In the fantasy world, all the people I met were beauties.

Liu Yunshang and Zhao Meiyue looked at their departing backs, feeling mixed emotions.

They knew that these women were poor people who had been teased by fate. Although they were now under the protection of Li Zimo, their future was still unknown.

However, they also believed in Li Zimo's promise and believed that he would give them a stable life.

"Sir, they are so beautiful, are you really just going to keep them as maids?"

Liu Yunshang asked softly, a hint of doubt in her eyes.

Li Zimo gently put his arm around her shoulders and smiled softly:

"Yun Shang, although their appearance is beautiful, their hearts are more important. I don't just look at people's appearance, I value their heart and character. Although they are beautiful, if they don't have sufficient talent and character, I will not easily give them a higher status. As for the status of maids, it is only a temporary arrangement. What will happen in the future depends on their performance."

Zhao Meiyue also nodded, with joy shining in her eyes:

"So, we are really lucky to have won the favor of the young master."

Li Zimo smiled slightly and hugged them tighter:

"Of course. You are all indispensable people in my life. Remember, be nice to me in the future."

"Sir, you're annoying."

The two girls blushed and gently hit Li Zimo's chest a few times, but their eyes were full of happiness and sweetness.

......

Li Zimo hugged Zhao Meiyue and Liu Yunshang and stepped into the four-story main building of the mansion. Every step he took seemed steady and powerful.

When they walked into the master bedroom on the third floor, he was slightly startled by the scene before him.

Huang Wanrong and Xu Qinglan, the two widows left by Yue Qiangwei, were lying in bed resting.

Seeing them coming, she hurriedly lifted the bed curtain, covered her body with a veil, knelt on the ground barefoot, her eyes full of fear and anxiety.

"Don't be so alarmed. I don't mean to blame you."

Li Zimo's voice was gentle and calm, trying to soothe them.

He looked at their delicate bodies trembling slightly under the veil, and couldn't help feeling a trace of pity in his heart.

"Why are you sleeping here in the main building?"

Huang Wanrong lowered her head, her voice as soft as a mosquito:

"Sir, we...we usually live here. We just learned that you asked us to return to our original room, so we immediately rushed back. We didn't expect to disturb you. Please forgive us."

Li Zimo nodded slightly, noticing the flash of resentment in their eyes, which was then replaced by deep helplessness and submission.

This huge contrast caused him to feel an indescribable complex emotion.

"Are there any other rooms in this mansion for us to rest?"

"Yes, there is a master bedroom and several secondary bedrooms on each floor, and all rooms are equipped with bedding."

Huang Wanrong replied quickly.

"That's good."

Li Zimo smiled slightly and said to Huang Wanrong and Xu Qinglan,

"You guys get up and continue to rest well. I'll go to the fourth floor with them to check."

After saying this, he hugged Zhao Meiyue and Liu Yunshang and turned to leave, leaving the two women kneeling behind him to thank him.

However, when the door slowly closed, tears welled up in Huang Wanrong and Xu Qinglan's eyes again.

They hugged each other, their hearts filled with resentment and helplessness. Thinking of the soul contract in their minds, they were so sad that they couldn't express it in words. They could only let the tears silently slide down their cheeks.

At this moment, the main building seemed to be shrouded in an invisible haze, and ripples appeared in Li Zimo's heart.

Li Zimo took Zhao Meiyue and Liu Yunshang and slowly walked into the master bedroom on the fourth floor. The air was filled with a warm and subtle atmosphere.

Zhao Meiyue felt this intimacy, her cheeks blushed slightly, she turned around shyly, and walked lightly into the second bedroom at the side, leaving a quiet space for the two of them.

Seeing this, Li Zimo's lips curled up into a gentle smile. He bent down and gently picked up Liu Yunshang from the knees with an almost caring attitude, as if she was the most precious treasure in the world.

As their figures disappeared behind the master bedroom door, a soft and seductive sound quietly rang out, echoing across the empty floors.

Huang Wanrong and Xu Qinglan downstairs were originally hugging each other and crying because of anxiety and anger, but at this moment their thoughts were disrupted by the sudden sound.

They looked at each other, their faces flushed involuntarily, and their shyness was beyond words.

Such a scene was both unfamiliar and embarrassing to them, but it inexplicably aroused their deep desire and curiosity for emotions.

Xu Qinglan gently hugged Huang Wanrong, with a trembling voice:

"Sister Rong, how come the young master is so powerful?"

This sentence expresses both admiration for Li Zimo's ability and helplessness about his own ill-fated fate.

Huang Wanrong's cheeks turned redder like ripe apples when she heard this. She lowered her head and remained silent for a long while before she stammered and replied:

"I...how would I know? We were originally prisoners of this mansion. We are fortunate to be treated leniently by the young master. How can we speculate on these...these private matters?"

The two of them lay in bed, tossing and turning, feeling mixed emotions.

They tried to divert their attention from the noise upstairs, but found that the harder they tried, the stronger the temptation and curiosity became.

In the end, they could only snuggle up to each other and use each other's body temperature to ease this inexplicable emotion.

The noise gradually died down, and Huang Wanrong and Xu Qinglan hugged each other, with the blush still lingering on their faces. They both breathed a sigh of relief, as if they were both relieved.

"it is finally over."

The two smiled at each other, with a hint of teasing in their tone, trying to ease the awkwardness with a relaxed tone.

However, this tranquility did not last long. There was a sound coming from upstairs again. This time it was Zhao Meiyue's voice, which was particularly clear when accompanied by the slight shaking of the bed.

Huang Wanrong and Xu Qinglan suddenly widened their eyes in disbelief.

Xu Qinglan couldn't help but exclaimed:

"That's really amazing. I really want to...try it."

As soon as she said this, she realized her slip of the tongue, quickly covered her mouth, and looked at Huang Wanrong aggrievedly, her eyes full of regret.

Huang Wanrong's expression instantly became complicated when she heard this. She looked at Xu Qinglan reproachfully:

"How could you say such a thing? Are you still worthy of your dead husband? How could you even think of doing such a thing with the enemy who murdered your husband?"

Xu Qinglan was heartbroken by Huang Wanrong's words, tears welled up in her eyes:

"Sister Rong, I was wrong. I was just... just curious, I didn't really want to... I'm sorry, I really didn't mean it."

She sobbed as she spoke, appearing both aggrieved and self-blaming.

Huang Wanrong's heart softened when she saw this.

She patted Xu Qinglan's back gently and comforted her:

"I know you didn't mean it, but we must remember who we are and what we stand for. We can't be fooled by these superficial things, and we must not forget our roots."

The two hugged each other and cried again, but this time there was more firmness and determination in their tears.