C9 Chapter 9

The urge to pee hit him!

“Y-you, what did you do?” Xiao Jing'an shuddered, going rigid, too scared to move.

Chu Jiuge had already loosened her grip, and he could breathe freely now, but his face was even redder than before.

Before, it had been from holding his breath. Now it was from humiliation.

And of course, he was scared too.

He hadn’t taken Chu Jiuge’s words seriously before. How could he, Xiao Jing'an, possibly wet himself in public? But now, he couldn’t be so sure.

He didn’t know what Chu Jiuge had done, but he definitely felt the urge to pee.

“That’s not important. What matters is... as long as I want, you’ll lose control and wet yourself right here in front of everyone. Young Master Xiao, want to test it?” Chu Jiuge’s voice was light and soft, like a lover’s whisper. There was even a tender sweetness to it.

But Xiao Jing'an was in no mood to appreciate any of that. Along with the humiliation and fury burning inside him, there was also a growing thread of fear.

He wasn’t afraid of death, but he was afraid of disgrace.

If people found out that the young master of the Xiao family had been frightened into wetting himself in public by a woman, he wouldn’t just lose all dignity—he would drag the Xiao family’s name through the mud.

“What do you want? Say it!” His own life meant little, but the family’s honor could not be tarnished.

“Apologize. Then... admit that what happened today was your fault, not mine.” With Xiao Jing'an saying that, she would at least be safe for now.

Xiao Jing'an might have feared wetting himself in public, but he wanted even less to admit he was wrong. “No way. You wrote me a letter asking me to meet you at the city gate. And now you want me to take the blame? You’ve got to be kidding.”

Yuen Yunhua hadn’t heard what Chu Jiuge said, but she did hear Xiao Jing'an’s words. “Chu Jiuge, you have no shame. You wrote to Jing'an, begging him to meet you at the city gate this morning and run away with you, and now you want him to take the fall for you? You did it, so own it. A woman like you is not worthy of the North Duke.”

Well, now she understood why Yuen Yunhua had it out for her. So this was all because of a man.

“You... how dare you! Chu Jiuge, Jing’an is not someone you get to set your sights on. Don’t write to Jing’an again. Those letters of yours... you may have had the nerve to write them, but I don’t even have the nerve to read them.”

The sons of noble families might look carefree and charming, dressed in fine clothes and living recklessly, but...

They still had responsibilities they were expected to uphold, especially when it came to marriage.

“What did I write that was so embarrassing you couldn’t even read it? Besides, even if I did write something, what’s it to you? I wasn’t writing to you.”

The original Chu Jiuge had indeed felt a faint bit of admiration for Xiao Jing’an, but in Chu Jiuge’s eyes, it was only superficial—the kind of admiration anyone might feel toward an outstanding, handsome young man.

There was no need to think too hard about it. The so-called love letters had to be part of another setup.

She just didn’t know who was pulling the strings behind it all. One scheme layered on top of another—it really was brilliantly done...

Chu Jiuge let out a soft laugh and didn’t bother denying that she had never written to Xiao Jing’an. Whoever had set this trap had done it too carefully; they had to have solid proof ready. Any explanation from her would be weak, and no one would believe it.

Chu Jiuge had no interest in wasting time with Yuen Yunhua, so she urged Xiao Jing’an once again to make his choice.

Or admit he was wrong and leave?