Being on the cover of Bazaar is what many models dream of, and if she could be on it... at that moment, the desire for fame overwhelmed her sense of shame. When Ning Qinghuan leaned in close again, she didn’t push him away. "That’s my good girl... As long as you’re obedient, I’ll give you whatever you want," Ning Qinghuan said, nibbling at her neck as he spoke. Just then, a figure strode in from the doorway, at a time when who would be so tactless as to interrupt? Ning Qinghuan turned angrily, and upon recognizing the newcomer, he instinctively paused and realized his hand was still inside Huang Yue’s clothes. He quickly withdrew it and scooted aside, coughing awkwardly, "Zihuan, why have you come now?" The woman meant for his son, yet now he’d been with her, it was all a bit awkward, especially having been caught in the act by the person in question. Huang Yue’s head hung even lower, her ears almost glowing red, what would he think of her? Zihuan knew it would be , his father was such a lecher, hitting on any woman he saw, but lust should be selective, and he couldn’t hide the violence brewing in his chest whenever he thought of how his father looked at Yun Ya today. "This is my house too, what, is there something wrong with me coming to have a look?" Zihuan mocked with a curl of his lip. With one sentence, he left Ning Qinghuan speechless. "Your tastes really are getting worse," he said, his eyes mocking as he glanced at Huang Yue before turning and heading upstairs. Once the person was far away, Ning Qinghuan heaved a long sigh of relief, wiped the sweat from his brow with his sleeve, this son, he really was like a creditor coming to collect debts. Having regained some composure, Ning Qinghuan smiled and wrapped his arm around Huang Yue’s shoulder, "It’s fine, he’s just like that, come on, let’s go upstairs." Since Zihuan had already found out, there was nothing left to worry about. Huang Yue pursed her lips and then, smiling, clung to Ning Qinghuan’s neck, draping herself on him, "Uncle, will you carry me, please?" That "uncle" truly made Ning Qinghuan’s heart flutter. Ning Qinghuan, being older, found it somewhat challenging to carry someone up the stairs. By the time they reached the room, he was quite exhausted. After placing her on the bed, he kissed her forehead, "Good girl, wait for me, I’m going to take a shower." Ning Qinghuan hurried into the bathroom, while Huang Yue sat on the bed in a daze. In that moment, the door was suddenly pushed open from outside. The young man stood in the doorway’s shadow, beckoning her with his fingers. Her heartbeat quickened instantly, and as if possessed, she got off the bed and walked to the door. "Third Young Master... did you want to see me for something?" she asked shyly, embracing a sliver of hope. Zihuan was wearing a pair of white gloves, immaculate and dust-free. He produced a dagger from seemingly nowhere and suddenly tossed it to Huang Yue, who caught it in a fluster. Feeling the heavy, cold sharpness of the dagger, she tentatively looked up at Zihuan, "Third Young Master... what do you mean by this?" Zihuan, with hands in pockets, leaned against the wall behind him, with a slight arch of his brow. Despite his delicate and mild demeanor, there was a sharp, intimidating edge to his presence that both fascinated and frightened her. "Do you know how to castrate?" he asked abruptly. Huang Yue was stunned, "What?" "Later, cut off that thing of his for me," he said, his voice laden with an undertone of hostility, like a sovereign issuing edicts from on high, leaving no room for disobedience. Huang Yue jumped in fright and instinctively threw the dagger away; it clattered loudly as it hit the polished floor. The young man’s eyes narrowed slightly, a lethal aura spreading through the hallway. It was as if something was strangling her, making it impossible for her to breathe. "Do you want to die right now?" the young man asked coldly. "Third Young Master... please don’t force me," Huang Yue pleaded, shaking her head desperately. "I am always generous to those who obey me, but there is only one outcome for those who don’t..." he said with a cruel smile curling his lips. Huang Yue’s face turned deathly pale. "You only get one chance, don’t disappoint me," he said as he straightened his collar and walked away. Read complete version only at noⅴelfire.net The hallway fell silent, leaving Huang Yue standing there alone. She glanced at the dagger lying not far off, hesitated for a moment, then went over and picked it up, holding it firmly in her hand. Her eyes grew determined. Sounds of the bathroom door opening came from the room, and she rapidly concealed the dagger in her sleeve, took a deep breath, and stepped inside. "Where did you go?" Ning Qinghuan looked her up and down as she entered.