Wen Yan pushed a small cart into Jiang Chao's room.
The cart was loaded with red wine, a small whip, candles, essential oils, and other items Jiang Chao needed for his evening entertainment.
Jiang Chao glanced at Wen Yan, "The family has indeed acquired quite a few good 'goods' lately, and the looks of the maids have improved several grades."
It was just a shame he wasn't interested in women.
Wen Yan knelt beside the coffee table by the sofa, respectfully pouring two glasses of red wine.
"Little Cripple, come sit by me."
Si Luochen suppressed the nausea in his heart and sat down next to Jiang Chao.
Jiang Chao handed one of the glasses to Si Luochen, "You drink first."
Si Luochen drank the wine.
As for the other glass, Jiang Chao called over the large black dog lying in the corner of the living room.
He poured the wine on the floor and let the black dog lick a few mouthfuls.
Seeing that Blackie showed no unusual reaction, he then downed the glass in one gulp.
Watching the overly cautious Jiang Chao, Si Luochen couldn't help but feel a chill of fear.
If he had followed his original plan, he wouldn't have poisoned Jiang Chao but would have ended up dead himself instead.
Thankfully, he had agreed to cooperate with Wen Yan.
Jiang Chao sized up Si Luochen, the more he looked, the more his whole body grew restless with heat.
This person was really crafted to his exact taste.
Jiang Chao unbuttoned the top three buttons of his shirt. Just as he was about to pull Si Luochen into his arms, he suddenly found he couldn't speak.
"Ah... Mm..."
Damn!
Why couldn't he speak?
Was the wine tainted?
Had they given him a mute poison?
Jiang Chao's face instantly turned livid and ferocious. His eyes bloodshot, he glared at Si Luochen. His large hand was just about to clutch Si Luochen's throat when suddenly a thin rope looped towards his own neck.
He looked incredulously at that slender, delicate-looking maid.
He never expected her strength to be greater than a man's.
After she looped the rope around his neck, Jiang Chao was quickly tied to a chair.
He couldn't break free.
"Oww... Grr..."
These two audacious sons of bitches!
Did they know who he was?
He was the young master of this place! How dare they lay hands on him? Did they have a death wish?
Wen Yan looked at Jiang Chao, who kept making growling sounds. A slight smile curled her red lips, "Young Master Jiang, let's play a game, shall we?"
Jiang Chao struggled with all his might, but he couldn't break free no matter what.
He looked towards the large black dog in the corner, "Grr... Oww..."
Blackie, bite them!
Blackie was a Tibetan Mastiff he had trained himself, extremely protective of its master.
Blackie also couldn't bark anymore. Seeing its master being bullied, it charged over ferociously.
Just as it was about to bite Wen Yan, she kicked it away with a fierce stomp.
With a loud thud.
Blackie crashed into the wall, losing two teeth.
When it finally managed to get up, it was so dizzy it kept spinning in circles.
"Woof... Grr... Bite..."
Jiang Chao's eyes nearly burst from their sockets.
His Blackie could usually kill several people without breaking a sweat, yet now it was kicked flying by a frail-looking woman?
Blackie, show your fighting spirit!
Blackie shook off the dizziness and charged at Wen Yan again.
However, another fierce kick landed.
Si Luochen watched Wen Yan effortlessly kick away a large Tibetan Mastiff, a chilling coldness seeping into his spine.
When had Wen Yan become so terrifying?
Was she even human?
After being kicked three times in a row, when the Tibetan Mastiff charged at Wen Yan once more, before Wen Yan could even lift her foot, its front legs buckled, and it actually—
It actually, quite spinelessly, knelt before her.
Wen Yan had tamed it with just three kicks.
Jiang Chao was utterly dumbfounded, "You... dog..."
He had raised it since it was a pup, given it so many good things to eat, how could it be tamed by just three kicks from someone else?
"Young Master Jiang, from now on, you are him, and he is you."
Before Jiang Chao could understand what Wen Yan meant, he saw her take out a disguise mask from her bag.
Wen Yan had Si Luochen hold Jiang Chao's face still as she applied the mask to it.
Half an hour later, Jiang Chao's face had transformed into Si Luochen's delicate, handsome one.
Jiang Chao's eyes were completely bloodshot.
He didn't want to become him!
Ahhh!
Let him go!
"Little Yandere, for the next two days, you'll be the young master of the crime syndicate." Wen Yan took out another disguise mask and applied it to Si Luochen, turning him into Jiang Chao's likeness.
Wen Yan propped her chin on her hand, carefully examining the two of them.
"Not bad, not bad. My skills are getting more and more refined. Little Yandere, go find a set of clothes from his wardrobe and change."
After Si Luochen changed into a set of Jiang Chao's clothes, he stripped the clothes off Jiang Chao and put on the set he himself had been wearing earlier.
"The only difference now is that his foot isn't lame."
Jiang Chao's pupils contracted violently.
What did they want to do?
Could it be they were going to make him lame too?
He would kill them!!!
Wen Yan patted the Tibetan Mastiff's head, "Go on, cripple his left foot."
Jiang Chao trembled all over.
No, no, no—
But now Blackie only obeyed Wen Yan. It no longer saw him as its master at all, charging at him with a vicious snarl.
"Ah—"
Though he couldn't speak, a howl of pain still erupted from his mouth, piercing the sky.
The bodyguards standing guard outside the room exchanged glances.
"Did you just hear the young master's cry?"
"I heard it."
"Could something have happened to the young master?"
"Shouldn't have. It's always been the young master torturing others. Besides, Blackie's in there. If the young master was in trouble, Blackie would protect him."
"The young master must have come up with some new game."
As they were discussing, the door was suddenly pulled open.
Seeing the young master standing in the doorway, the two bodyguards immediately fell silent, not daring to make a sound.
Si Luochen imitated Jiang Chao's voice, "Get a cage. Take the person inside to the underground market for auction."
Soon after, the bodyguards brought a cage.
Jiang Chao struggled incessantly, making muffled sounds from his mouth.
The two bodyguards saw the chunk of flesh missing from his ankle, a bloody, mangled mess revealing bone. They showed not a shred of sympathy, instead roughly shoving him into the cage.
"You should be grateful the young master spared your life."
It was common for the young master to play people to death.
Jiang Chao was both frantic and terrified.
Because he knew exactly how terrible the fate was for those sent to the underground market.
He was the real young master!
His hands were tied, he couldn't speak, his left foot was injured—he truly had no way to voice his suffering.
Once he saw the First Godfather and the Second Godfather, he would definitely kill these bastards who dared harm him!
After Jiang Chao was carried away, Si Luochen looked at Wen Yan, who was sitting on the sofa playing with the Tibetan Mastiff. His expression grew somewhat complicated, "You're different from before."
Wen Yan smiled, "So what?"
[If I were still the same as before, the one being carried off to the underground market auction, dead as a doornail, would be you, Little Yandere.]
Si Luochen couldn't help but shudder.
She wasn't wrong about that.
"What do you want to do next?"
Wen Yan raised an eyebrow, "And you, what do you want to do?"
A mischievous, wicked smile appeared on Si Luochen's delicate, sickly-handsome face, "Of course—"
