Chapter 126: The Young Master Has Opened His Aperture—But Only a Little

Jiang Lai's mind was sluggish; she slowly blinked her eyes before saying, "No."

The hot soup on the table dripped drop by drop onto the floor, forming a small puddle.

Ke Zhongyu was relieved he had acted quickly; otherwise it would have scalded Jiang Lai's leg.

"Ke Zong..." Jiang Lai whispered, parting her lips slightly.

The man tilted his head toward her, his nose letting out a magnetic sound: "Hmm?"

Their noses touched lightly again, as if struck by electricity, and Jiang Lai's body trembled slightly.

"Can you put me down now?" she said softly, accompanied by a faint scent of alcohol.

For Ke Zhongyu, champagne didn't intoxicate him, but the alcohol scent wafting from Jiang Lai almost made him lose himself.

He only set her down after a long while.

After gulping down a mouthful of water himself, he turned around and saw Jiang Lai holding a box of tissues, beginning to wipe the soup spilled all over the table.

He hadn't kept an eye on her, and she started doing housework again.

Ke Zhongyu grabbed her wrist, his voice low: "Don't move."

"It's dirty, needs wiping." Jiang Lai's speech also became sluggish; her standing body swayed slightly.

Ke Zhongyu stood beside her, gripping her wrist tightly, so finely it felt like he was touching bone.

Afraid of hurting her, he loosened his grip a bit.

Jiang Lai realized one of her hands was bound, the other free, and she reached for tissues again.

Helpless, Ke Zhongyu once again used his tie to bind Jiang Lai's both hands, swaying her as he walked to the sofa and pressed her down to sit.

He picked up his phone.

"Mo Yi, come to Nanshan Villa Number Nine."

After hanging up, he set the phone on the coffee table, lowered his gaze at the obediently sitting Jiang Lai on the sofa, his eyes unfocused, not knowing where his mind had wandered.

"Jiang Lai?" Ke Zhongyu called her name; Jiang Lai took a long time to answer.

He reached out his hand.

Jiang Lai suddenly opened her mouth and bit down on his hand.

"Hiss." Ke Zhongyu gasped in pain; his hands had been unlucky today, the skin on his knuckles already broken, and now this chunk of flesh at the base of his thumb was bitten again.

Her teeth were still sharp.

Ke Zhongyu's mouth corner twitched slightly as he tried to pull his hand away.

Jiang Lai seemed to be enjoying a tasty morsel, biting repeatedly and refusing to let go.

Muffled words slipped from her mouth: "you lao baba..."

"What?" Ke Zhongyu didn't quite catch it, leaned in closer, and said, "Say it again."

Mo Yi, who had rushed over from Number One, happened to see the two of them in an intimate moment.

"Oh dear!" Mo Yi immediately turned away, muttering under her breath, "Don't look, don't look at impropriety."

In a domineering CEO novel, if she caught the Young Master in the act, she'd surely be scolded.

"Mo Yi."

"Here I come!"

"The Young Master is going to get angry!"

"Go clean up the dining room."

"Huh?" Mo Yi turned around, finally seeing the true situation: Miss Jiang was biting the Young Master's hand.

It definitely wasn't a lovemaking scene.

"Young Master, are you okay?"

Faced with a hint of disdain in Mo Yi's eyes, Ke Zhongyu drew a deep breath, his gaze sinking as he looked over.

"Mo Yi."

"All right, Young Master, I'm going now." Mo Yi went to the dining room to tidy the tables and clean, glancing occasionally at the sofa.

She looked at the Ke family's Young Master, who was always cold and unfeeling, dropped to one knee in front of Miss Jiang, and said sternly, "Enough already, Jiang Lai, let go."

Yet there was no intention of violently pulling his hand away.

Mo Yi took out her phone, tapped to record, sent it to Ms. Nian, and whispered, "Ms. Nian, something huge—Young Master has opened his aperture."

She looked up again.

The Young Master pinched Miss Jiang's chin with one hand, forcing her to open her mouth, and tilted his head back.

Mo Yi hastily added, "He opened it only a little."

She put her phone away and continued cleaning.

After finishing, the Young Master was wiping saliva off the back of his hand with a tissue, still bearing a row of tooth marks.

Miss Jiang had already collapsed onto the sofa and fallen asleep.

"Young Master, the cleaning is done." Mo Yi spoke in a lowered voice.

Ke Zhongyu grunted an "uh": "From now on, stay here and take care of Jiang Lai's meals and daily life."

"Yes, Young Master!" Mo Yi stood ramrod straight, like a soldier receiving orders.

Ke Zhongyu was somewhat speechless; his mother was a cultured, gentle, amiable lady who only occasionally spoke harshly, yet for some reason the servants she brought out were all extremely eccentric.

And she placed all those eccentrics beside him.

Ke Zhongyu looked at Jiang Lai, her wrists bound, curled up on the sofa, and furrowed his brow slightly.

She slept so uneasily.

"Don't let her do housework."

"Rest assured, Young Master; with me here, Miss Jiang's hands will never be used for such rough work."

「If she does housework again, just pack up your bedroll and get out of the Ke family. 」

Mo Yi raised her hand and made an OK sign.

「Young Master, Miss Jiang can't sleep on the sofa or she'll catch a cold. 」 she grinned, 「Young Master, carry her upstairs. 」

「Hmm. 」 Ke Zhongyu bent over, held her in his arms, and gave her a slight lift to feel her weight.

Too light.

Shen Xun, you beast!

「Take good care of her three meals a day. 」

「Yes, I'll make a nutrition chart for the Young Master to review tomorrow. 」

Ke Zhongyu carried Jiang Lai upstairs, thinking she would sleep in the master bedroom, but found the master bedroom empty.

She was staying in the guest bedroom.

Assistant Zhou had already found out that this apartment was under Aunt Jiang's name.

Ke Zhongyu gently placed the sleeping Jiang Lai onto the bed, pulled up the blanket and covered her.

「Shen Xun... 」

Jiang Lai muttered in her sleep.

Ke Zhongyu frowned, seeing she was about to open her mouth, he reached out to cover it and whispered, "If you can't speak, keep your mouth shut."

He pulled the blanket over Jiang Lai completely, as if venting his anger.

Soon he pulled the blanket off again, exposing Jiang Lai's head.

The man turned off the light and left.

Just as the door closed, Jiang Lai muttered, "Shen Xun, get lost..."

……

Ke Zhongying's little bar is called RELAX, meaning relaxation.

Simple and brutal.

She walked in and saw the manager apologizing to a drunk customer.

The manager saw Ke Zhongying and immediately went up to her.

「What's going on? 」

「The drunk customer accidentally bumped into a waiter, but insisted it was the waiter's fault, kept muttering apologies; we apologized, but he wasn't satisfied and demanded to see you. 」

Ke Zhongying walked over.

The drunk customer frowned: "You're the boss here? A young girl? Are you trying to bluff me?"

「I'm not bluffing you; I'll compensate for the clothes you got dirty in our shop at full price, and tonight all your consumption will be on the house. 」 Ke Zhongying could tell the man was deliberately looking for trouble, and she also believed her staff hadn't done it on purpose.

Her bar is located in the university town, where students predominate; following the principle of 'better not to do more than less,' she still made the promise of free consumption.

The drunk man was stunned for a moment.

「Really? Then tonight everyone's consumption will be on my tab, and you'll waive it all. 」

「Okay. 」 Ke Zhongying opened the bar not to make a profit, but purely to find a place to relax for herself; nightclubs are too noisy, and other bars aren't necessarily safe.

The man was stunned again, as if he couldn't find any reason to get angry, and silently sat back down.

After dealing with the incident, Ke Zhongying still planned to return to Nanshan Villa, just in case her brother's beastly nature erupts—what then!

The sisters' innocence is more important than their own brother!

Ke Zhongying drove away.

In the darkness, a Bentley turned on its headlights.

Shen Xun sat in the back seat, ordering the driver: "Follow."