Chapter 3

Chapter 3

Just as I was about to start sorting the vegetables, I felt someone watching me from behind.

I turned around and saw the Young Master.

With both hands in his pockets, he said to me, “Go upstairs and take a shower first.”

I was still very afraid of him.

Silently, I took off my apron and followed him upstairs.

When he was about to enter the room, I stopped him.

Stubbornly and bravely, I said, “I know you said I was cheap and deserved to be played with by you, but I don’t want that anymore.”

He raised an eyebrow and looked at me at his leisure, signaling for me to continue.

Tears welled up in my eyes. “Just go live happily with Jin Zhizhi. She may be a bad woman, but you like her, so what can anyone do?”

He let out a low laugh.

I was crying, and he was actually laughing?

I was furious, both on the heroine’s behalf and on my own behalf, since I’d inherited the heroine’s body and emotions. “If you keep torturing me like this, one day you’ll end up chasing your wife through the crematorium! And I won’t even spare you a glance! Hmph!”

I slammed the door viciously and, with practiced ease, went to the bathroom to shower.

After I finished showering, I realized I’d forgotten to bring my pajamas.

Just as I was about to wrap myself in a towel, someone knocked on the door.

I jumped in fright.

At a time like this, the male lead would always do something worse than a beast!

I asked warily, “What do you want? I’m not the same person I used to be! Don’t even think about sleeping with me again!”

His voice was calm. “I brought you clothes.”

Huh?

Why did I feel a little disappointed?

I opened the door. Sure enough, he was holding my pajamas.

I snatched them from him.

Smiling, he said, “Disappointed I didn’t do anything to you?”

Then he suddenly leaned closer. “Should I come in and do something right now?”

When he moved closer, my face flushed. This shameless bastard-those filthy thoughts instantly invaded my mind.

I resentfully locked the door, changed, and went out, only to see him sitting on the sofa, looking through my phone.

I rushed over and snatched it back. “How did you get in? And you’re going through my phone!”

I immediately remembered how he’d imprisoned me, and how he’d monitored my phone.

My eyes reddened with grievance.

This time, he acted human for once. He pulled me onto his lap and coaxed me, “What’s wrong? Tell your husband who wronged you.”

“You’re not my husband.” I choked out, “You’re just a bastard who imprisoned me and treated me like a substitute!”

The corner of his mouth twitched. He seemed to want to say something, but in the end, he didn’t.

I knew it. Facts spoke louder than words.

After dinner, the Young Master very naturally tried to sleep in the same room as me.

I refused. “I’m just your family’s little housekeeper, not someone sold to you. Please respect me!”

He looked at the room, then at me, and shook his head. “I’m afraid you’ll kick off the covers at night and catch a cold.”

He ignored me after that, pushed me into the room, and closed the door.

When he reached out as if to hold me, I pushed him away with righteous conviction. “I’m a decent person!”

He gave another low laugh.

Then, just like in the book, he stretched his wicked claws toward me…

I was the heroine of an NP novel, delicate and soft, and very easy to topple…