Chapter Thirty: Punishment for Your Back Scrubbing
In the end, even though she was reluctant and played with the two cats for a long time, Yan Rouwan still went home late at night.
It wasn’t far, just a few steps.
It was that kind of distance. If she really left the bedroom door open, she could sneak in for a little midnight mischief and pop back easily.
Especially before leaving, she slyly winked at Zhang Xiaoying when she wasn’t paying attention.
That expression seemed to hide everything she wanted to say.
It made Young Master Sang feel a bit itchy inside.
This woman wouldn’t have carved his soul seal, would she?
And really got a thing for him?
Oh dear, that’d be so embarrassing! If he didn’t sneak around to investigate the “water curtain cave” at midnight, he’d look like a total beast.
But of course, he was just thinking.
In his previous life, Young Master Sang was way too familiar with this kind of bad woman’s tricks.
They first pull at your heartstrings, keeping you in a state of itchiness.
Then they dangle a piece of meat right in front of you.
They’d occasionally act cute, find time to chat with you as if you were their special confidant.
And then, you’d be like a good dog, drooling and chasing after that meat.
Replacing all thoughts with, “Ah, she only confides in me, I’m definitely important to her.”
“Ah, she’s so lonely and pitiful; only I can treat her well and be beside her.”
Swaying your tail like a good boy, thinking you’re a prime example of a century’s good man, a great warm-hearted guy.
But no matter how much you run, you won’t even get a bite of that meat in front of you.
Instead, she’d be sitting on your back, shifting the dangling meat wherever she pleased.
And there’d be some silly dog waddling around with her.
Young Master Sang had been through this more than a few times, whether in school or at work.
After being a “licking dog” too many times, he became resistant to this sort of routine.
You need to have a clear understanding of yourself.
What makes you think someone would feel like the world can’t exist without you?
The women who confide in you will also confide in others.
You just happened to cross paths with them—it doesn’t mean you’re unique.
Even if you stop chasing, there’ll still be another dude living the same life you did.
She’d still be as cozy and talkative with someone else just like she was with you.
So Young Master Sang figured it out in his previous life.
The thing that brings security isn’t a partner.
It’s money.
Earn more, save more. Women might deceive you, but savings won’t.
If you have enough saved, no matter how deceitful a woman is, you still have a final fallback.
Thinking of this, Young Master Sang cast aside those thoughts.
He decided to work honestly and earn solidly.
Find a plain, ordinary girl from a suitable background and lead a simple life, one meal at a time.
At least he would never become a licking dog!
After Yan Rouwan left, Zhang Xiaoying’s demeanor visibly relaxed, and she resumed a respectful and gentle expression towards Young Master Sang.
“Master, shall I prepare a bath tonight? The hot water earlier was wasted on that dirty cat; let me boil another bucket for you.”
“Oh, sorry to trouble you.”
Not taking a bath felt uncomfortable after coming back.
Zhang Xiaoying nodded and went to boil the water while Young Master Sang changed into a bathrobe, lying back in the bathroom.
Now he had some points in his hand!
He had always watched the system’s shop filled with all those dazzling treasures, only daydreaming before. Now he could actually spend a little!
Of course, knowing Young Master Sang’s thrifty nature, he didn’t have much he wanted to buy.
Life was going pretty well at the moment; he didn’t feel lacking in anything.
But the feeling of browsing was still quite pleasant.
Just as he was blissfully lost in the system shop, the bathroom door suddenly opened.
“Master, the hot water is ready. Let me add it for you.”
“Oh, that’s a hassle.”
Young Master Sang didn’t bother to lift his head, still engrossed in the system shop.
The footsteps got closer, reached beside the wooden tub to add hot water but didn’t leave.
A moment later, he heard a soft whisper like a mosquito:
“Master… does the servant need to receive punishment now?”
Young Master Sang froze for a moment.
When he came back to his senses, he turned to look at Zhang Xiaoying.
“What punishment?”
“Master said during the day… I must be punished…”
Unexpectedly, Zhang Xiaoying was completely unclad and just wrapped in a towel, covering her alluring form.
Her face was flushed, and the steam from the water made her slightly shy.
Her delicate little feet stepped cautiously on the wet pebble floor, seeming a bit uneasy.
“The servant thought, why not receive the punishment here? It’d be easier to clean up afterward…”
Young Master Sang’s jaw dropped, momentarily speechless on what to say.
Um.
He couldn’t possibly say he was just trying to tease Shi Qingyan during the day.
Scaring her, he was only joking, right?
The key was that this girl seemed to have taken this seriously.
Young Master Sang stuttered for a long time before finally muttering, “Well, Xiaoying, I thought it over again. Being a master, I can’t be that petty. Everyone makes mistakes; I should be magnanimous and forgive instead of holding grudges…”
“No way!”
To his surprise, Zhang Xiaoying’s voice suddenly grew urgent: “I made a mistake; I must be punished. Otherwise, if I’m so spoiled, how could I become a worthy wife for the master?”
“Please, don’t be lenient and punish me seriously.”
Saying that, she slowly knelt behind Young Master Sang.
Young Master Sang: “?”
Why does that sound a bit like Si Jingzhu’s flavor?
Are you also an M?
But Young Master Sang didn’t dare tell her the truth.
He could practically picture that scene: discovering he was just pretending to act that way for work, Zhang Xiaoying’s beautiful eyes dimming immediately, muttering to herself, “Oh, so that’s how it is. It really was my own delusion. I wasn’t that important to the master after all. The sweet words he said during the day were just lies,” then leaving with a face full of disappointment.
Thinking of that made him feel utterly guilty.
So, Young Master Sang pondered for a bit and said: “How about this?”
“Just… you scrub my back for me.”
After a moment, Zhang Xiaoying looked up in surprise: “Eh?”
“Just like that?”
“Don’t think it’s that easy; as your master, I have high standards for back scrubbing!” Young Master Sang intentionally stated, “You must apply just the right amount of pressure, making it both comfortable and refreshing.”
“Okay, the servant understands!”
Hesitating for a moment, Zhang Xiaoying slowly knelt behind Young Master Sang, picked up a loofah, and gently pressed it on his back, slowly rubbing.
Her movements were very careful and considerate.
It seemed she really took his words to heart and was cautiously controlling the intensity.
Occasionally, her small hands would lightly stroke Young Master Sang’s back, softly and moistly delighting him to the point where he wanted to moan.
Young Master Sang squinted his eyes, thoroughly enjoying Zhang Xiaoying’s service.
The bathroom was filled with steam but felt unusually cozy.
For a moment there,
Young Master Sang suddenly felt.
This seemed to be the life he’d always dreamed of!
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