In the room, Lu Xiaohan's strong hands are giving Lu Xuan a massage. Lu Xuan immediately feels relaxed and unintentionally makes a sound. Lu Xuan feels comfortable, but Lu Xiaohan is unfortunate. Unable to bear the sound, he slaps Lu Xuan and says, "You're already grown up, yet you're still yelling here."

Lu Xuan protested, "I'm already this old, and you still hit me..."

Lu Xiaohan snorted coldly, his face becoming even more sharp. Lu Xuan couldn't help but shrink his neck and said, "Uncle, don't be angry. I'll go back to the estate right now." Before the last note of "now" had even finished, he rolled out of bed and ran out.

Lu Xiaohan reached out and grabbed the person back. He said, "You said you not only sneaked into the brothel but also injured your waist when you missed a step. With such carelessness, how can I trust you to go back?"

"It's not that I wasn't careful, it's... nevermind, forget it." The gentle expression on his face remained tangled for a while, but he still didn't explain the reason behind it.

Lu Xiaohan couldn't help but burst into laughter as he watched his nephew, whom he had known since childhood, being as amusing as ever.

The seeds planted back then have already borne fruit. It seems like it's time to harvest...

When Su Ming woke up, he felt a throbbing weakness and pain all over his body. The pain constantly reminded him of everything that happened yesterday. Although he had taken medicine and had some support from its effects, Su Ming still tightly clutched the corners of his clothes, unable to escape the pain.

I've never suffered such humiliation from childhood to now. The current me is simply a joke.

Struggling to support his body and wanting to get out of bed for a stroll, the tinkling sound that reached his ears made him completely stiffen. A silver chain connected to the end of the bed was securely binding both of his ankles, keeping them tightly bound to the bed.

Su Ming viciously pulled on the chain, as if by doing so she could unlock it. "Su Ying, you bastard..." In no time, her fair ankles were rubbed raw, leaving behind bloody marks.

Ling Fu happened to push the door open and, upon seeing the scene, was so shocked that she rushed over and pulled Su Ming's hand: "Young Master, how can you treat yourself like this? What will happen if you get hurt?"

Su Ming was furious. With a forceful push, she knocked Ling Fu to the ground and said, "I've already come this far, what do I have to be afraid of?"

A rather cheerful voice came in: "Brother, don't be afraid. It's actually me who's scared..."

Upon hearing this voice, Ling Fu felt as if she had been granted amnesty. Su Ying stepped into the room and waved his hand, gesturing for her to leave.

Seeing Su Ying approaching her step by step, Su Ming's entire body tensed up. The overwhelming anger was suppressed by yesterday's fear, and she wanted to hide but had nowhere to go.

Sitting by the edge of the bed, Su Ying couldn't help but be captivated by his brother, who looked irresistibly attractive even when only wearing a plain white undershirt. His hand naturally slipped into Su Ming's clothes. Just as Su Ming was about to resist, Su Ying had already subdued him, pushing him down onto the bed. With his other hand, Su Ying raised and pinned Su Ming's hands above his head. As he looked at the furious blush on Su Ming's face, his mood unconsciously improved. Taking out a length of rope, he bound Su Ming's restless hands to the headboard.

After thinking for a moment, he took out a jade ball and pried open his mouth, stuffing it inside. Then, he tightly bound his mouth with a strip of cloth. "Brother, don't blame me. This is to prevent you from seeking death," he said.

Su Ming was unable to speak. She could only glare at Su Ying with angry eyes. As she looked into her brother's glass-like eyes filled with a piercing gaze, Su Ying couldn't help but feel that her brother had become even more stubbornly adorable.

Feeling Su Ming's tremors in her hand, Su Ying eagerly prepared to savor and enjoy them thoroughly...