The Rebirth of a Daughter: My Lord, I Will Never Be a Concubine

She was not convinced. That vixen was just prettier than her and had a cold face. How could she win the favor of Master He? Since Wang Defa wanted her so much, she would give this gift to Wang Defa. She knew that Wang Defa played with women. That vixen had her virginity broken by Wang Defa, so how could she have the face to stand in front of Master He.

When she rescued Master He, she saw that he was dressed in clothes made of either rich or expensive materials. He must be a noble young man from a wealthy family. She must seize this opportunity firmly, otherwise she would not have to worry about not becoming rich in the future.

Thinking of this, she raised the corners of her mouth, and her eyes flashed with pride, dazzling and burning.

"What are you thinking, you silly girl?" Xiao Hui Niang hit her again. "Did you hear what I told you? For the sake of our family's prosperity and wealth, you must marry Wang Defa."

"Mom, if you want to be richer, stop talking." Xiaohui interrupted.

Xiaohui's mother was confused. She looked at Xiaohui stupidly, wondering what Xiaohui was up to.

"what do you mean?"

Xiaohui didn't waste any more words with her. She straightened her hair and walked towards Nalan's house.

Apart from that vixen, she was in a good mood. Today she specially bought some supplements for him and walked in with a twist of her waist.

indoor

Nalan Yanyu was reading a book, the sunlight shining on his face, as bright as jade.

In the dark little room, he sat there in a white robe as white as snow and a face as beautiful as a painting. His eyebrows revealed an innate noble temperament. Even a simple side profile made people hold their breath involuntarily. This was a masterpiece carefully carved by God, perfect and flawless.

Xiaohui stopped and was completely immersed in this experience.

She thought she must have guessed right. This kind of temperament must be that of a noble young man cultivated in Lingcheng.

Lingcheng!

They had never even touched the edge of Lingcheng, let alone its surroundings. Yet, they yearned for it because they knew that there lived the world-famous Three Young Masters, whose elegance and talent captivated everyone.

There's the coveted Rouge Drunk, its unique aroma captivating and irresistible; there's the most popular Heytea, Lushan Cloud Mist, its delicate fragrance leaving a lasting aftertaste; and there's the most exquisite fabric, the Emerald Smoky Cloud Skirt, which transports you to a fairyland.

What made them even more envious were the noble ladies living in Lingcheng. Their elegance and nobility made every woman yearn for it. Everything here was so beautiful, like a beautiful dream, making people fascinated.

Xiaohui had a premonition that as long as she could catch this jade-like man, she would become the enviable person in her mind.

"Mr. He."

She called out softly, her voice so soft and sweet.

The man in front of me was still reading a book and didn't move.

Xiao Hui's face was a little embarrassed. She cleared her throat and spoke again: "Mr. He—"

The sound was louder than before, but the man didn't move.

Xiaohui finally couldn't help it. She walked over quietly and put the things in her hand on the table, but the man still didn't move.

If she hadn't seen the man's long eyelashes blinking, she would have thought he was asleep.

It doesn’t matter, maybe Mr. He was reading too seriously.

Xiaohui walked forward slowly, her nimble steps seemed like a fluttering butterfly, attracting bees and butterflies, and her every move was slightly ostentatious.

She looked at Nalan Yanyu, the tenderness in her eyes was like the surging waves of a stirred lake, and she smiled faintly.

"Mr. He, what are you looking at?"

"You're in my light—"

A deep voice spoke, the man's voice was pleasant and low.

Xiaohui's smile froze on her face. The next second, her face turned slightly red, and a half-smile appeared in her eyes.

This was the first time that Master He spoke to her softly, and his voice was so pleasant.

Xiao Hui stood aside and picked up the supplements on the table next to her. She said, "Mr. He, today I went out to buy some food and supplements for you, and also..."

Xiaohui shyly took out a purse with a picture of mandarin ducks playing in the water on it. They looked lively, shy and cute, and also exuded the fragrance of agarwood.

"Mr. He, this is what I embroidered a few days ago..."

Before he could finish, Nalan Yanyu started coughing, and his pale face suddenly turned red.

"What's that pungent smell? Take it away!"

Choking?

Xiaohui sniffed the room, but there wasn't any strange smell. Besides the scent of his purse, there was nothing else...

She was stunned, picked up the purse and smelled it. The rich fragrance hit her nose and she almost couldn't stand it.

Xiaohui's face suddenly turned pale and blue. She bit her lips and pretended to be sad. Her rouge fluttered on her cheeks, making her look like a pear blossom in the rain, which was very touching.

"Master He, do you dislike me so much?"

"Xiaohui fell in love with you at first sight. If you agree, Xiaohui is willing to serve you for the rest of her life, be your sweetheart, and take care of your daily life. Please give Xiaohui this opportunity."

Men all like vulnerable groups, especially gentle women. She has demonstrated her expression countless times and knows that she is the most pitiful at this moment. She doesn't believe that the young master will not be moved.

What Xiaohui didn't know was that if Nalan Ruruo was really the Young Master of Lingcheng, he would have seen countless beautiful women, many of whom were more beautiful than her, and there were also many who could show a more tearful look than her. How could he only feel pity for her?

After all, with the status and position of the Young Master of Lingcheng, what kind of beauty has he not seen? However, Xiaohui did not understand this, perhaps because she was too confident in her own beauty, or because she did not know the Young Master of Lingcheng well enough.

She thought that she could attract the attention of Master Lingcheng with her beauty, but in fact, Master Lingcheng might not be impressed by such appearance.

So, Xiaohui is still too naive. She doesn't know that in this world, many things are not as simple as they seem, or she just thinks that she can get everything with beauty alone.

Xiaohui's wishful thinking ultimately misjudged the person.

"I don't need slaves."

He rejected her calmly without even looking at her, treating Xiaohui as if she were nothing.

"Is it because of the woman beside you? She..." Xiao Hui was about to slander, but remembering Nalan's expression during the meal, she changed her words and said, "Sir, it doesn't matter to me. I just want to follow you. I don't mind being your slave. I just want to see you from afar and I'll be satisfied."

"You can do anything?" The voice was light, and Nalan raised his eyes slightly, his starry eyes were cold as ice, gloomy and dangerous.

Xiaohui was delighted and said with a smile, "I can do anything." She would even be willing to serve the young master.

Thinking of this, Xiaohui felt shy. She couldn't help but wonder, this young master is such a gentle and noble man, I wonder what he is like in terms of human affairs?

Her cheeks flushed and she felt even more shy.

"How about being a dog?"

A cold female voice came from behind.

Xiaohui's back was stiff. She couldn't believe the voice of the person behind her, but it sounded so familiar.

Su Yanhua spoke again: "A dog won't work either. After all, a dog is better than you. At least it's loyal."

Isn't this a roundabout way of scolding her?

Xiaohui turned around and deliberately faced Nalan with half of her face, and her tears began to roll down.

"Xiaohui, I don't know how I offended you. If I have done anything wrong, you can tell me and I will change, but I will never allow you to insult me!"

Xiaohui seemed to think that this trick of crying was very effective. She firmly believed that no man liked a woman who didn't understand romance. Su Yanhua had a cold face, and she was so affectionate and gentle. Any man should feel pity for her.

It’s a pity that Su Yanhua didn’t get angry, otherwise it would have pleased her even more.

"Let me ask you, do you know Wang Defa?"

The tears in Xiaohui's eyes could no longer fall, and a trace of panic flashed across her face.

"Yes, I know you. What's the matter?"

Su Yanhua asked again: "He is engaged to you, right?"