The entire venue, including the live-stream audience, froze for a second.
—"Ahhh, this is intense! Is this even allowed on air?!"
—"Someone call me 'Master'—I can't take it anymore, help me... help me... help me go to work..."
—"Got kicked out of the BDSM group chat for using hot glue sticks instead of low-temperature candles, then got reported by an 'm' to the admin."
—"Xie Guanyan’s a billionaire tycoon—no way he’d actually say it."
The hearts of Shen Yihan, Shen Sizhan, and Shen Ji'an shattered with a crack.
Master? What master?
Since when did their bright, innocent sister talk like this?!
She must’ve been corrupted by Xie Guanyan!!
All eyes turned to the aloof, untouchably elegant Xie Guanyan.
With so many familiar faces here today, surely he’d refuse, right?
Well, after taking a hundred metaphorical blows, what was one more?
"Master, what are your orders?"
The tall, strikingly handsome man bent slightly at the waist, his voice warm and velvety.
His deep, glass-like eyes fixed on the young woman.
—"If Xie Guanyan had a tail, it’d be wagging like a windmill right now!"
Lin Mo was about to curse her own reckless mouth.
Calling him "Master" was worse than "Big Sister"—it completely exposed her true nature!
Now her smirk was harder to suppress than an AK-47.
Xie Guanyan was just too obedient.
Imagine if he knelt, with a collar around his neck...
The shameless girl didn’t dare let her thoughts wander further.
She tilted her chin up. "Fetch me some water."
Xie Guanyan stayed in character. "As you wish, Master."
Shen Sizhan, witnessing this, nearly fainted backward into Shen Yihan’s arms, his arm aching from the Buddhist beads digging into it.
The two exchanged a glance.
One shut his eyes; the other welled up with tears.
Beside them, the buzz-cut teenager clenched his fists. "It’s fine, Second Brother, Third Brother! We’re Sister’s real servants—Xie’s just an outsider. He can be replaced anytime!"
The two turned to Shen Ji'an.
Shen Sizhan nodded. "Fourth Brother, you’ve always been the smart one. You’re absolutely right!"
Shen Yihan agreed. "Xie’s still a novice at servitude. We’re seasoned professionals!"
The trio’s self-reassurance gradually restored their complexions.
Jiang Tang stifled a laugh nearby.
The usually ice-cold CEO Shen would never let anyone imagine he’d spout such childish nonsense—except when it came to Lin Mo!
Zhao Ziling outright giggled, sipping another glass of champagne.
Xie Guanyan really was perfect for her Mo.
Mo was independent in spirit and lacked nothing materially.
All she needed was a partner who resonated with her soul.
Xie Guanyan scanned the room for a server, spotting one and taking a drink from their tray.
Huo Tingshen’s disdain was practically oozing.
Did Xie Guanyan have no dignity at all?
Noticing the server’s odd stare, Xie Guanyan studied him briefly before murmuring, "Xiaoming. Fancy seeing you here."
Huo Xiaoming gritted his teeth. "Shut it!"
Xie Guanyan said nothing more, discreetly sniffing the drink before handing it to Lin Mo.
She accepted it, tilting her head with a radiant smile. "I may not say pretty words, but the pretty one here is speaking!"
Gu Jingchuan, fuming, stormed over. "Master! I can serve you too!"
Lin Mo recoiled. "I didn’t adopt a black mutt—stop barking!"
Gu Jingchuan: "..."
—"Do you understand the weight of 'black mutt'?!"
Gu Song’s face darkened.
How had he spawned such an embarrassment?!
He shot a glare at Zhang Meixia.
Her face twisted, her long nails digging into her palms.
Now that the illegitimate son was successful, even his farts smelled like roses!
Gu Jingzhou hung his head, disowning his older brother on the spot.
The director manually closed his gaping mouth. "Next up—Li Huanyu."
Li Huanyu glared at Gu Jingchuan.
This jerk had mocked her earlier, then vanished.
Her rage still simmered.
She spat, "Gu Jingchuan, go scrub every toilet on this yacht. And no snacking!"
Gu Jingchuan paled. "Li Huanyu, are you human? I’m not doing it!"
BANG!
A hammer strike nearly decapitated him.
"OW! That hurts! Can’t you go lighter?!"
The black-clad enforcer grinned. "Nope."
Qiao Yinyin had always hated parties.
Zhou Sheng used to parade her around like a trophy.
But today was different.
The attendees here weren’t all saints, but under the live cameras, at least they pretended to be civilized.
The leering stares were gone.
And for once, the rules favored the women.
This was her first taste of being in control—and damn, it felt good.
But she had no real demands, so she shrugged. "Shen Sizhan, pass me a tissue."
Shen Sizhan had expected Qiao Yinyin to pick him—he was the only male guest she knew well.
Bracing for something outrageous, he relaxed at the request.
Handing her a tissue, he deadpanned, "Enjoy."
Qiao Yinyin: "..."
Jiang Wan’s turn came.
Her lips curled into a fangirl grin. "Xie Guanyan, carry Lin Mo bridal-style."
Xu Yan’s voice was icy. "Jiang Wan, you should’ve tasked me."
Of the four male guests, he was the only one left out.
He knew Lin Mo and Xie Guanyan were a match, but watching them flaunt their intimacy repeatedly was too much.
Jiang Wan hesitated, scratching her curly hair.
Her dad had warned her before she left: Don’t provoke anyone above the Jiang family’s status. If things go south, we can’t protect you.
Jiang Wan blinked. "Uh..."
Lin Mo, sensing her dilemma, swiftly scooped Xie Guanyan into a princess carry. "Too late—mission accomplished."
Jiang Wan: "..."
Xu Yan: "..."
—"Damn, girl’s got strength!"
—"LMAO Xie the blushing bride!"
—"Oh no—Shen Sizhan’s passed out!"
Shen Yihan caught him again, pressing his philtrum. "Third Brother, wake up!"
No response.
Shen Ji'an whispered, "Sister wants you to fetch her snacks."
Shen Sizhan’s eyes snapped open as he bolted upright. "On it!"
Shen Yihan: "..."
He spun his Buddhist beads.
Third Brother was agile, Fourth Brother was sharp, and Xie was cunning—he was just... average.
Ugh.
—"How do I get a husband like Xie Guanyan or a brother like Shen Sizhan? God, I’m done with you—you clearly don’t see me as family!"
—"Y’all still haven’t realized? Those three hotties are Lin Mo’s brothers!"
—"Mo, I’m your long-lost sister-in-law!"
Lin Mo, alarmed by Shen Sizhan’s collapse, set Xie Guanyan down hastily.
The abrupt motion left Xie slightly dazed.
Her sweet scent still lingered in his nose.
Adjusting his glasses with one finger, he suppressed the frenzy in his eyes.
Xu Yan frowned. "That doesn’t count. Jiang Wan said Xie carries you. She should rephrase."
Jiang Wan sighed.
Why was she stuck in this lovers’ battlefield?
Unfair.
After a moment of thought, she said, "Xu Yan, why don't you take a stroll on the deck?"
