Tao Yu sighed helplessly, lowering her head in embarrassment: “At that time, when I saw Mr. Gu was about to smash Linze, I was too scared and accidentally called out a private term of endearment…”
“Term of endearment?” Zhou Yanran was amused by her explanation.
Unexpectedly, Tao Yu nodded seriously: “Really a term of endearment. Linze has some small preferences in bed. He especially likes me crying and calling him ‘sir’, so in that moment of panic, I blurted it out.”
Zhou Yanran: “…”
The equally shocked butler: “…”
Yue Linze, who didn’t know he had such preferences: “…
Zhou Yanran laughed: “I wanted to show some respect, but he also needs to be worthy of my respect. What qualifications does a crippled son born to a woman who can’t get married and needs a man to marry into her family have to make me respect him?”
“What’s wrong with this woman?! I’ll go find her!” The steward, who was already agitated, was about to be further provoked by mentioning the late young lady, almost having a heart attack. He was about to go out.
Yue Linze lowered his eyes: “Stop.”
The steward suddenly froze, about to say something, but when he turned back and saw Yue Linze’s cold face, he ultimately said nothing, pursing his lips and turning back, angrily staring at his phone as if glaring at Zhou Yanran.
“Miss Zhou,” Tao Yu pursed her lips, her impatience having reached its peak.
Zhou Yanran saw her serious expression and understood that insulting Yue Linze could provoke her, so she became even more arrogant: “What, are you unhappy that I’m talking about him? He’s just a cripple, a useless cripple about to have nothing. With Uncle Gu around, he won’t get a single penny from the Yue family. By then, you’ll be going out to beg with this useless cripple, something you’re quite good at, aren’t you…”
Slap!
Before she could finish, a slap landed on her face. Zhou Yanran’s head turned to the side, looking back at Tao Yu in disbelief: “How dare you hit me…”
