C135 Your Anxieties Are too Much to Ask of You

It was supposed to be a warm meal, but now it was cold and oppressive.

At this moment, Jon walked over and stood beside Xiao Qinghan. After bowing, he said respectfully, "Young master! Miss Rorai is here."

In the living room.

The beautiful and noble woman folded her long legs and sat elegantly on the vintage sofa in the palace. Her skirt was open, revealing her fair and well-proportioned legs.

Her slender fingers picked up a red cherry and savored it elegantly. Every movement of hers was filled with the aura of nobility.

Noble and elegant, but too sexy to be restrained. She was looking sideways at the other end of the couch, leaning against it with an expression of complete indifference. The man's beautiful blue gem eyes were filled with infatuation.

The corner of his mouth was slightly raised. She was beautiful and charming, but there was an indescribable coldness in her eyes.

The man was leaning against the wall. The perfect three-dimensional outline of his face was the handsomeness of an Oriental. His arms were crossed in front of his chest, and his head was slightly lowered with his eyes closed.

His well-proportioned body was wearing a blue and black checkered shirt and an English windbreaker. The cold wind blew into the living room and lifted his shirt.

He looked so handsome that the maids standing not far from him could not help stealing glances at him, and though they did not have the young master's good looks, the man in front of them did look attractive.

At this moment, a maid walked in with an exquisite antique tray with both hands. When she passed a man who was leaning against the sofa, she couldn't help but raise her eyes to sneak a glance.

At that moment, the man slowly opened his eyes, and the crystal light shone in thousands of colors in his eyes. The maid's entire body trembled, and the teacups on the tray clinked with each other.

After all, she had undergone strict training, so she was able to steady herself and bow to Rorai with a red face. She squatted down and placed the tray on the tea table, picked up the exquisite teapot and teacups, and put them down.

Every movement was extremely respectful, but the maid didn't notice a cold and cunning gaze looking at her like a poisonous thorn.

The maid poured the black tea into the cup, and Rorai elegantly picked up the cup.

Suddenly, with a bang, the teacup broke into pieces on the ground, and the tea splashed onto Rorai's shiny silver white crystal high-heeled shoes.

The maid was startled and said anxiously: "I'll make tea for the young lady again!"

Rorai raised the maid's chin slightly. The maid looked into Rorai's dark blue eyes and her heart inexplicably began to tremble in fear.

"My shoes are dirty! Lick them clean for me!" She smiled and said. There was a terrifying coldness in her elegance.

The maid was stunned, but when she saw the smile on Rorai's face, she said anxiously, "Yes sir!"

Rorai pushed away the maid's chin, and the maid prostrated herself on the ground, trembling all over. Just as the maid stuck out her tongue, there was a sudden cry of pain, and then there was a bang, and Rorai got up and picked up the teacup. The black tea splashed onto the maid's face like a pillar of water.

The black tea was interwoven with bright red blood and stained Rorai's shoes with blood. Just a moment ago, she had kicked the maid in the face with her sharp beak, accurately and ruthlessly.

The maid screamed in pain. The maid in the living room was shocked and her body couldn't help but tremble. Her eyes were filled with fear.

"My man is also not someone you, a lowly servant, can look at. Tell me, should I gouge your eyes out?" She raised her eyebrows, put it on the teacup, and gently picked up the fruit knife on the fruit plate. Then she spoke in a low voice.

"What are you doing?" The man strode over and held onto Rorai's hand, slightly opening his eyes as he questioned.

Rorai looked up at him. Although her wrist was hurting a little, she looked at the man with undisguised affection in his eyes. She raised her other hand and slowly placed it on the back of the man's hand. "I'm just teaching a servant who doesn't know the rules. You don't have to be nervous."

The man shook off her hand and said in a loud voice, "You don't have the right to teach a servant here a lesson."

Right at this moment, a respectful voice came from the door, "Young Master!"

The servant who fell to the ground immediately knelt on the ground, trembling.

Xiao Qinghan came striding in with one hand in his pocket, Jon following behind him. He was wearing a dark singlet sweater and a light-colored shirt, looking very noble.

The moment he came in, he noticed something strange in the living room.

He strode forward. The two cold eyes met, and a cold gust of wind blew between his dark eyes. Xiao Qinghan only glanced at the man coldly. He turned his head to the side, and his deep and dark eyes were impenetrable. There was no change in his cold and hellish expression.

He sat on the main sofa, with his long legs folded up and his forehead resting on one hand, and he gave off the air of an emperor.

"What's going on?" He asked indifferently, his handsome face so cold that it made people shiver.

"I'm just helping Young Master Xiao teach a lesson to a servant who doesn't abide by the rules." As she spoke, Rorai elegantly sat on the sofa closest to Xiao Qinghan with her lips crossed.

Xiao Qinghan's cold eyes darkened as he looked at her.

Rorai continued, "The servants in your castle don't know manners and rules at all. How can they stare at my fiancé without blinking?"

He looked up at Jon, who was standing next to Xiao Qinghan. "Jon, as the housekeeper here, should be able to tell them what basic servant etiquette is. How can the people who work for Young Master Xiao be so ignorant of the rules? Wouldn't that be a disgrace to your young master's family? I suggest that you punish them severely as a warning to others, so that others can understand what is the etiquette of servants."

Her eyes sparkled, as bright as the deep sea, and though she was smiling, there was a terrible viciousness about her that made her look like the most beautiful witch.

Jon lowered his head respectfully. "Miss Rorai, you are right. It's my fault for not disciplining her properly and being careless."

He turned his head and called out, "Young Master!"

Xiao Qinghan's eyes darkened. He coldly glanced at Rorai and casually waved his hand.

Jon understood what he meant and walked over while ordering in a deep voice, "Someone, take her away!"

The bodyguard came in from outside the door.

All the maids in the living room kneeled down on the ground and kept kowtowing, begging for mercy, "Young master, please spare our lives, young master, please spare our lives. We know we were wrong, we know we were wrong ..."

Because they knew what would happen if they were taken away like this, the servants who came here to work were only alive to come in and not out, so here they were always very careful and never dared to make a mistake.

He had never imagined that stealing a glance at the handsome man before him would lead to such a cruel punishment. It was clear how vicious and vicious the heart of this noble woman was.

Horror, despair, and begging sounds kept ringing.

Several bodyguards dragged the maid out.

"Stop!"

The man who had been cold and silent all this time suddenly shouted when the maid was taken away.