C2 Your Man

Outside the alley, a line of luxury cars was parked. As someone approached to take Leh Jiu from the man's embrace, a cold glance from the man stopped him in his tracks, deterring any further action.

The man's movements were careful and gentle as he settled into the car, as if wary of disturbing the small cat cradled in his arms.

...

In the Imperial Capital, at Liyuan, the lights blazed, making it as bright as day.

A fleet of luxury cars pulled up at the entrance, and as soon as they came to a halt, the awaiting crowd approached to offer their respectful greetings.

"Young Master."

The car door swung open, revealing a pair of slender legs clad in tailor-made designer trousers, ending in gleaming, custom leather shoes that were clearly expensive. The sound of the shoe soles hitting the ground resonated deeply.

In stark contrast to the refined elegance of his lower half, the man's bare upper body exuded a wild charm.

Leh Jiu was also present, nestled in his arms.

The crowd parted ways, allowing Si Nanzhi to carry Leh Jiu inside with ease.

Just then, a man hurried out from the garden, exclaiming, "Is Si in a bad way? Get him his medicine quickly..."

He stopped mid-sentence, his eyes widening in astonishment at the sight of the woman in Si Nanzhi's arms, his face a picture of disbelief.

The man was so startled he looked as though he could swallow an egg whole. He gazed after Si Nanzhi's retreating figure and asked, "Lu Xing, what is Si Nanzhi cradling?"

Lu Xing replied earnestly, "A woman."

"..."

That was stating the obvious!

He wasn't blind; surely he could tell the difference between a man and a woman?

Si Nanzhi carried Leh Jiu into the bedroom and laid her down on the large bed.

Now, with the night's veil lifted, Leh Jiu's features were fully exposed to Si Nanzhi's gaze.

He was taken aback by her beauty; she was as exquisite as a porcelain doll, with a petite face, a delicate nose, tempting red lips, skin as white as porcelain, and a waist so slender it could be encircled with one hand.

Si Nanzhi's gaze lingered on her lips, his eyes dark with intensity. He was all too aware of the sweetness and fragrance that had stirred a reaction in him.

He couldn't afford to dwell on it any longer.

Pushing down the rising desire, Si Nanzhi summoned a servant, instructing firmly, "Clean her up."

"Yes, Young Master."

After changing his attire, Si Nanzhi left the bedroom and headed for the study.

Two men awaited him there: Lu Xing and Tang Chi, the latter having inquired about Leh Jiu's affiliations.

"All the men sent were ready to die; not one survived. Those captured took poison and killed themselves," Lu Xing reported grimly.

Si Nanzhi's expression turned dark with loathing. "How did that old coot get the funds to hire such fanatics?"

Lu Xing rubbed his nose, revealing, "Si Deming reconnected with an old flame."

It seemed that during Si Nanzhi's bout with the insect poison, this old flame had financed the hiring of assassins to target his own son.

At this news, Si Nanzhi let out a cold, cruel laugh, suggesting, "Since they're so fond of each other, let's reunite them behind bars."

Lu Xing shivered at the thought.

Indeed, there was no doubt that this treacherous pair was in for a grim fate.

"Besides medication, is there any other way to suppress the venom inside me?" Si Nanzhi inquired, turning his attention to Tang Chi.

Tang Chi's eyes sharpened as he blurted out in shock, "You haven't taken your medicine?"

"No, I haven't."

Tang Chi had assumed Si Nanzhi was medicated, given his composed demeanor.

Upon hearing this, Tang Chi conducted a thorough examination and discovered that the venomous insect within Si Nanzhi was dormant, not subdued by any drug, and had not actually acted up.

"Your insect poison hasn't flared up?" Tang Chi asked, a mix of surprise and elation in his voice. Could his concoction have worked?

Si Nanzhi, with no intention of sparing his feelings, delivered a blunt retort: "It has flared up."

The smile on his face instantly stiffened.

Tang Chi was about to inquire about the issue when a thought struck him. "Is there a problem with the woman I brought back tonight?"

A scene flashed through Si Nanzhi's mind. He recalled that after tasting her blood, the excruciating pain in his heart had miraculously begun to fade.

Following their union, the agitated venomous insect within him seemed to have been calmed by a tranquilizer, settling down immediately.

Something seemed to be drawing him in, relentlessly drawing from her.

Si Nanzhi was aware of only one thing: his desire for her.

"What did she do to you?"

"I slept with her."

His words landed like a thunderclap, leaving Tang Chi utterly astonished.

Goodness gracious.

This was monumental. Our little virgin had just had his first experience!

Si Nanzhi lifted his gaze to meet Tang Chi's, his look dark and threatening. "What's with that look?"

Hehe, it's a look of celebration and applause for you.

The next moment, Tang Chi's smirk faded as he adopted a solemn demeanor, his face inscrutable. "It appears the problem does indeed stem from that woman."

Just then, a knock sounded at the study door.

"Come in."

Si Nanzhi's gaze remained fixed on Tang Chi, sharp as a blade, as if ready to dissect him.

The person at the door was a maid who had been assisting Leh Jiu with her clothing.

"Young Master, the lady has awakened, but she refuses to let me touch her."

The maid's hair was disheveled, her clothing in disarray; it was clear that their encounter had been more than a simple refusal.

Upon hearing this, Si Nanzhi rose and made his way out of the study.

Inside the bedroom, Leh Jiu sat on the bed like a startled rabbit, knees hugged to her chest, draped in Si Nanzhi's black silk shirt. She watched him enter with wide, guarded eyes, bristling with caution.

Si Nanzhi advanced slowly towards her, stopping at the foot of the bed.

Leh Jiu, her eyes brimming with alarm, clutched herself and scooted backward, her voice feigning toughness as she demanded, "Who are you?"

In Si Nanzhi's eyes, her ferocity was as threatening as a fluffed-up kitten—utterly lacking in intimidation. His lips quirked into an amused smile, his interest clearly piqued.

"Your man."