Chapter Ten
"Master," after a while, Su Yan carefully observed his expression and timidly opened her mouth, "I don't have any clothes, can you give me some women's clothes to wear?"
A gust of wind swept across her eyebrows, his gaze lingered on her body, that shameless ogling, Su Yan almost couldn't help but pour the half bowl of porridge in her hand onto his face.
"I see," Feng Jue said coldly, "you look good in this outfit. I don't mind giving you a few pieces of clothing."
Su Yan felt extremely humiliated, but she couldn't lose her temper.
"Please, Uncle," This was the lowest tone Su Yan had ever used. Since her parents passed away and she was adopted by the Gong family, she was basically a half-mistress of the Ye family and had never asked anyone for anything before.
Feng Jue narrowed his eyes, looking at the woman's pitiful appearance. Women were never in the category of things that could move him, let alone this was Gongzi Yun's woman.
Oh no, she's his woman now.
"It's fine if you want clothes, just make me happy." Feng Ze put down the spoon in his hand and spoke expressionlessly.
As soon as she spoke, Su Yan's face turned pale.
If she had a knife in her hand, she would have rushed over and stabbed that bastard to death.
Pleasure.
Feng Ze didn't have the patience to spare, seeing that she hadn't made a move for half a day, he stood up and prepared to leave. He clearly told her that there was only one chance, and he didn't have so much time to waste with her.
Su Yan almost subconsciously ran over and blocked his path.
He stood with his arms crossed over his chest, a cold sneer on his face.
She closed her eyes, this man just wanted to humiliate her. She opened her eyes and stood straight in front of him with a smile that had no temperature on her face. "Absolute Lord, you just want to trample my dignity, I'll fulfill your wish."
She moved her hand to the front of her chest and slowly unbuttoned it, "Remember to give me back my clothes."
A white shirt fell to the ground, and she was only wearing **underwear**, her slender and delicate body was presented in front of the man.
It doesn't matter, Su Yan endured the pain that was like a knife cut, desperately persuading herself, having even been on the bed together, what's the big deal.
She was never a princess with a glass heart. Since she chose to live on, don't torture herself for the so-called chastity anymore. So many years have passed, and she has always been a resilient little strong one who can't be defeated.
Su Yan's temperament was extremely introverted and tolerant.
She walked step by step, each step was difficult and laborious, she felt like the little mermaid who stepped on the knife tip, oh, the little mermaid had love, but she had nothing.
Su Yan walked up to him, tiptoed, and kissed the man's chin with her pale lips.
Her trembling hands were about to unbutton his shirt when her wrist was caught in a strong grip, and Feng Yue violently flung her away, sending Su Yan crashing to the ground.
Her elbows were propped on the ground, her long black hair covering her face, and she looked disheveled and pitiful.
"Right from the start, you're wearing a resentful face," Feng Jue's voice sounded condescending and cold, his words extremely ruthless. "A woman who can't learn to please me, I can get rid of her at any time. Remember, you're just a commodity that was bought."
Having said that, he took big strides and prepared to leave.
"...my clothes..." came a low but stubborn voice from behind Su Yan.
The wind was blowing fiercely and he didn't even turn his head, saying impatiently, "I'll send someone over with it tonight."
Until the footsteps completely disappeared at the door, Su Yan crawled over to pick up the shirt on the ground and hastily put it on, stumbling back to the bedroom, leaning against the door and slowly sliding to the floor.
Tears kept falling down, she should be grateful that there was no one else in the villa except Shen's mother, otherwise, she would have died of embarrassment.
