Chapter 26: The Despairing Brainstorm of the Victim
Shi Qingyan was quite sensitive when she heard those words.
Instantly, her mind pictured countless evil and indecent scenarios that couldn’t be broadcasted.
The frail little maid tortured and bullied by her tyrant master, with trivial matters being excuses for his tyranny.
Perhaps Zhang Xiaoying lived such a tormented life every day at home.
Whenever anything went wrong, the master would unleash his wrath and whip her, leaving her aching and miserable, yet she had to swallow her suffering in silence.
How infuriating!
Young Master Sang, you deserve to die!
Shi Qingyan thought furiously.
Meanwhile, on the other side, Zhang Xiaoying’s head went blank.
He… he called himself my husband.
He called me Little Ying, his wife.
He said he wanted to punish me…
In an instant, her cheeks flushed crimson. She could hear her heart racing, her beautiful eyes darting nervously.
“U-um, can we talk about this later, Master…?”
“Eh, wouldn’t it be too late to discuss it later?”
Young Master Sang pointed at the stains on his pants and said, “If we don’t sort this out now and I go out, it’ll be a bit embarrassing, right?”
“You are my good Little Ying wife… helping your husband with this little issue isn’t a problem, right?”
Meaning, he needed to wipe his pants.
But.
Shi Qingyan couldn’t see what they were doing.
However, through the sheer pink curtain.
She could vaguely see Young Master Sang point towards his lower half.
What——Shi Qingyan’s heart jumped.
He, he, he, he.
What does he plan to make Zhang Xiaoying do in public!?
What do you mean “help him solve a problem…”
It can’t, can it, be a physiological issue!?
Shi Qingyan instinctively thought, even if Young Master Sang was crazed, he wouldn’t be shameless enough to do something like this in front of her.
But, it was Young Master Sang.
For some reason.
No matter what this man did, she felt like she wouldn’t be surprised.
He wouldn’t really… Thinking of this made Shi Qingyan’s cheeks burn even more, as if all her blood rushed to her face.
On the other side.
Zhang Xiaoying looked at the stains on Young Master Sang’s pants, her expression turning apologetic:
“I’m sorry, Master. It was my clumsiness; I willingly accept your punishment.”
“Let me… help clean it for you first.”
After saying that, she crouched in front of Young Master Sang, leaning over to take a handkerchief to wipe his pants.
From Shi Qingyan’s perspective.
On the pale pink curtain, the shadow of Zhang Xiaoying gradually crouched in front of Young Master Sang.
Then, her body leaned down.
The shadow of her head overlapped with the shadow of Young Master Sang’s lower half.
“Ahhhhhhh!!”
A sharp and piercing scream echoed in the prison.
Shi Qingyan, caught off guard, covered her face and screamed as if her soul had left her body.
“Don’t!!!”
“Little Ying! What are you doing?! Don’t do that with him!!!”
“Th-that place… Wuwu, it’s so dirty… you can’t…”
Meanwhile, Zhang Xiaoying had her face flushed, gently wiping the oil stains on Young Master Sang’s pants.
But the oil stain was large.
After the handkerchief wiped it once, not only did it not improve, but the stain became even larger and more noticeable.
“Ugh…”
Zhang Xiaoying let out a slightly exasperated whine.
“Ugh, it’s so big… What should I do, Master…”
So big?!
What’s big? Speak clearly, Little Ying!
What exactly are you doing with him!?
Even though Zhang Xiaoying just let out a normal sigh of frustration.
That very sound at the moment felt like a seductively charming tease to Shi Qingyan’s ears.
It seemed like a coaxing, pleasing sound directed at men, making Shi Qingyan’s heart bleed.
Shi Qingyan felt like she was about to break down.
“Don’t, wuwu, stop… No, you better be quiet…”
She felt she could cry no more.
Despairingly and helplessly clutching the bars, she stared at the gently swaying shadow behind the curtain.
【Shi Qingyan’s progress in scheming: 7%, 8%, 9%…】
Sitting in a chair, Young Master Sang remained unfazed, but his heart raced.
Wow.
How is it like riding a rocket all of a sudden?
How can there be such a big boost in just a short time?
No way, what kind of picture is that woman imagining right now?
Young Master Sang didn’t dare to think about it.
But that was precisely his goal.
One should know, often our biggest enemy is our own imagination.
Many times, distrust, suspicion, and disbelief arise from our uncontrollable, wildly inflating delusions.
Shi Qingyan clearly belonged to the type who lived in her own world, surviving solely on fantasies and delusions.
She wasn’t familiar with Zhang Xiaoying’s situation.
She kept saying she wanted to save Zhang Xiaoying from the clutches of the demon, but in reality, it was just to satisfy her desire for a hero saving the beauty fantasy.
Automatically placing Young Master Sang into the identity of a nefarious demon.
Convincing herself Zhang Xiaoying lived a daily life in dire straits.
Since you love fantasies so much, I’ll gift you a spectacular one.
Thus, Young Master Sang specially set up this curtain.
You can only see shadows and not the reality of what’s happening; all other details depend on your imagination.
Young Master Sang believed.
Sooner or later, this woman would be driven mad by her own fantasies.
But the effectiveness was surprisingly beyond his expectations…
What kind of downright tragic picture was playing out in her mind right now?
After wiping for a while, Zhang Xiaoying, seeing the stain still wouldn’t come off, had to look up, her beautiful eyes glistening with mist:
“I’m so sorry, Master… I can’t do it anymore…”
“How about, when we get back, I can help you properly solve this?”
Young Master Sang sighed and nodded:
“Alas. Fine.”
“Anyway, no one will come this afternoon. I’ll reluctantly hold on until the end of work.”
“Little Ying, be careful~ When we get home, I’ll give you a good cleaning~”
Zhang Xiaoying’s cheeks turned even rosier.
She was a bit unaccustomed to Young Master Sang’s closeness today.
Why is Master acting so intimate today?
Could it be just a psychological illusion from me liking him too much?
No, no way.
Master called me his wife…
Aha, it’s clear now, Master is surely too lonely and has been holding back for too long.
Zhang Xiaoying pumped herself up inside.
Tonight, I absolutely must make my master feel good.
But for Shi Qingyan on the other side.
Hearing their words felt like a twist of fate.
“You… you’re going to continue this when you go back?”
“No, Little Ying, my Little Ying… you can’t be with that man…”
Slumped against the prison bars, it seemed as if all tears had dried up.
She could only helplessly and despairingly reach out with trembling hands towards the shadow of the two fading away.
“Bring my Little Ying… back to me…”
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