Is It Forbidden to Bully the Heroine of the Novel? - Chapter 4
Chapter 4
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Murong Qing gestured, summoning another woman into the room. She possessed a radiant, vibrant allure, starkly different from Song Muyun’s composed demeanor. Undeniably beautiful.
Jiang Yao cast a fleeting glance, pursing her lips. She found the newcomer appealing as well. Yet, now that the spotlight was on the main female character, she pushed aside her preference. Survival was paramount.
Dishes swiftly arrived, Murong Qing sat beside the newly summoned woman while Song Muyun remained unfazed. It seemed she held no affection for the male lead.
Jiang Yao worried that Song Muyun might develop feelings for Murong Qing, initiating a distressing cycle of abusive relationships, causing harm to herself and potentially sealing her family’s fate.
“Sir, may this servant feed you?” The pair across the table had begun feeding each other. Murong Qing accepted pastries offered by the woman, their closeness almost intimate, yet he aimed a provocative glance at Song Muyun. Despicable!
Jiang Yao huffed, gesturing at Song Muyun. “Hey, help me with my food. Feed me whatever I point at.”
Without a word, Song Muyun moved closer, picking up the shared chopsticks.
“Those Drunken Spare Ribs, try them for me.” Jiang Yao demanded. As Song Muyun attempted, Jiang Yao insisted, “Feed me. I don’t want to do it myself.”
Her innocent eyes pleaded. Caught off guard, Song Muyun complied, placing the ribs close to Jiang Yao’s mouth. Inexperienced in serving, she inadvertently spilled soup onto Jiang Yao’s clothes, leaving dark stains.
Song Muyun paled, taken aback. Her grip slackened, and the ribs slipped from her hand.
Amused, Murong Qing sneered, “I warned you she’s clumsy and untrained. Yet, you still ask her to serve. If you’re upset, there’s a whip in the house. Fetch it yourself.”
He casually suggested, leaving Song Muyun tense, her face ashen. Her clenched teeth bit into her red lips, eyes brimming with restrained tears, defiantly awaiting Jiang Yao’s verdict.
No apology, no plea for forgiveness. She seemed to await judgment.
Jiang Ruan reclined, idly fiddling with her fingers, contemplating that she hadn’t said a word, yet Murong Qing seemed too bothered.
“Why stare? Remove it; it’s dirtying my clothes. Be cautious; sit and then feed me. Standing and feeding isn’t proper.”
Those words left Song Muyun and Murong Qing frozen. Unexpectedly, Murong Qing wasn’t angered by Jiang Yao’s soiled attire. Song Muyun, too, froze, amazed by Jiang Yao’s ferocity. She hadn’t expected such a sharp tongue but thought Jiang Yao a good person, far better than Murong Qing.
No, Murong Qing was incomparable.
Murong Qing’s gaze fell on Song Muyun, who straightened up, silently picking up the dropped ribs and placing them on the table. With her handkerchief, she delicately dabbed at the stains on Jiang Yao’s skirt, her demeanor serious and cold, akin to a snow lotus in demeanor, captivating yet distant.
A faint fragrance lingered. Jiang Yao, taken aback, felt slightly uncomfortable, wanting to withdraw but hesitating. Eventually, she remained, clearing her throat and saying, “No need to clean. I’ll have it washed later. Sit down and feed me.”
Miss Jiang preferred not to soil her hands unnecessarily if she could sit.
Song Muyun stayed silent, obediently complying. She sat down, picking up her chopsticks and carefully selecting another piece of ribs, taking precautions to prevent soup spillage on Jiang Yao’s skirt again.
Jiang Ruan was content. With one bite, she chewed and discarded a bare bone onto the table before Song Muyun could retrieve it.
Still silent, Song Muyun looked at her hands, avoiding Jiang Yao’s gaze. She couldn’t ascertain Jiang Yao’s intentions, especially since… their fathers had a strained relationship.
“Hey, I want Crystal Elbow. Pick a piece without any hair. I won’t eat it if it’s hairy.”
Song Muyun appreciated clear instructions like this, unlike some who kept changing demands after she fulfilled them, occasionally punishing her.
Murong Qing was tolerable when not compared, but the more comparisons, the more Song Muyun loathed him.
Jiang Yao lounged in her chair, legs shaking quite freely, peering at Song Muyun scrutinizing the hairless parts. Her gaze held an intense fire, noticed by Song Muyun, who bit her vermilion lips and dared not ask.
Once aloof and graceful, she no longer possessed the same demeanor after falling. Jiang Yao’s sighs were always directed at her stunning appearance.
Stunning body, exquisite face, and a waist so slender; one could wrap an arm around it thrice.
Tsk, such a dazzling person, yet blind to Murong Qing’s idiocy!
Initially indifferent to several princes, Jiang Yao’s opinion changed after that dream. Murong Qing, a shameless scoundrel, dared to copy her family, causing her rage.
She vowed to separate these two!
Jiang Yao wasn’t adept at concealing her emotions. Song Muyun quickly sensed her sudden anger, pausing in her actions, uncertain of the anger’s target.
Carefully picking a hairless piece of Crystal Elbow, Song Muyun dipped it in soup and cautiously fed it to Jiang Yao. As she saw Song Muyun obediently serving, Jiang Yao’s anger lessened. Once more, she leaned forward, accepting the meat into her mouth.
A trace of reddish-brown juice stained the corner of Jiang Yao’s mouth. Instinctively, Song Muyun used her handkerchief to wipe it, realizing afterward that she had overstepped her bounds. Flustered, she withdrew the handkerchief, averting her gaze.
Jiang Yao understood the heroine’s timidity. The story claimed she was tortured by Murong Qing and was fearful. It was all Murong Qing’s fault, his disgrace!
She couldn’t blame a powerless woman. It was all on Murong Qing!
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