Chapter 138
This surge of heat came very abruptly, like in an instant, similar to an electric current passing through. It was hard to describe the sensation; both numbing and tingling. It felt as if all the blood in his body was rushing towards his lower abdomen, swirling, flowing, and crashing in all directions, seemingly desperate to find an outlet.
Fang Zichen thought it might be an urgent need to relieve himself, since he hadn't answered the call of nature all morning. He handed Guaizai to Yang Mingyi, asked for the general location of the outhouse, and then ran off.
This area was the Yang residence's small courtyard, remote and quiet, lush with green grass. A few small clumps of bamboo were planted along the path. Besides the cleaning servants, Yang Mingyi visited here most frequently.
Just as he turned a corner, he bumped headlong into someone.
Fang Zichen's entire body felt weak and limp, his head was growing increasingly heavy and dizzy, with a sensation of sudden drunkenness, as if he had quickly downed two jin of erguotou.
[Erguotou: a strong, clear Chinese liquor (baijiu) distilled from sorghum, known for its potent aroma and high alcohol content.]
The collision nearly made him fall. He staggered back several steps, managing to steady himself only by leaning against the wall.
"Young Master, are you alright?"
The voice was familiar; it was the maidservant who had poured tea for him while he was painting.
Fang Zichen raised his head, his eyes clouded, his voice as if he had swallowed embers, hoarse and strained: "...I'm fine."
"Let me help you!" This maidservant was utterly lacking in perception and placed her hands on Fang Zichen's arm. A faint, clear fragrance wafted along with her movement.
It was the Lotus Rouge fragrance from Qingpin Pavilion, costing five taels of silver for just one small box.
Just as Fang Zichen was about to push her away, that surge of heat rushed over him again, stronger than before.
The stimulation spreading from his spine made him almost unable to stand steady. His breathing gradually became rapid, and a flush spread over his fair complexion.
The Lotus Rouge fragrance also seemed increasingly sweet and intense, pervasive and aggressive, enveloping him like clawed tentacles.
The maidservant called out again: "Young Master?"
Fang Zichen instinctively looked at her.
This maidservant was exceptionally beautiful, her face like a peach blossom, her skin like congealed fat. In her hair was a purple gold hairpin adorned with a glass bead.
What kind of maidservant is this?!
Even if the Yang residence was filled with gold and silver, their servants wouldn't be this wealthy.
That purple gold hairpin couldn't cost less than fifty or sixty taels.
Coincidentally, at that moment, three men approached from the path, heading straight for them. When they reached them, they bowed and said:
"Miss, the matter you instructed has been handled."
Lianniang instructed: "Good. Go guard the outside. Don't let anyone in."
"Yes."
Fang Zichen: "..."
At this moment, if he still didn't understand what was happening, he might as well forget about keeping his head on his shoulders.
This was the only way out from the rear courtyard. In the past, facing just those three men, Fang Zichen certainly wouldn't have feared them; dealing with them would be as easy as cutting melons and slicing vegetables. But right now... it was like being possessed by Lin Daiyu.
[Lin Daiyu: the female protagonist in the classic Chinese novel Dream of the Red Chamber, known for her intelligence, fragility, and her tragic love for the main character, Jia Baoyu.]
Fragile, soft, powerless.
Utterly useless.
"Young Master..."
Their eyes met. Fang Zichen's heartbeat accelerated, his mouth was dry, and the blood in his entire body seemed to boil.
It had been a long time since he had experienced this feeling!
Dammit, I've fallen into a trap again.
[The first time when he was with Zhao Ger]
For someone with good looks, coupled with a prominent family background, the women infatuated with him would come one after another, like a school of carp crossing the river, endless and continuous.
Back then, being drugged was somewhat understandable.
But now he was no longer that rich young master who only licked the lid of the yogurt cup. He was just a working stiff, working from eight to five, diligent and conscientious, struggling just above the subsistence line. Both his legs had already stepped into the grave of marriage, and his son was even old enough to run errands.
So why are people still targeting me??
The girl who drugged him before had probably worn out several prison cells by now.
This one... he would definitely not let her off either.
Lianniang found her wrist grabbed by him: "Young Master?"
Fang Zichen, clinging to his last shred of clarity: "Who are you?"
"I'm Lianniang! Don't you remember me?" Lianniang said, placing her hand on Fang Zichen's waist. Seeing he didn't resist, she felt a surge of joy. She was a head shorter than Fang Zichen, only reaching his chest. She looked up, her neck long, soft, and pale, smiling coquettishly: "Young Master, why are you looking at me like that? Is Lianniang beautiful?"
Fang Zichen didn't speak, nor did he resist.
Lianniang stood on her tiptoes and blew a warm breath towards his neck, her breath like orchids: "Young Master, Lianniang is so lonely!"
Fang Zichen remained silent, neither responding nor pushing her away.
Lianniang extended her pale, delicate finger and gently traced it over his slender, straight nose bridge, then slowly downward, almost teasingly stroking his chin, before taking his fingertip into her mouth.
"Young Master, does it feel good?"
It was wet, hot, like being licked by a snake's tongue.
Fang Zichen remained unmoved, not responding to any of her words. He just panted and suddenly said: "You're from Landlord Jia's family?"
Lianniang paused, then said happily: "Yes, has the Young Master finally remembered me?"
"You came to Zuixiao Restaurant before." Fang Zichen held back his disgust and said: "Most beauties are all the same, but you are uniquely ugly, so I remembered."
Lianniang: "..."
"Ah, sorry." Fang Zichen raised the hand that had just been sucked on, deliberately trying to disgust her: "Just now, my son defecated, and I used this hand to wipe him. I haven't had time to wash it yet. How did it taste when you sucked on it earlier?"
Lianniang: "..."
Lianniang had never been insulted like this before. A wave of anger surged up. She reflexively raised her hand to slap him, but facing Fang Zichen's face and the pride and coldness between his brows—features so exceptional from bone to skin that they could be called peerless—her hand froze mid-air
Fang Zichen's appearance was simply too outstanding.
Even a seductive enchantress probably wouldn't surpass this.
Lianniang had initially felt some fondness for Fang Zichen. She often went to Zuixiao Restaurant, finding various excuses to chat with him. At first, Fang Zichen was quite polite to her. After Lianniang revealed her feelings to him, Fang Zichen rejected her and later even avoided her.
Men tend to obsess over what they cannot have, and women are the same.
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