"You've always been winking at me like you have a twitch in your eye, and since I didn't pay you attention, you've resorted to drugging me now?" Fang Zichen's eyes were bloodshot. The desire within him surged violently, wave after wave, one after another, reaching its peak in just a moment.
Stimulated by her provocations, the inherently wicked genes in Fang Zichen's bones began to stir restlessly.
He was almost unable to stand steady. He clenched his fists, his canine teeth biting down hard on his lower lip until blood seeped from the corner of his mouth. He used the pain to force himself to remain clear-headed. He met Lianniang's gloomy, sinister eyes and let out a cold, mocking laugh: "With just this, you think you can seduce me? To be honest, what kind of beauty haven't I seen? You... you're not even qualified."
Lianniang's face flushed red.
She had hardly expected that things would reach this point, yet Fang Zichen could still maintain his clarity.
The dose she had administered was sufficient; the apprentice who sold her the medicine said this drug was potent, that even a small amount could drive a full-grown bull wild.
Fang Zichen looked like he was on the verge of losing control, yet in the face of her repeated attempts at seduction and provocation, he remained unmoved. His willpower was undeniably astonishing.
But this was only on the surface. Fang Zichen's mind was already beginning to waver.
The desire and impulse to possess the other person screamed madly in his blood. He turned his head, and his gaze inadvertently swept over Lianniang.
She wasn't very tall, but her curves were pronounced and full, completely different from a man's.
This was a woman.
Almost the moment he realized this, that surge of impulse dissipated greatly.
After he fell for Zhao Ger, he felt he had already become bent.
Although Zhao Ger was a ger, he was no different from a man.
He was gay, how could he possibly get hard for a woman?
Even if he could get hard, he couldn't betray Zhao Ger.
Faced with someone like Yang Mingyi, he had remained unaffected, let alone Lianniang, who was a far cry from Yang Mingyi.
As desire receded, and after Lianniang admitted to drugging him, it was replaced by an uncontrollable, violent fury.
"I know you don't like me," Lianniang said. "You only like your fulang. But why? Why does he get your affection and I don't? Where am I inferior to him? He's just a ger." Lianniang looked at him, calm and unhurried.
Fang Zichen was already under the effects of the drug; now he was like a creature caught in her palm. Even if Fang Zichen was being insolent and had humiliated her multiple times, it didn't matter. She just needed to wait a little longer. She didn't believe Fang Zichen could hold out any longer.
"I had people inquire about him." Lianniang said: "He was originally a child bride for a fool from the Ma family. Later, he was blamed for causing that fool's death. When he was sixteen, he hooked up with some unknown ruffian and had a bastard child. Someone like that, a shameless slut, you—"
Slap! A crisp sound rang out. Lianniang was stunned.
It wasn't until a burning, painful sensation spread across her face that she snapped back to reality.
"Watch your fucking mouth." Fang Zichen rushed forward, grabbed her, seized her by the collar, and pinned her against the wall: "He's a slut? Then what are you, who openly drugged me? He's a ger, so what? Gers are lowly, so that makes you noble?" He glared at her fiercely, his voice seeming to come from the depths of an abyss.
"You know, I hate being manipulated the most." The fact that Lianniang had drugged him made Fang Zichen particularly furious. That wave of anger surged up violently. His hand was like an iron claw; Lianniang struggled hard but couldn't break free.
Fang Zichen didn't dare stay in this place any longer. But people were guarding outside, preventing his escape. The drug's effects had just begun to peak, yet his body felt incredibly heavy. It was a miracle he had held on this long.
If the other party were to use force later, he was afraid he would have no strength to resist.
He also wondered what exactly was up with this ancient aphrodisiac. The desire was there, but his body felt as if it had been drugged with a muscle-softening powder.
Whoever came up with this drug was a real fucking idiot.
He flung Lianniang to the ground.
Lianniang, caught completely off guard and unprepared, landed hard on the stone-paved path. Her back and the back of her head struck the ground. The impact left her dizzy, her vision spinning.
She saw Fang Zichen trying to leave. Gritting her teeth, she reached out and grabbed his ankle.
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After selling the chili sauce, Zhao Ger didn't go back. Instead, he went to the shop, looked around, and then bought some pots, bowls, ladles, and basins.
Although they had these at home, when they bought them initially, they weren't thinking about starting a business. There were only three people in the family, so the pots and basins they bought were small. Using them in the shop would probably be inconvenient.
After buying them, he squatted in the backyard washing them. While scrubbing a ceramic plate, it suddenly and without warning slipped from his hand.
He tried to pick it up, but even though he was very careful, his thumb was still cut, and bright red blood welled up.
He froze.
He had been injured before.
While chopping pigweed at the Ma family or gathering firewood in the mountains, he had accidentally cut himself, sometimes worse than this. Back then, he hadn't thought much of it, just glanced at it numbly and continued chopping wood.
This time, for some reason, he suddenly felt a sense of panic in his heart.
He had just found a piece of cloth to wrap the cut when he heard someone call out from the front, as the door was left open.
He dried his hands and walked out, seeing a young woman standing outside.
"Hello, is there something I can help you with?"
"You're Zhao Ger, right?" the young woman said.
Zhao Ger didn't recognize her but nodded: "I am."
"Then come with me." The young woman finished speaking and, seeing Zhao Ger looking at her warily, smiled and explained: "I'm a maid from the Yang residence. Young Master Fang took your son to offer birthday wishes to the Old Lady today. Your son accidentally knocked over a water cup and got his clothes wet. Young Master Fang needs to paint a longevity painting for the Old Lady and can't get away, so he sent me to inform you and ask you to come over to pick up your son and change his clothes."
The story was full of holes.
But Zhao Ger didn't think too much about it.
It was true that Fang Zichen had taken Guaizai to offer birthday wishes to Old Lady Zheng today, that part wasn't false.
"Wait for me a moment."
He went back to the backyard to get the keys, locked the door properly, and then followed the maidservant.
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