C11 Bathing

If Qiao Yiyi had known that Mo Siyu was the one bathing her, she would have refused to set foot in the tub, no matter the consequences. The fact that the esteemed Miss Mo was personally attending to her bath was astonishing enough. Miss Mo's attention to detail was extraordinary, leaving no spot untouched and causing Yiyi to blush furiously as she splashed and scuffled with her in the bathtub. The water flew in all directions, leaving the bathroom in complete disarray.

Naturally, Yiyi was no match for Miss Mo. Despite her resistance, Siyu meticulously cleaned her from head to toe, even trimming and smoothing her fingernails and toenails.

Yiyi had never experienced such a thorough bath in her life; she was as pristine as a newborn, her skin tinged with a soft blush.

After drying Yiyi's hair, Siyu braided it into plaits and chose a nightgown adorned with a large bow at the back for her to wear. It revealed Yiyi's delicate shoulders, elegant neck, supple arms, and ivory legs.

Siyu surveyed her work and nodded with approval. "Hmm, not bad. I hope Xiling will appreciate it."

Seeing her reflection, Yiyi felt a wave of nausea. Miss Mo had dressed her up like a present, complete with an ostentatious bow that was both gaudy and tasteless, leaving her in a mix of amusement and dismay.

"Just wait here, Xiling will arrive shortly," Siyu instructed her. "Remember to be compliant and don't upset him."

As if she would obey. Yiyi was determined to do the exact opposite of what Mo Xiling desired. If she could provoke the man enough to anger him, she might find her chance to leave.

Despite her resolve, Yiyi was tense. She scanned the room for anything she could use as a weapon, just in case her plan failed and she needed to incapacitate Mo Xiling to make her escape.

She tried lifting two large floor vases by the wall, but they were too heavy to be practical. Then her gaze landed on a sword mounted on the wall. She drew it out with ease; its blade was light and gleamed with sharpness—a fine piece indeed. Yiyi's spirits lifted. Even if she couldn't overpower Mo Xiling in a physical fight, armed with a sword, she wouldn't be easily subdued.

Just as she slid the sword beneath the mattress, Mo Xiling entered the room.

He approached her deliberately, his deep-set eyes scrutinizing her from head to toe.

Qiao Yiyi was seized by an unexplainable dread at his presence. Her heart pounded, sweat gathered in her palms, and she clutched her skirt tightly, sitting at the edge of the bed with her head bowed.

She noticed he was wearing soft slippers as he stood before her and spoke in a low, measured tone, "Undress me."

Qiao Yiyi's stomach flipped. The way he demanded she undress him, did he think he was some kind of nobleman?

But if she didn't seize the moment to create a scene, when would she? Gathering her resolve, Qiao Yiyi looked up, her eyes brimming with tears. She began to weep pitifully, "Mr. Mo, please, release me. Sob, sob... I implore you, sob, sob..."

Clearly caught off guard by her outburst, Mo Xiling paused, then sharply commanded, "Stop crying!"

Qiao Yiyi, however, cried harder, her sobs growing louder, tears and snot streaking her face, much to Mo Xiling's revulsion. He stepped back in disgust.

"Be quiet, I said no crying!"

Qiao Yiyi smeared the snot on her nightgown with one hand and reached out to grasp Mo Xiling's clothes. He swiftly dodged, retreating several steps until he was three meters away. After watching her silently for a moment, he turned and left the room.

Victory had come so swiftly that Qiao Yiyi could hardly believe it. Had she really just repelled the formidable Mo Xiling?

She nearly cheered but refrained from wiping the sticky mess from her face, just in case Mo Xiling decided to return. Then, she could continue her ruse to repulse him.