Chapter 87: The Temptation of a Mute Young Master

Ji Xiao didn’t tease the cat any longer. He quickly familiarized himself with the plot.

The original host, Lu Xiao, had been bought by the Zeng family at the age of twelve. Because he looked good and seemed lively and clever, he became the personal attendant of the young master, Zeng Rongsu.

Zeng Rongsu was the youngest son of the Zeng family. His father had once been the emperor’s tutor, then retired and returned home. His elder brother served in the capital.

Lu Xiao appeared lively, clever, and sunny, but in reality, he had suffered greatly at the hands of human traffickers since childhood. He was dark inside and extremely resentful of the rich.

He always felt that if no one wanted to buy servants, there wouldn’t be traffickers kidnapping and selling people.

Watching Zeng Rongsu, who was mute and couldn’t do anything, still enjoy all the luxuries of life, and seeing him grow more and more handsome, when he turned twenty and his family started arranging his marriage, Lu Xiao tricked him and took him by force.

Zeng Rongsu refused to get married, and his family naturally didn’t force him.

But Lu Xiao wasn’t satisfied. He gained Zeng Rongsu’s trust and affection. Then, using Zeng Rongsu’s hands, he poisoned the entire Zeng family during a family banquet, leaving only Zeng Rongsu alive.

While Zeng Rongsu was at a loss, he comforted and cherished him. Step by step, with Zeng Rongsu’s authorization, he took control of the Zeng household.

In the end, he was caught by the eldest son of the Zeng family, who served in the capital, and tortured to death.

The black cat said, “The client’s task is: since he can’t touch the eldest son, he must completely control the young master. By mastering Zeng Rongsu, he controls everything in the Zeng family and seeks opportunities to eliminate all threats, ultimately seizing the Zeng wealth.”

Ji Xiao looked down at the comfortable fabric of his robe. A sarcastic smile curled at the corner of his mouth. “Seriously, always making me transmigrate into garbage bodies. Aren’t you afraid it’ll affect my character?”

The black cat was silent for a moment, then said aggrievedly, “I can’t help it either. Who asked us to be assigned to this group?”

“Give me a cigarette.”

“Okay.”

At that moment, Ji Xiao was in a spacious and comfortable room. He lit a cigarette, smoking and taking in the furnishings.

Zeng Rongsu was highly doted on at home. He was very generous to his trusted attendant.

A servant had a separate comfortable room, wore clothes no different from the young master’s, received the highest monthly pay, and even ate the same meals as his master.

And still, Lu Xiao had harmed so many people in the Zeng family.

It was utterly vicious.

After finishing a cigarette, Ji Xiao asked the black cat to exchange for a box of mint candies. He popped two into his mouth and walked out.

The servants in the courtyard greeted him respectfully, “Brother Lu.”

In this courtyard, apart from Zeng Rongsu, he was the most influential person.

Because Zeng Rongsu trusted him, giving him absolute authority.

Ji Xiao nodded coolly. “Is the young master awake?”

A maid replied, “He’s awake and already washed up. He’s waiting for Brother Lu to have breakfast.”

See that?

A young master waiting for a servant to eat breakfast.

Dining hall.

Zeng Rongsu saw the person entering and gave a very sweet smile.

Ji Xiao’s eyes flickered.

The young master looked delicate and precious.

Skin like congealed fat, lips red and teeth white. His bright starry eyes were clean and pure, untouched by any darkness.

Even though he had suffered at a young age and could no longer speak, he never blamed fate. Even with his parents’ excessive indulgence, he hadn’t gone astray.

Black cat: “A naive and sweet character, this target.”

Ji Xiao sat down beside Zeng Rongsu. “Are you hungry? If you’re hungry next time, don’t wait for me. Eat first.”

Zeng Rongsu shook his head, picked up chopsticks, and handed them to him.

Ji Xiao took them and smiled. “Let’s eat.”

After the meal.

Ji Xiao said he wanted to practice calligraphy with him in the study. He dismissed the other servants and stayed alone with Zeng Rongsu.

Zeng Rongsu thought he really wanted to practice. He obediently walked to the desk, holding up his sleeve with one hand while slowly grinding ink with the other.

His jade-like fingers seemed to glisten faintly.

Ji Xiao sat down at the desk and reached for a brush. Casually, he said, “I heard the master and madam are arranging a marriage for you. What kind of girl does the young master like?”

Zeng Rongsu shook his head and made gestures. Seeing that Ji Xiao was picking a brush and not looking at him, he let go of his sleeve and moved closer.

Lu Xiao had lived with him for so many years that he naturally understood his gestures and meaning.

Ji Xiao picked out a brush and set it on the table. “I understand, young master. You don’t want to marry and ruin a good girl’s life. But, young master, many girls won’t mind that you can’t speak. They’d be willing to marry you willingly.”

For money.

Zeng Rongsu’s eyes sparkled. Really?

Ji Xiao asked softly, “Does the young master want to take a wife and have children?”

He nodded.

Ji Xiao reached out his hand.

He was a bit puzzled but still placed his hand in Ji Xiao’s.

Ji Xiao pulled him into his arms, cupping his face with one hand. “And?”

Zeng Rongsu struggled a little but didn’t break free. Good-naturedly, he nodded.

Nodded.

So Ji Xiao smiled, turned him around, and shoved the brush into his hand. “Then write my name.”

When he stopped, the paper showed the characters “Lu Xiao,” quiet and delicate.

Now face to face.

Zeng Rongsu was trapped between the desk and Ji Xiao. He also spread his legs wide, blocking both sides, making it hard for him to leave. He looked at him in confusion. What are you doing?

Ji Xiao pressed his waist, gently pushing him down. He lifted his head and covered his lips.

Zeng Rongsu’s eyes widened in shock.

Ji Xiao deliberately waited, confirming there was no resistance, before deepening the kiss.

A quarter of an hour later.

Zeng Rongsu lay limp in his arms, panting, his face flushed bright red, his gaze dazed and confused.

Ji Xiao soothed his back slowly, his voice gentle. “Young master knows what I did, right? Why didn’t you resist?”

In the original plot, when Lu Xiao first had the idea of taking him and tricked him into it, Zeng Rongsu had instinctively struggled.

Afterward, the deed was done, and he was manipulated by Lu Xiao, gradually regaining trust and developing affection.

So this time, why was there no resistance at all?

Because it wasn’t the same soul.

Hearing his question, Zeng Rongsu’s face reddened even more. He tried to get away, but Ji Xiao held him firmly in his arms.

Ji Xiao reached out and wiped his moist lips. His voice was soft. “Are you tired?”

Following me all this time, aren’t you tired?

Zeng Rongsu shook his head.

Although, although it was a bit hard to breathe, it wasn’t tiring.

Ji Xiao lowered his head and rested it on his shoulder. “Young master, don’t marry, okay?”

Zeng Rongsu hesitated, then reached up to touch his hair.

He didn’t want to marry either.

The wife he married would be a stranger. He couldn’t speak. She might not understand his gestures. It would take a long time to get along.

But his parents loved him deeply. They wanted him to marry and have children, to live a happy life.

Ji Xiao hugged him tightly. “Does that mean you’ve agreed, young master?”

Zeng Rongsu pushed at him.

Like this, he couldn’t see his gestures.

Ji Xiao didn’t move. “Then I’ll take it as agreement.”

Zeng Rongsu: “…”

At that moment, a maid’s voice sounded outside the door.

“Young master, Brother Lu, the madam is here.”

Ji Xiao quickly released him and stood up to grind ink.

Zeng Rongsu was startled. Belatedly, he pulled out a clean piece of paper to cover the one with Lu Xiao’s name, picked up a brush, and seriously wrote a few characters.

The study door opened.

Madam Zeng entered with a beautiful young girl.

“Susu.”

Zeng Rongsu looked up and smiled.

Madam Zeng stared at his slightly swollen lips, her eyes deepening. “A couple of years ago, I wanted to give you a bed warmer, but you didn’t want one. Now you’re at the age to marry. You can’t be completely clueless, so I’ve prepared a maid for you.”

Zeng Rongsu blushed and shook his head.

Ji Xiao lowered his head, grinding ink quietly, not speaking.

“Don’t refuse so quickly. Tao’er, go let the young master have a good look.”

“Yes, madam.”

The maid who had come with Madam Zeng, Tao’er, walked to the desk and curtsied gracefully to Zeng Rongsu. “Tao’er greets the young master.” Her voice was delicate.

She stepped back. “Madam…”

Madam Zeng said, “Since the young master doesn’t like her, you may leave.”

Tao’er looked a bit disappointed. “Yes.” But she had no choice but to go.

Madam Zeng smiled. “Susu, tell me the truth. Do you have someone in your heart?”

A flicker of hesitation passed through Zeng Rongsu’s clear eyes.

“I’ve been through it myself. With those swollen little lips of yours, I could tell.” Madam Zeng covered her mouth with a light laugh. “Alright, don’t be shy with your mother. If you do, just take her as a concubine.”

Zeng Rongsu shook his head.

How could he make Xiao Xiao a concubine?

Madam Zeng asked, puzzled, “You don’t like her?”

Zeng Rongsu just shook his head, not gesturing to explain.

Seeing this, Madam Zeng didn’t press further. She thought she’d investigate later herself. Then she said, “Your father and I have discussed it. There are several suitable girls from good families. Tomorrow, I’ll bring the portraits…”

Zeng Rongsu waved his hands anxiously. I won’t marry.

“Why?” Madam Zeng approached him, lovingly. “Susu, are you worried your wife will look down on you? Don’t worry, they’re all good girls. They won’t…”

Zeng Rongsu signed: I won’t marry.

Seeing his eyes redden, Madam Zeng’s heart softened. “Alright, alright, then don’t marry. When Susu wants to, your father and I will arrange it for you, okay?”

Zeng Rongsu sighed in relief and nodded.

“Then Susu, practice your calligraphy well.” Madam Zeng turned to Ji Xiao, who had been silently grinding ink. “Lu Xiao, see me out.”

Ji Xiao said, “Yes, madam.”

Madam Zeng walked ahead, smiling. “You’re usually so lively and talkative. Why so quiet today?”

Ji Xiao followed behind, speaking softly. “Madam and the young master were talking. I didn’t dare interrupt.”

Zeng Rongsu watched their departing figures, blinked, put down his brush, and carefully followed.

Madam Zeng stopped in a corridor, turning slightly. “Has the young master taken a fancy to any maid in the courtyard?”

Ji Xiao bowed his head. “No.”

“You’re by his side all day. Don’t you know?” Madam Zeng scolded jokingly. “Is he embarrassed to tell his father and me, and asked you to keep it secret? How could he hide it? His mouth was chewed up like that. Do you think I couldn’t tell?”

Ji Xiao: “…” It wasn’t chewing. It was kissing.

Madam Zeng said, “Spill it. Who is it?”

When she had brought up marriage before, he was somewhat resistant and unhappy, but not to the point of refusing. This time, he refused so firmly. That maid must have put ideas in his head.

Ji Xiao repeated, “There’s no maid…”

By then, Zeng Rongsu had crept behind a pillar, holding his breath to listen.

“How dare you!” Madam Zeng said angrily. “Did Susu spoil you too much? Have you forgotten your place?”

Ji Xiao lifted his head, meeting her gaze. “There’s no maid. It’s me.”

Madam Zeng saw his lips. Her pupils contracted. She raised her hand and slapped him.

Ji Xiao’s eyes flickered, but he didn’t dodge.

Just a slap. No pain.

Madam Zeng fumed. “My family treated you well, and you dare seduce the young master! Kneel!”

Ji Xiao didn’t kneel. He said earnestly, “I love the young master. I am willing to take care of him for life. I beg you to approve, madam.”

“You’re asking for death! A lowly servant…”

Before she could finish, Zeng Rongsu rushed out, standing in front of Ji Xiao. He looked at the red mark on Ji Xiao’s face with heartache, tears welling up in his eyes.

Ji Xiao said softly, “Don’t cry, young master. It doesn’t hurt.”

Zeng Rongsu turned and glared fiercely at Madam Zeng. Then he grabbed Ji Xiao’s arm and led him away.

Madam Zeng was so angry her chest hurt. She rubbed it, then stormed out, full of rage.

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