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Biqi Town Yang Residence, after enduring such a long period of dormancy, Yang Butler and Liang Mei'er have accepted the current situation, but the man harbors deep suspicions about the woman in his heart.
What about Yang Bingshan? He spends his days drunkenly seeking solace, immersed in his own world, only recently beginning to accept the reality of the Yang Family's decline.
However, what he does not know is that a more painful and cruel truth awaits him.
On this day, after returning from drinking, perhaps having subconsciously accepted the truth, he was not completely drunk; he was just a bit dazed. On his way home, he happened to encounter Yang Yichen, who was outside seeing Liu Qingxi off.
“Yichan, what have you been doing?”
Yang Yichen frowned slightly, noticing his father's drunkenness but feigning indifference: “You should be resting at home.”
“No, I’m not drunk. How could I be? I can still drink a bit. Burp!” Suddenly burping, Yang Bingshan stumbled into the house.
Meanwhile, in Liang Mei'er's courtyard, Yang Butler sneaked in again: “Why haven’t you completed what I asked you to do? Look at me now.”
Weeding and fertilizing, covered in dirt and grime, how could he endure such physical labor after so many years of living in luxury and relying on others?
He constantly thinks about how to restore the former glory. Perhaps the Yang Family has fallen, but even if he returns to the position of steward, it will not be as glorious as before.
But that’s okay; he has done so much for Liang Mei'er. After all these years without any merit, he still has his hardships. If he were given just one shop, his life would surely become comfortable again.
The problem is this woman keeps refusing him time and again. He is not a fool; he can naturally sense her intentions.
“Don’t be anxious. I’m slowly working on it. After all that just happened, bringing it up with the master now—whether it’s to make you the steward or to set you free—you know the master will have doubts.”
“I don’t care how long it’s been! Didn’t you say you would help me with this long ago? Why is it taking so long? Don’t think I don’t know what you’re really thinking.”
Yang Butler’s gaze turned sinister, his bloodshot eyes seeming to want to devour her whole.
Liang Mei'er was taken aback. Could this man be acting strangely today? In the past, a few gentle words from her would send him away, but now he was behaving so oddly.
Could it be that he found out about what she had done?
Without a doubt, Liang Mei'er had been waiting for the right moment to confront Yang Butler.
"Hmph!" Yang Butler's round body had slimmed down significantly after days of torment. Suddenly, he lunged forward and grabbed Liang Mei'er's neck tightly. "What’s this? You want to use me and then turn your back on me?"
Liang Mei'er’s face turned red in an instant, her eyes wide open. "Cough, cough! Let go of me! I didn’t—just let go first, we can talk!"
With her neck being squeezed, she struggled to speak. Her heavily made-up eyes rolled back as darkness closed in; she felt like she was about to meet the King of Hell.
Just when she thought she was going to pass out, Yang Butler suddenly released her.
With a thud, Liang Mei'er collapsed to the ground, no longer the proud matriarch she once was. She lay there like a defeated dog, gasping for breath.
"I'll give you one more chance. If you can't set me free and give me gold and silver, then just wait and see."
Liang Mei'er knew he was serious this time; the fierce look in his eyes was unmistakable.
"I understand," she replied, followed by a heavy silence.
However, the man did not believe her promises at all; she had made such promises more than once before.
The woman lay weakly on the ground, her disheveled hair and uneven breathing revealing her vulnerability. Her delicate neck appeared even whiter under duress, igniting a sudden surge of desire within him.
It had truly been a long time since he had released his pent-up feelings.
He, with his slightly round body that had lost some weight, struggled to squat down slowly. "If only you weren't so cruel, we could go back to how things were before. I can help you handle matters outside while you stay in the residence."
His greasy fingers traced along the woman's slender neck and down to her chest, moving further down.
Liang Mei'er had not yet awakened from the nightmare she had just experienced. As the man moved closer, her body trembled uncontrollably. At that moment, it felt as if death itself was approaching; she had never been so close to it before.
She slowly backed away, the man before her resembling a demon, baring his fangs as he drew nearer.
Step by step, inch by inch, until she was pressed against the wall and could move no more.
Only the man remained, saliva glistening as he advanced with each of her retreats.
"Don't come any closer! Don't come any closer!" Liang Mei'er feared that the man would once again grip her neck tightly.
The disparity in strength between men and women became glaringly apparent at that moment. Indeed, even though Yang Butler had never engaged in heavy labor, she still had no power to resist under his grasp.
At that moment, the man smiled, a grin more terrifying than his sinister face.
"What are you hiding from? We haven't done anything wrong; what are you afraid of?"
"Are you worried about Yang Bingshan coming back? How could that be? He's completely drunk and doesn't recognize anyone; he was carried back by the servants. Don't worry, I've missed you."
The wicked fire within him could no longer be contained, and Liang Mei'er was the only woman he had ever been close to in his life. He had never had the habit of seeking pleasure elsewhere.
As time passed second by second, Liang Mei'er dared not show even a hint of resistance under his control.
Gradually, she began to feel something within herself.
Anyway, Yang Bingshan being drunk and a mess couldn't satisfy him, and it wasn't the first time for Yang Butler and her, so what was there to be afraid of?
Her courage grew bolder, gradually becoming addicted to the joy of the moment.
It must be said that Liang Mei'er was truly a person without boundaries. Compared to Yang Butler, Yang Bingshan treated her quite well; after all, as the main wife, even Wen Family had never received such affection from him.
Yet Liang Mei'er was still not satisfied. Years of Yang Butler's obsession and self-restraint deeply fulfilled her; there was always that one person in the world who was completely enchanted by her.
She enjoyed the superiority of being able to summon and dismiss at will. In her eyes, Yang Butler was just a man she could easily manipulate.
However, at this moment, the man's actions frightened her, and she desperately wanted to prove herself again.
"You were so fierce to him just now," she said in a sweet voice, showing none of the earlier fear. She had to admit her strong capacity for acceptance.
Indeed, without such a strong capacity for acceptance, how could she roll around with a man like Yang Butler, who was as indulgent as a fat pig?
Outside, the footsteps of Yang Bingshan and Yang Yichen grew closer.
"I..." Yang Bingshan blurted out that he was back but was abruptly cut off by Yang Yichen.
How could the explosive scene inside be startled by Yang Bingshan's call?
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