as his little father.

That night, Lin Ruan slept in the study, and the one who served her was naturally the fourteen-year-old A Qiao.

"Miss." Aqiao stood helplessly in front of the bed. He had just finished washing up and brushed his teeth especially carefully according to Lin Ruan's request. He thought that tonight would not be too sad. As a result, he saw Lin Ruan pull out a big box from under the bed, and then picked and chose, and took out a Mianzi bell and a milky white candle in a glass cup.

"Miss," Ah Qiao's face turned pale, and he could only utter these two words tremblingly. He had been in the slave house for fourteen years. Even if he hadn't seen an identical one, he had seen similar ones. How could he not recognize her?

"Come here, take off your clothes and lie down." Lin Ruan patted the bed. A Qiao did as he was told, but the fear in his heart still made him tremble all over.

"Don't be afraid," Lin Ruan said softly, "It doesn't hurt or get hot. It's just a funny little toy. It's just a little uncomfortable. You haven't served tea to the old lady and the lady yet. Tonight, the chastity sand on your neck can't be gone, okay?" The slightly rising tone still showed a hint of badness.

"Yes, I will serve you, Miss." A Qiao asked obediently.

Chi Wen Ning didn't sleep all night.

He knew that his wife was always very quiet during sex. He couldn't hear anything, but it was not difficult to imagine what happened in the study.

What Lin Ruan saw the next day was Chi Wen Ning with red eyes and a pale face.

She felt strange and asked, "Wen Ning, did you not sleep well last night?"

Chi Wen Ning forced a smile and said softly, "I had a nightmare all night, but I forgot it after I woke up."

Xier fetched the water back, and Chi Wen Ning waited beside Lin Ruan to help her wash and dress.

Lin Ruan just washed her face twice and realized something. She tilted her head and asked, "Wen Ning, I bought Ah Qiao. Are you jealous?"

She didn't know how serious this sentence was to Chi Wen Ning. His pale face was even more bloodless. He knelt on the ground with a "thump", grabbed the hem of Lin Ruan's outer robe and said hurriedly: "I didn't do it, my wife, I really didn't do it. I didn't dare to do it. I didn't dare to do it."

He didn't even dare to say "I".

Lin Ruan then remembered that for men in this world, jealousy was a crime punishable by immediate divorce. She raised her foot and kicked Chi Wenning, saying softly, "I know. Get up. I was just asking casually. Look at you, you've wrinkled my robe."

Chi Wenning said "Thank you, my wife" before carefully standing up and said with a smile: "My wife's other school robe is also clean. Why don't you change into that one? I will help you iron this one during the day, how about that?"

Lin Ruan nodded indifferently and said with a smile: "Thank you for your hard work."

Seeing that Lin Ruan treated him as always, Chi Wen Ning finally felt relieved. Xier and Le'er behind him also seemed to have regained their breath.

After breakfast, Lin Ruan went to the academy. Chi Wenning carefully ironed the robe she had changed out of and hung it neatly on the hanger. He looked at the robe, his lips curling up slightly, revealing a gentle smile.

His wife has been very good to him, so he should know how to be content.