After sending the message, Ye Wanwan set the love letter aside and dove back into her books without another thought, racing against the clock.
Meanwhile, at Jinyuan, the entire place had descended into utter chaos—people panicking, everything turned upside down…
The man on the sofa had eyes as dark as a midwinter night. An overwhelming, suffocating pressure raged wildly through the vast space.
Every servant in the room huddled trembling in the corners, not daring to breathe too loudly.
Xu Yi's back was drenched in cold sweat. He stood rigid beside the man, his peripheral vision quivering as he stole glances at the phone on the floor—its screen shattered yet stubbornly still lit up, clearly displaying the zoomed-in love letter.
Damn it, he knew this would happen!
That woman had been hopelessly devoted to that Gu guy. Even after being dumped and having her engagement canceled, she kept throwing herself at him shamelessly. How could she possibly have a sudden change of heart and decide to behave properly with the master?
Sure enough—right after fooling the master, she immediately turned around and went chasing after Gu Yueze again.
And wrote such an embarrassingly mushy love letter!
Utterly shameless!
The letter contained a poem. Roughly translated, it went something like: willing to become the collar of your shirt to bask in your fragrance, willing to become the sash of your outer robe to wrap around your waist, willing to become the oil that slicks your hair to nourish your raven-black locks…
Pure erotic drivel!
No wonder the master was furious to this extent!
She was just a woman. If she wouldn't behave, why not treat her like an object—keep her locked up in the residence and be done with it? Why indulge her like this?
The master must have been confused, letting himself be tricked by a few sweet words from her.
Right now, the man's face was as dark and cold as still water. The beast that usually lay dormant inside him had broken free from its cage, licking its sharp claws, radiating a bloodthirsty aura.
Wanwan…
I told you…
This is the last time I give you a chance…
The last time I believe in you…
"Bring her back."
From the sofa came the man's hoarse, low voice.
Xu Yi shuddered at the chilling expression on his face and hurriedly replied, "Yes! I'll send people right away!"
In an instant, a line of black cars slipped silently out of Jinyuan's gates and melted into the night.
Inside the living room, all the servants remained deathly silent, hearts filled with resentment.
Ever since that woman started coming to Jinyuan, they hadn't had a single peaceful day. The whole place had been turned upside down because of her.
Xu Yi stared out at the thick, impenetrable darkness beyond the window, his own heart heavy with dread. What awaited them next was probably another storm of fury…
Once that woman was dragged back, who knew what kind of havoc she would wreak again?
And when that happened, the ones who would suffer the most, the most unlucky, would still be them—the lowly servants…
*DING—*
At that moment, the shattered phone on the floor suddenly chimed once. The broken screen lit up again.
Xu Yi instinctively picked it up and glanced at it. The next second, his brows furrowed tightly.
Why was it that love letter again?
And this time, it was a standalone photo of just the letter.
While Xu Yi was still puzzled, his peripheral vision caught the sender's name. He froze in shock.
The sender of this message wasn't Shen Mengqi—it was… it was Ye Wanwan!!
What… what did this mean?
Could it be that this disgustingly mushy love letter wasn't written for Gu Yueze after all… but for… for the master!?
Holy shit!!