If you run out of this medicine, you can come to me anytime for more.
Su Ye looked entirely sincere.
She seemed utterly willing to cooperate with him.
But who knows what her father would think if he heard this.
She really had no choice, was forced into this.
Thinking about that tragic ending, what's the use of stubbornly holding onto the Secret Luo recipe?
In the end, he got the Secret Luo formula, and their family was wiped out too.
If giving up the secret recipe could save the Su Family, that would be a good outcome already.
If her guess was right, the people from Blood Cold Sect just now were here to exterminate the family and seize the medicine.
Although she didn't know why they changed their mind, at a time like this, if she didn't take the initiative, who knew when he'd send them again?
Su Qing watched the radiant, smiling woman before him, the sunset bathing her, gilding her in a golden hue.
She grabbed his sleeve, standing so close, her voice soft and gentle as can be.
His eyes were dark and deep, impossible to read what he was thinking.
After a while, he finally reined in his expression, his throat bobbed for a moment,
"Why does my benefactor treat me so kindly?"
Su Ye tried to find a reasonable excuse.
But they'd only met three times—where could she possibly find a reason?
He kept staring at her, eyes quietly probing her, as if trying to see through her.
Her head hung lower and lower. Tugging at his sleeve, she muttered dryly,
"Just... I've never seen anyone as good-looking as you."
Su Qing was caught off guard.
Watching her head almost drop to the floor.
He held back a smile, his crimson lips parting slightly,
"My benefactor thinks I'm good-looking, so you want to save me?"
With his smile, the Lycoris radiata at the corner of his eye swayed even more enchantingly.
He was mid-sentence—
A voice suddenly cut in from the side.
Xing ran over, panting
"Miss, you'd better hurry to the backyard. The one you're raising is fighting with a dog."
Su Ye perked up instantly and let go of his sleeve
"Really? I'd better go have a look."
She stepped back two paces, smiling at Su Qing,
"I've got something I need to deal with, so I won't see you off."
Su Qing's smile faded a little. His eyes swept over Su Ye's face, and he spoke,
"If my benefactor is in such a hurry, then go ahead."
Su Ye's smile widened.
"Then I'll be leaving first."
With that, she lifted her skirt and hurried off with Xing toward the backyard, disappearing from view in no time.
As soon as she left, the faint smile on Su Qing's face vanished too.
He lowered his gaze, staring at his sleeve where Su Ye had pinched it.
This woman is truly odd.
Clearly afraid of him, yet she's rescued him over and over.
If she wanted his face, then back at the auction she was extremely cautious.
Even when carrying him away, she covered him with a black cloth to avoid touching him.
She spent one hundred thousand taels to buy him, yet never so much as touched him, leaving hurriedly—the picture of doing a good deed anonymously.
In her eyes, he never saw that filthy desire.
She's nothing like the women he'd met before.
In the distance, a group of City Lord Mansion guards, two or three to a team, were carrying tables and chairs into the mansion.
These were made from the South Sea's thousand-year-old wood. Heavy stuff.
Especially with the seller so far away, they'd hauled them back by foot for nearly a full two-hour stretch.
Some were worn out, couldn't help complaining,
"What does the Young City Lord mean? Didn't he say to sell these? Why did he redeem them again? Ugh, this thing's heavy."
"Who knows—just a few days ago he emptied the mansion for one hundred thousand taels of gold leaves, and today says he doesn't want them anymore. The Young City Lord's intentions are really harder and harder to figure out."