Arrogant and domineering because of his good looks: His Majesty always pretends to be righteous

"Let go of me now! You're so old, don't you have any shame?"

Yang Wanqing tried hard to break free from his grasp, but his large hands held her firmly like a pair of pliers.

She immediately felt a sharp pain, as if her bones were being crushed.

At this moment, Master Zhao looked ferocious, like a wild beast about to devour people, and was in a state close to madness.

"What are you pretending for? Do you think I can give you more money?"

"But can you please stop pretending to be reserved with me?"

He didn't believe for a second that there were really women in this world who were unmoved by money.

Yang Wanqing struggled to listen, and the more she listened, the less she wanted to hear it.

In her confusion, she grabbed a needle and stabbed it hard at the old man. The sudden pain made him instinctively release his grip.

"You actually dared to stab me..."

"You ungrateful wretch! If it weren't for your good looks, do you think I would even be interested in you?"

Yang Wanqing stared at him with wide, panicked eyes.

"Don't do anything reckless! We're on the street! If you do anything reckless, I'll call the police!"

She backed away step by step, her mind racing as she tried to figure out what to do. The people around her watched what was happening, chattering amongst themselves, but no one dared to step forward and stop her.

"Go ahead and stab me again... the more fiercely you attack, the more I like it!"

Master Zhao grabbed her thin shoulder and pressed down. Yang Wanqing tried to resist, but the difference in strength was too great.

"Help, help..."

She screamed in anguish, tears welling in her eyes. She kept trying to hit Master Zhao with her hands, but she was simply too weak.

"what are you doing?"

A stern rebuke interrupted the two.

Xia Rongliu and Xia Zhanxin appeared before the two.

Master Zhao quickly released his grip, and Yang Wanqing seized the opportunity to escape.

She trembled like a frightened bird, gasping for breath, too scared to stand up for a long time.

"How dare someone so old bully a young girl in broad daylight?"

Xia Rongliu, with her hands on her hips, looked like a little adult and began to interrogate him.

Master Zhao gritted his teeth fiercely, but the words he was about to say could only be swallowed back like a mute eating bitter herbs.

"You just wait, this isn't over yet..."

Before he finished speaking, he turned away dejectedly and strode away.

As night fell, the three of them went home together, and Xia Yue had prepared a delicious meal for the three children early in the morning.

As soon as she entered the door, Xia Rongliu, who was starving, began to eat heartily.

"Slow down, there's plenty more in the pot."

Xia Yue looked at the child with doting eyes and smiled contentedly.

Yang Wanqing, however, remained indifferent, sitting quietly to the side with an empty gaze and a thoughtful expression.

"What's wrong? Is the food not to your liking today? Or is learning embroidery too difficult?"

Xia Yue immediately noticed the child's unusual behavior and quickly pressed him for answers.

Yang Wanqing's lips trembled, and she couldn't squeeze out a single word for a long time. She really didn't know what to say.

"Mother, you have no idea, we ran into some hooligans today."

"Master Zhao seems to have taken a fancy to Yang Wanqing... Luckily I arrived in time, otherwise who knows how things would have turned out."

As Xia Rongliu spoke, she stuffed the soft and sticky osmanthus cake into her mouth.

Her movements and expressions were endearing; her mouth was stuffed full, and her dark eyes darted back and forth in their sockets, full of charm.

Xia Yue's expression turned serious, and she pursed her lips tightly, as if she was brewing something.

"Why don't you skip tomorrow? You should stay home and avoid trouble."

"You're growing more and more beautiful, it's inevitable that some people will be jealous."

Xia Yue looked at Wan Qing with deep concern, her heart filled with a complex mix of emotions she couldn't quite describe...

After Wanqing finished her embroidery lesson for the day, it was already dusk.

She stretched her limbs wearily, like a lazy kitten, the golden sunlight scattering across the ground, creating an indescribable sense of beauty.

The winter night was slightly chilly, and light snowflakes drifted down from the sky. The crystal-clear snowflakes danced on her eyes and brows, adding a touch of liveliness to her.

Before long, she vaguely felt that someone was following her, and she could vaguely see a tall and imposing man acting suspiciously.

A pair of sharp eyes stared intently at her, like those of an eagle.

She had to quicken her pace, her heart pounding in her chest, feeling like she was about to faint from fright.

She walked faster and faster until she started running.

The man lunged forward and viciously grabbed her wrists with his strong hands.

"Let me go, let me go! Who is it? Who are you?"

Yang Wanqing struggled desperately, using every trick in the book to try and escape.

Unfortunately, the difference in their strength was too great. She was already drenched in sweat, but it had no effect on the man in front of her.

"what……"

With a scream, everything went black before her eyes, and she knew nothing more.

After an unknown amount of time, Wanqing opened her eyes from her dazed state. Her gaze swept around her. It was a dark room, completely sealed off and pitch black, and she could see nothing at all.

She tried to move her body, but all she felt was a sharp pain.

“Master Zhao, isn’t this a bad idea? If someone exposes me, I’ll be going to jail! That would really be a loss for me.”

"When you kidnapped him, this bitch didn't even see what you looked like, so what are you afraid of? Besides, it's all done now, just take your money and get out of here."

"What are you afraid of? As long as you leave this place and get far away, I don't believe the authorities will be able to find you."

Yang Wanqing was terrified when she heard the conversation outside the door.

She panicked and tried to find a chance to escape, but her hands and feet were tightly bound, making it extremely difficult to even move, let alone escape.

The surrounding area was completely sealed off, with even the windows tightly closed.

She looked around at everything, tears welling up in her eyes, filled with fear and dread, unsure of what to do.

Just as they were still reeling from the shock, the door creaked open.

A bright white light refracted in from outside, so dazzling that she involuntarily closed her eyes.

After a long while, it was finally clear that he had a hideous and terrifying face. At that moment, a sinister smile appeared on his face as his lips twitched slightly.

"Yang Wanqing... how have you been?"