Chapter 97: Social Death
Yu Xia had no idea what Sang Zhe meant by his words.
But she had thought about it herself.
When she first arrived at the Sang family, Yu Xia watched the lively and joyous atmosphere surrounding Sang Zhe and wondered this very question.
Why were there always so many people around Sang Zhe?
Why did these people betray themselves?
Abandon the sect.
But not betray or abandon him?
Did Sang Zhe have some kind of secret that forced them to submit to him?
Or did he use some method to tame these women into needing him?
But in the past few days, Yu Xia discovered that Sang Zhe didn’t seem to be special at all.
He was ordinary and gentle, just an average man.
Yet, neither Si Jingzhu, Shi Qingyan, nor Yan Rouwan showed a shred of disdain or dislike for him.
They seemed to genuinely enjoy being by Sang Zhe’s side.
Yu Xia couldn’t understand.
She thought that in order to attract others to oneself, one needed to continuously become stronger.
They had to feel a sense of security and profit from being by your side.
Only by being absolutely strong could you guarantee a crowd would always surround you, just like the former Water Moon Sect.
But why, then, was this man just a weak and ordinary foundation-building cultivator, yet effortlessly attracted so many people to him?
Yu Xia was baffled.
But she vaguely felt that ever since she lost her cultivation, the world looked different to her.
Maybe.
With her current perspective, after spending some more time with these people, she could find the reason.
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Meanwhile, in Si Jingzhu’s room.
Lying on the bed, Si Jingzhu was giddy with delight, fantasizing about the scene in the next room.
That old woman Yu Xia.
Always so self-righteous and looking down on others.
And now she had to stoop so low as to warm a man’s bed?
For someone so prideful, wasn’t that more painful than death?
Just imagining Yu Xia, maybe blushing and struggling in bed while the lustful Sang Zhe grinned mischievously at this plump and charming middle-aged woman…
Si Jingzhu felt a mix of joy and satisfaction.
Hehe.
Heh…
……
……How could that be!
Suddenly, Si Jingzhu realized something.
Zhang Xiaoying was finally out of the house.
What a rare chance to get close to Sang Zhe, and she actually failed to appreciate it.
Instead, she handed it over to that old woman Yu Xia?
What was wrong with her? How could she even think of letting Yu Xia warm Sang Zhe’s bed?
If anyone should be doing that, it should be her!
No way, she couldn’t let this opportunity slip away!
Having navigated through that curve, Si Jingzhu jumped out of bed, barefoot, and ran to Sang Zhe’s room.
Just as she was about to knock, a woman’s suppressed and alluring moan suddenly came from inside.
“Mm… Ugh.”
“Just hold on a bit longer, I’m almost done.”
“Master, the maid… I can’t take it anymore…”
“It’s okay, you’ll feel better soon.”
Eavesdropping at the door, Si Jingzhu felt blood rush to her face, turning her crimson.
Wait!
What are you all doing in there!?
This can’t be happening! They can’t do this!
Unable to bear the internal turmoil, Si Jingzhu burst into the room, her voice filled with indignation:
“You can’t do this!”
“I was here first! You can’t cut in line—if anyone’s to bed him, it should be me first!”
“You all… you can’t…”
“Do that…” Her voice trailed off.
Sang Zhe and Yu Xia sitting on the bed turned to stare at her, equally dumbfounded.
She stared back at them, all three of them wide-eyed, creating an exceptionally awkward atmosphere.
Si Jingzhu: “…What are you doing?”
Sang Zhe: “…What are you doing?”
Si Jingzhu couldn’t come up with a response.
She felt her face was hot enough to steam sweet potatoes.
If only she had a redo button for life…
Please, shoot me in the head. Don’t hesitate.
Too bad she didn’t have a system. No one to trade for such things.
She could only endure their bizarre stares while silently closing the door in extreme mortification.
A few seconds later, she flung the door open again, looking at the two with a death-defying bravado:
“What I just said, if anyone of you doesn’t forget it before tonight…”
“I’ll feed you my fingers while you sleep.”
“Got it?” Her eyes were hollow and void.
Sang Zhe: “…”
Yu Xia: “…”
With a slam, Si Jingzhu shut the door hard.
A moment later.
Sang Zhe heard the sound of the girl outside having a full-on breakdown, sobbing uncontrollably.
Sigh.
What are these young girls even thinking all day long? Sang Zhe sighed with helplessness.
“Um, Master? Is the medicine done? Can I leave now?”
Yu Xia looked at Sang Zhe timidly.
“Ah, it’s done.”
As Sang Zhe packed up the medicine box, he reminded her, “Be careful when cooking next time. This ointment is expensive; you should use it sparingly.”
Yu Xia cast him a complex glance.
After a long moment, she slowly bowed and took her leave.
“Understood, Master.”
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Yu Xia didn’t understand.
Since losing her cultivation, she found more things she didn’t understand.
Like why cooking was more complicated than practicing.
Or why haggling with vegetable vendors was more exhausting than managing a sect.
Or why Sang Zhe, to someone like her with no cultivation, would still be willing to apply ointment for her.
Yu Xia used to think that this world was unfair.
There had to be exceptional people, and there had to be mediocre ones.
Exceptional individuals had to make themselves even more exceptional to lead the mediocre, to live mediocre lives.
The world also had its fairness.
To get something, one had to give something.
Interpersonal relationships were always about purpose and benefits.
There was no such thing as unconditional giving.
Even when Sang Zhe brought her home, Yu Xia believed he must have some ulterior motive.
He might want to use her. Or perhaps he just fancied her body.
But anyway, she didn’t believe Sang Zhe would be kind enough to rescue her without expecting something in return.
Yet after these days together, Yu Xia still hadn’t felt an ounce of ulterior motive from this man.
Especially the next day when Yu Xia gazed at her palm, now smooth and devoid of any scars, lingering in thought.
It seemed he hadn’t lied to her.
It appeared he really didn’t have any ulterior motives.
It just so happened.
He needed someone who could cook in his household.
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