“Not daring! This lowly woman’s life is cheap. How could I dare to threaten the great general?”
Huyan Nan looked at her disdain, and his unwillingness and hatred surged. After staring into her cold eyes for a long time, he suddenly smiled evilly. “I’ll remember this account. In the future, I’ll make you pay bit by bit. You’ll wish you were dead! Hmph!”
After finishing, he let go of her chin and strode away…
Shan Xiaoya rubbed her sore chin, thoughtfully watching his disappearing direction…
Dan Xiaoya was dressed and about to push open the door when she heard chaotic footsteps approaching from a distance.
She quickly opened the door slightly and saw through the crack that the heartless general was swaying and walking towards her, almost reaching the doorway…
Dan Xiaoya swiftly moved to the window, opened it, and looked outside. She jumped out, landing on the ground. Looking back, she accidentally knocked over a flower pot. Hu Yannan, hearing the noise, instantly sobered up from his drunken state and approached the window, feeling a stirring in his heart when he saw the figure below…
Dan Xiaoya bent down to pick up the overturned flower pot, suddenly feeling a burning sensation on her back. She turned defensively and met a pair of melancholic eyes.
When Hu Yannan realized the person on the ground was not his Sisi but Dan Xiaoya, his momentary excitement turned to rage. He walked up to her, grabbed her wrist, and pulled her up. Looking at her with a sinister gaze, he said menacingly, “Who gave you the courage to touch Sisi’s things?”
Dan Xiaoya looked up innocently, frozen by his cold demeanor, and stammered, “What Sisi? I found these clothes in this room. Can’t I wear them?”
“No! I won’t let you touch her things. Take them off,” he said, reaching to remove her clothes. Dan Xiaoya reflexively resisted. The mansion’s servants and guards, hearing the commotion, approached but kept their distance upon seeing the general. Amidst their struggle, with a “rip” sound, the clothing tore in half, and both fell silent.
Hu Yannan looked shocked at the torn clothing, feeling his heart shatter. This was Sisi’s favorite dress, now ruined. He grabbed Dan Xiaoya’s hand, raised it, and struck her face hard. “Impudent!”
