Finest Servant

Chapter 289

Chapter 289

Chapter 289 The Eldest Miss' Disappearance

If things were really as such, the situation seemed rather stimulating. Should he consider it? His heart pounded faster, and he stared blankly for a good while. Seeing his expression, An Biru chuckled, "Well, well, so you're tempted just hearing that she's pretty? Men really can't resist a lure."

Lin Wanrong, feigning deaf to her sarcasm, curiously asked, "Then could you tell me, Miss An, where does this goddess live? How can I meet her?"

"Want to see her? In this world, there are enough men who want to see her to form a line from the capital to Jinling. But how many have really seen my senior sister’s true face?" An Biru shook her head, smilingly glanced at him. "Of course, you are an exception. As long as you accept these conditions and with my arrangements, you can see her as many times as you want. As for how to defeat her, that depends on your own abilities. Worst-case scenario, you're exposed, she kills you, hahaha."

Lin Wanrong, breaking out in a cold sweat, had initially been focused only on the thrilling aspect of the matter, overlooking the inherent danger. Luckily, this vixen pointed it out.

He was about to respond with a chuckle when he saw An Biru frown slightly, whispering, "Someone's coming..."

Lin Wanrong listened intently. There came the faint sound of footsteps from the corridor, seemingly from a woman. This woman appeared to be deliberately treading lightly. If one didn't listen closely, they wouldn't notice at all.

"Who—?" An Biru’s eyes gleamed with mischief, and she suddenly asked out loud.

The woman outside the window paused, seemingly surprised that there was a female voice inside. She gritted her teeth, clenched her fists, and growled, "And who are you?"

"Hahaha, I'm Lin San's sweetheart—" An Biru gave Lin Wanrong a teasing glance.

"Are you out of your mind?" Lin Wanrong jumped in fright, hastily pulling An Biru towards him, his palm covering her cherry-like mouth, "Damn it, are you trying to get me in trouble? That's the Eldest Miss. Watch out, I might rape you and then kill you, look at what—haven't you been raped before?"

An Biru blinked her eyes, her long lashes trembling, a strange pink flush spread across her face. As her cherry-like mouth slightly parted, a fragrance akin to orchid musk reached his nostrils, "Are you afraid of her? That’s even better. Agree with me or not—help, young mistress, help—"

"Damn you," Lin Wanrong forcefully covered her mouth, pushing her body harshly against the wall, the two of them pressing together.

"I'm warning you, I do what I want, and no one can force me. Don't overestimate your cleverness, I am capable of anything." He warned, his eyes menacing.

An Biru panted rapidly, her breath fragrant on his palm, stirring something in his heart. Lin Wanrong's leg pressed against her slender, round one, their bodies fitting together, looking into each other's eyes.

An Biru struggled a few times, fear flickered in her eyes, her ample chest heaving. Like a naive young girl, she stammered, "What... what are you doing? Don't come over."

"Damn you and your act," Lin Wanrong, fully aware of Sister An's coquettish tactics, was indifferent to her pitiful and frail appearance. He forcefully moved in front of her, looked at her long eyelashes, and her glistening cheeks, and sneered, "You don't know what I'm going to do—" His large hand reached for her chest, "Now you should know, shouldn't you?"

An Biru's face drastically changed color. Just as she was about to react, Lin Wanrong was faster. He leaned his body, pinning her against the wall, his hand already resting on her breast.

With just a slight touch, Lin Wanrong felt a thrill running through him. This softness was plump and upright, and even through her clothes, he could feel its smooth elasticity, as if it were pushing his palm away.

An Biru was more skilled in martial arts than him, but she had not expected this seemingly mild little brother to suddenly become aggressive. His demeanor drastically changed from his previous playful manner, and he was ruthlessly resolute. She was caught off guard and he succeeded in his move.

Her face turned pale and she angrily exclaimed, "How dare you insult me, I will kill you, ah—"

Lin Wanrong held her hands high above her head, pinning her down with his entire body. Looking at her jade-like cheeks, he angrily said, "Xian'er spends all day talking about killing. This is what you taught her, right? Since you're so fond of killing, then I'll kill you first."

His eyes were filled with anger, seeming to be on fire. An Biru was panting, her cherry lips opening and closing, eyes filled with both shyness and rage. The two stared at each other, neither willing to back down.

Their bodies were pressed tightly together, each able to feel the other's quickened breath, the heated atmosphere making their heartbeats accelerate.

The Eldest Miss outside the door, having not heard any response for a while, called out again, "Who are you? Speak up? How did you get in his room, Lin San, Lin San—"

Inside the room, the two were pressed tightly together, Lin Wanrong grasping her white wrist, feeling the softness against his chest. Looking at her immaculate face and neck gradually flushed, the air was filled with a tantalizing aura. The mature fragrance of the woman wafted into his nose, making his heart race countless times faster.

The thighs of the two pressed against each other were sweaty, wetly sticking together. Sister An had a slender figure, and being a martial artist, her legs were firm and full of elasticity. This touch made him feel refreshed. Lin Wanrong leaned further into her legs, letting out a comfortable hum.

An Biru's cheeks were bright red, a thin layer of sweat appearing on her delicate nose, her eyes teary and breathing heavy, she stuttered, "You, don't do this, I am Xian'er's master—"

It would have been better if she hadn't spoken those words. As soon as she finished, Lin Wanrong felt like a fire had been lit in his nose, and his whole body was burning hot. He swallowed and said, "You are Xian'er's master, and I am Xian'er's husband—"

"Ah—" An Biru's face turned as red as blood, and a strange feeling surged in her heart, as if she had broken some taboo. Despite her high martial arts skill, she was sweating profusely, her body covered in sweat pressing against Lin Wanrong's equally drenched body. They were like two wet figures stuck together, an unusual feeling surging within them.

Flames blazed in Lin Wanrong's eyes as he pressed closely against her smooth, rounded legs, his body slowly moving forward. The heated part of him, like a burning flame, was pressed against her lower abdomen, causing her dress to form a wrinkle, right at her delicate spot.

"No—" An Biru seemed to forget that she was a martial artist. Her delicate body twisted tightly, and she let out a soft, urgent cry. Her charming eyes were slightly closed, and her high, firm chest drew a wonderful wave. Her fragrant mouth exhaled an orchid-like breath, hitting his face with waves of heat.

‘Damn, this feels so good,’ Lin Wanrong thought to himself. This vixen was like a ripe peach, her mature and round legs tightly clamping him. The feeling of smooth tension coming from below her belly was like fresh tofu just out of the water. Even though they were separated by a thin layer of clothing, he could still feel her delicacy and fragility. ‘At this point, you still tell me not to, do you think I am a good man or a believer?’ He slightly pushed up, and both of them let out a soft gasp.

An Biru's heart was about to jump out. Suddenly, she punched him on the shoulder and sobbed, "What are you doing, don't bully me, don't bully me—" At this moment, she was not the Holy Mother of the White Lotus Sect, but an ordinary woman being bullied. It was natural for her to punch him twice.

Sweat, what was he doing? Seeing the tears in the corner of An Biru's eyes, Lin Wanrong sobered up a lot. He never played violent games.

"Lin San, are you in there? I'm coming in—"

Lin Wanrong was startled and hurriedly said, "Don't come in—"

He was about to separate from An Biru in a hurry. Sister An snorted and hugged his neck with a charming smile, "What's the matter, dare not continue?"

"Damn, what are you doing, let me go, let me go, help, rape—" Before he could finish his words, he heard a light sound, the door was pushed open, and the Eldest Miss was holding a few small dishes in her hand, about to step in. Seeing the situation in the room, her face turned pale, and she stood there in a daze.

"This, this, Miss, things are not what you think—hey, let me go, let me go—Miss, I was forced—"

There was a crisp sound, and the cup in Xiao Yuruo's hand fell to the ground and shattered. The exquisite dishes were scattered all over the floor. She looked at Lin Wanrong blankly, her eyes filled with tears. Suddenly, she turned around and ran out.

"Miss, Miss—" Lin Wanrong called out anxiously. But Xiao Yuruo was stubborn and wouldn't listen to his shouts. In a few moments, she had run out of sight.

An Biru let go of her arm around his neck with a giggle, "Alright, she's gone, you can go ahead with our business!"

Lin Wanrong snorted and ignored her. He was about to go find the Eldest Miss when An Biru quickly grabbed him, "Where are you going?"

Lin Wanrong said coldly, "Let go of your hand, or I can't guarantee what I'll do."

An Biru had only ever seen him cheerful and jovial, never this cold and detached. She barely recognized him, this wasn't the little brother she was familiar with. Unsettled, a sudden fear sprouted in her heart. She reluctantly let go of his arm and said softly, "Why so fierce? She ran away on her own, I didn't chase her with a stick."

‘Bloody hell, is this witch even human? To say such things!’ He thought to himself, exasperated. 'Forget it, I can't deal with you, nor do I want to.' Annoyed and worried about what foolishness Xiao Yuruo might get up to, he decided to ignore An Biru. He took a step towards the door, intending to leave.

Seeing his aloofness, An Biru sighed softly, "Forget it, forget it. I am just a lowly Miao girl, a witch who stops at nothing. Being bullied like this... perhaps I deserve it. Go find your Miss Xiao and bring her back."

As she spoke, she stole a glance at him. He seemed not to hear her, striding quickly towards the door. Within moments, he was gone.

He just left like that? An Biru stood there stunned for a while, then a blush crept onto her cheeks. She giggled, "You naughty boy, not taking hard or soft tactics, running off after taking advantage. What a character!"

Lin Wanrong stepped outside, first going to Eldest Miss Xiao's room to look for her, but it was empty. Just then, he spotted Eldest Miss Xiao's maid Huan’er coming in. He quickly grabbed her, asking, "Huan’er, have you seen Eldest Miss?"

"Eldest Miss?" Huan’er was puzzled. "Didn't she just go to deliver your meal? Knowing that you hadn't eaten tonight, she specifically ordered the kitchen to prepare a few dishes for you. Initially, she had asked me to bring them to you, but later, she decided to deliver them herself. Didn't you see her?"

"Ah, we must have missed each other!" Lin Wanrong awkwardly laughed, feeling uneasy. 'This girl always has a poker face in front of me, but it turns out she's so thoughtful. Tonight, I was tempted by that fox An. I almost took the bait, I really owe it to Miss Xiao. From now on, I must mend my ways... But then again, who could resist that fox's temptation? I showed more restraint than Liu Xiahui himself.'

With Huan’er, he searched high and low but found no trace of Miss Xiao. They asked the courtyard's staff, and someone had indeed seen Miss Xiao hastily leaving. But it was already late, and no one had noted which direction she had taken.

Lin Wanrong was anxious. This was the capital, not Jinling. It was late at night, and Eldest Miss barely knew anyone here, let alone any familiar places. Where could she have gone?

Upon hearing the news, Sister Song quickly came over, looking worried. She glanced at Lin Wanrong, "Brother Lin, if you don't mind me asking, did you have a falling out with Eldest Miss?"

Lin Wanrong gave a dry laugh, unsure whether to admit it or not. Sister Song sighed, "Brother Lin, it's not my place to say, but Eldest Miss cares about you a lot, even I'm envious seeing how considerate she is towards you."

Seeing his puzzled look, Sister Song helplessly shook her head, "Eldest Miss originally didn't want me to say anything, but if I don't, you will never know how good Eldest Miss has been to you. Take today's visit to the officials in the capital for example. She originally wanted you to go, but she said that you are prideful and seeing you try to please others would make you uncomfortable. Fearing you'd feel slighted, she asked me to accompany her and sent you to escort the Second Miss. When we met you outside the moat, we had seen you long before. Eldest Miss saw you in a daze and didn't want us to disturb you, so we waited there for you. She was also worried that you might unknowingly trespass into the forbidden area of the palace and cause trouble, so she especially asked me to bribe the soldiers by the moat, which allowed you to walk a few steps forward. Although Eldest Miss was angry with you in the evening, she also instructed me to make you some extra clothes, saying that you are reckless and unaware of the weather. If no one takes care of you, you could wear summer clothes in the winter. Although she verbally expresses annoyance towards you, she is also worried that you might go hungry, so she secretly ran to the kitchen and instructed the cook to make some dishes for you. I have been serving the Xiao family for several decades, serving both the Madam and the young lady, but I have never seen Eldest Miss treat anyone like this. You, my boy, are in the midst of blessings yet do not know it."

“I'm not as terrible as she describes,” Lin Wanrong's nose tingled slightly, and he abruptly stood up, "Rest assured, even if I have to die, I will bring Yuruo back."

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