Chapter 112 -112: Drinking Your Own Jealousy
She leaned forward with her hands braced on the desk, her mouth slightly agape, eyes sparkling.
“Wow, those breasts are impressive, no less stunning than those in his Imperial Harem.”
And that waist, my goodness, so slender.
Her legs are so white too.
This reaction left Yang Liu utterly bewildered.
Seeing such a great figure on her, while she herself was wrapped up like a zongzi with no curves to show off, shouldn’t she feel incredibly inferior?
So why does she seem… excited?
As for Lu Hualiang, his face had darkened to a terrifying extent.
He ground his teeth, “Xia, Wei, Bao!”
Yang Liu’s eyes widened in shock. This woman swathed in a sack, wearing a mask and sunglasses, her hair a complete mess, was Xia Weibao?
The mistress of her household, Xia Weibao?
Yang Liu stumbled in her high heels, falling to the ground, the coffee she hadn’t yet set down splattering all over her.
Ignoring her disheveled state, she hurriedly scrambled to her feet, zipping her dress all the way up to her neck, covering herself completely.
However, the dress was too short. It could cover the top but not the bottom; her waist was totally exposed.
Frightened, Yang Liu quickly tried to cover herself with her hands.
“Mistress… Mistress, I don’t usually dress ; Assistant Yang gave me this outfit.”
That damn Yang Li, I’ll have him chopped up sooner or later!
He actually told her that this woman was trying to seduce the master and that she should go and put a damper on the other woman’s arrogance, unwaveringly supporting the mistress and all that.
This is the Mistress, okay?
Flaunting herself in front of her husband , dressed in such a provocative manner, Yang Liu felt like she was in deep trouble.
However, the reaction of Xia Weibao left her stunned.
Xia Weibao seemed even more nervous than her, crawling over the desk and then very enthusiastically helping her up.
“You look good in that dress; it’s pretty. You’re Secretary Yang, right? Wear this when I come over from now on.”
It’s even prettier than what the favored concubines of his harem wear.
Once I have the money, I’ll buy one too.
Yang Liu, thinking that Xia Weibao was being sarcastic, grew pale with fear and kept inching backward.
“No, no, no, Mistress, my apologies, I didn’t mean to, I don’t usually wear this, it won’t happen again.”
“Don’t be scared, beauty, oh, your dress is dirty, let me wipe it off for you.”
“Please forgive me this once, Mistress. I really won’t dare to again.”
Lu Hualiang, utterly ignored, turned gloriously pale with anger.
He strode forward, yanking Xia Weibao away with a stern look, “Xia Weibao, that’s enough!”
Xia Weibao appeared innocent, “What did I do? I just saw her dress was dirty and wanted to help her clean it.”
Lu Hualiang stared at her intently, “Get out!”
“Fine, I’ll leave, who cares.”
Xia Weibao rolled her eyes, pretending to leave, when Lu Hualiang pulled her back, “I wasn’t talking to you!”
Yang Liu hurriedly scrambled away.
“Have I offended you?” Xia Weibao asked, puzzled.
“You’re a woman, looking at another woman?”
“What’s wrong with looking? It’s not like I’ll lose a piece of flesh. You can look too if you want.”
Appreciation, you get it?
If there’s a beautiful woman with a great body on the street, who knows how many women look on with envy.
Why shouldn’t I be able to look?
“I’m your husband, and you’re telling me to look at other women!”
Lu Hualiang’s face darkened as he tightened his grip on her hand.
Xia Weibao wrenched his hand off and rubbed her sore wrist, muttering discontentedly, “If you want to look, then look. I didn’t stop you.”
It’s not like I’m his Dog Emperor; I don’t care if he drops dead.
“Or else, who do you want to look at, you want to look at me?”