Chapter 28: Challenging the Limits of a Man

The girl nodded slightly and entered the room.

Aunt He only turned to leave after the girl had closed the door, secretly thinking to herself: The young lady is truly beautiful—even as a woman, she couldn’t help but be swayed, let alone the master. She would have to take good care of her; perhaps something good was about to happen soon.

Upstairs, in the room.

The decor was in stark black and white, sharp and unyielding, giving off a cold and distant air.

At a glance, the girl knew this was Mu Tingye’s room.

She couldn’t help but laugh inwardly—Aunt He had actually brought her here. Was she treating her as his... This kind of assistance was quite timely; she should make good use of it!

She absently stroked her chin, lost in thought.

She opened the wardrobe with a casual hand, and, as expected, it was filled with men’s shirts, suits, and even... Seeing that, her cheeks immediately flushed as though on fire.

Third Uncle... the size was so large.

Calming herself with effort, she entered the bathroom, filled the white bathtub with water, undressed, and slid into the water, her bare body submerged.

The gentle embrace of the water soothed her, washing away the restlessness and urgency in her heart.

In the full-length, carved mirror, she saw herself in a loose men’s shirt, her skin glowing white, a blush coloring her cheeks, her eyes sparkling like scattered stars, the tails of her eyes slightly upturned, damp hair clinging to her neck, a blend of sultry allure and innocence—contradictory, yet unexpectedly captivating.

Suddenly, the room’s landline rang.

She picked up the receiver. “Hello?”

“Miss, dinner is ready. You may come down to eat.”

“Mmm, Aunt He, I’m a bit tired from the drive and want to rest. I’ll skip dinner, thank you,” she said, twirling the phone cord absentmindedly.

“This...” The other party hesitated.

“It’s fine, a glass of milk is enough for me. Could you please bring it up for me?” Her voice was soft and gentle, making it hard to refuse.

“All right, please wait a moment.”

The call ended.

Aunt He set down the phone, hesitating. She’d meant to say that skipping dinner was bad for one’s health and that milk wasn’t enough, but realized she wasn’t in a position to insist. She decided to wait for the master to return and let him know—he’d have more sway.

She immediately went to the kitchen, poured a fresh glass of milk, and took it upstairs, knocking respectfully on Mu Tingye’s door.

On this floor, no one was allowed up without permission unless necessary. Even though the young lady needed something, Aunt He was still anxious.

The door opened; a small arm reached out for the glass of milk. The girl nodded in gratitude and closed the door.

Aunt He stood at the threshold, dazed for a while. Though the door had only opened a crack, it was enough for her to glimpse inside.

The young lady was wearing the master’s shirt—the long shirt barely covered her thighs, her long legs alluringly exposed... Scenes straight out of a drama, right before her eyes! She couldn’t handle it—at her age, even she found it thrilling!

Excitedly, she rubbed her hands together and went downstairs.

After finishing her milk, the girl set the glass aside, touched her half-damp hair, and sighed. There was no one to help her dry her hair now, and she couldn’t be bothered herself. Never mind, she would just go straight to bed. Acting on impulse, she crawled under the covers, inhaled deeply the cool scent of a man lingering on the quilt, and smiled sweetly.

It was past midnight when Mu Tingye finally returned to the villa.

Aunt He opened the door for him. “Sir.”

“Mm.”

“Is she asleep?”

“She is, but...”

“What is it?”

“The young lady didn’t have dinner, just a glass of milk.”

The man frowned and strode upstairs.

The second floor was shrouded in darkness.

He returned to his room to shower.

Water cascaded down his sculpted, enticing muscles, a sight to stir any heart.

He reached for a towel, but his gaze happened to fall on a pure white dress and lace bra in the laundry basket.

He didn’t need to guess whose they were. His eyes narrowed coldly, turbulent emotions churning within.

He quickly donned a bathrobe, turning on the lights as he walked into the room.

In an instant, the entire room was as bright as day.

His gaze landed on a bulge in the bedcovers.

He strode forward and, without mercy, whipped back the quilt.

“Mm—”

The small figure grumbled in protest at the sudden brightness.

He stood at the bedside, regarding the alluring scene before him, his handsome face unreadable.

Her long black hair was a tangle, the loose men’s shirt barely covering her hips, two slender, bare legs exposed, her soft curves rising and falling with each breath—a flagrant provocation to his self-control.

It was outrageous.

Sensing an intense gaze fixed upon her, the girl’s lashes fluttered and she opened her sleepy eyes.

She found Mu Tingye in a black bathrobe, staring at her with a deep, inscrutable look.

Uncle Tingye was angry...

“Wei Jiujiu!”

She jolted awake at once. “Ting—Tingye Uncle...”

She hastily straightened her clothes and looked up at him, her brows knitted in confusion, not understanding why he was in her room.

Before her stood a man of striking features—a chiseled face, short black hair still dripping, crystal drops sliding past tightly pressed lips, a resolute jaw, a seductive Adam’s apple, and finally vanishing between the hard lines of his chest.

Utterly enticing.

A powerful masculine aura enveloped her.

She immediately turned her head away in embarrassment, biting her lip, not daring to look.

She could also sense that he was angry, though she didn’t know why.

“Jiujiu,” his tall frame cast a shadow over her under the light.

“Tingye Uncle, you’re back...” She felt a little dizzy, uncomfortable.

“Please leave my room.”

His voice was low, suppressed, tinged with restraint.

“Your—your room?” she gasped. “I—I didn’t know.”

“Out.” He knew how much effort it took to restrain himself.

Seeing his darkened expression, she realized he’d misunderstood, so she bit her lip, wanting to explain and clear herself.

“Tingye Uncle, please don’t be angry, listen to me, I—”

“Be good, out!” His voice softened, but his patience was fraying.

“I won’t,” she said stubbornly.

His eyes narrowed; he took a step forward.

She was cowed by his presence and shrank back in fear.

“Ah—” He caught her as she tried to flee, scooping her up to return her to her room.

She evidently misunderstood, struggling in shame and frustration like a little eel, and suddenly, with a slip, her head nearly hit the floor. He caught her just in time, holding her tightly, but the force sent them both crashing to the ground.

The floor was made of the finest ironwood, hard as stone.

Protecting her, he took the full impact on his waist.

“Tingye Uncle, are you all right?” she asked anxiously, straddling his body, her face full of guilt and worry.

If not for her, he wouldn’t have been hurt saving her.

“Let me see,” she said, reaching out to untie his bathrobe, her soft white hands slipping under the loose collar, feeling around with innocent concern.