Chapter 58

"Is it Dongmei? Isn't she the personal maid of the master of the Western Garden!" Su Xing's face showed a look of surprise. He remembered that he had never had any dealings with the ghost servants of the Western Garden, and he had never even left the Cooking Academy.

Could it be because I won the knife skills competition last time, so they noticed me?

Su Xing speculated, coming up with a possible explanation.

"My eldest sister is the most powerful ghost servant in the Western Garden, well-known and deeply trusted by the master," the maid said, lifting her chin proudly.

"Hmm, you should go back. I have no interest in Dongmei, and I don't want to deal with the ghost servants of the Western Garden," Su Xing waved his hand and turned to leave.

"Bold!" The maid immediately shouted, suddenly attacking. Her slender hand moved swiftly, aiming directly at Su Xing's back.

"Hmph!" Su Xing coldly snorted, moving as if he had anticipated her move. He turned calmly, his hand forming a claw, and swiftly grabbed the maid's wrist like a steel clamp.

"You!"

The lightning-fast action left the maid stunned. She was immediately shocked and glared at Su Xing in anger.

"Let go!" The maid glared, scolding Su Xing.

"Hehe, let go? How about I send you on your way!" Su Xing laughed, a hint of mischief in his smile. He suddenly extended his other hand, pulling the maid and wrapping his arm around her slender waist.

"You, Su Xing!" The maid's face turned red, feeling the strong arm around her waist, which was extremely sensitive, causing a tingling sensation that went deep into her bones. The faint male scent filled her nostrils.

"Ugh..." The maid moaned involuntarily, immediately realizing her reaction, her face turning even redder, a blush spreading to her round ears.

"Go!" Su Xing pushed her forward with both arms. The maid was taken aback, screamed, and immediately flew out, landing hard outside the apartment.

"Ouch!"

The maid clutched her sore buttocks, her mouth twisted in pain, tears welling up in her eyes. Su Xing's throw had almost split her buttocks into eight pieces.

"Damn Su Xing, you'll pay for this!" The frail maid suddenly became aggressive, one hand on her buttocks, the other pointing at the apartment, cursing.

"Troublesome." Su Xing patted his hands, showing no mercy, and threw her out as planned.

"Ha!"

A sudden light laugh provoked the maid's anger.

"Who? Who dares to laugh!" The maid turned around angrily, her eyes wide, and saw a woman in purple, smiling faintly, standing behind her, like a beautiful sea of lavender under a clear blue sky.

"Who are you?" The maid felt as if she was hallucinating, quickly rubbing her eyes and shaking her head, her anger subsiding a bit.

"Who are you? Is it funny?" The maid demanded.

The woman in purple nodded, a faint smile still on her lips, speaking the truth.

But looking at the woman in purple, the maid suddenly felt a strong jealousy, and a wicked thought arose.

"Laughing, are you!" A hint of cruelty flashed in the maid's eyes as she suddenly attacked, her slender hand aiming at the woman in purple's chest, the wind whistling, even more forceful than her attack on Su Xing.

The woman in purple remained calm, only extending a slender, white finger to gently touch the maid's palm.

"A small punishment, I hope you learn from this." The woman in purple spoke calmly, then walked past the stunned maid and entered the chef's apartment.

"How... how is this possible!" The maid's pupils dilated, her eyes lifeless, her beauty fading, and she fell to the ground.

"Ouch!"

The maid cried out in pain, immediately getting up.

"How can this be? I feel the ghost energy in my body dispersing, my cultivation falling from the eighth level of ghost soldier to the seventh level?!" The maid said, disbelief on her face.

Just then, as the maid's hand was about to hit the woman in purple's chest, the woman in purple extended a finger and lightly touched the maid's palm. It was light, with no force, but in an instant, the nearly thousand pounds of force in the maid's hand were completely neutralized, and her cultivation was reduced by one level!

Purple...

The maid's eyes narrowed, a rumor suddenly flashing in her mind. Her face turned pale, and she shakily stood up, her steps awkward and shameful, but she had no choice because Su Xing's throw had been too hard, almost splitting her buttocks, causing intense pain.

"Next time you come, it won't just be a simple throw." Su Xing's voice came from a distance, as if right next to her ear.

Hearing the voice, the maid stumbled, almost falling, her face turning red, her teeth grinding in anger and embarrassment. Su Xing's words were too hateful.

"Su—Xing—!" The maid gritted her teeth, almost sparking.

In the first-floor hall, Su Xing rubbed his forehead, preparing to leave.

"Su Xing."

A clear, melodious voice called out, like a mountain spring.

"I already said, I'm not going!" Su Xing frowned, impatiently.

"What have I even said yet?" The voice came, slightly resentful and depressed.

"..." Su Xing was taken aback, turned around, and immediately froze.

Before him stood a rare beauty, dressed in purple, with bright eyes, a straight nose, a charming red lip, a rosy face, and a graceful figure, standing there like a sea of blooming lavender.

She was the master of the Purple Garden, the woman in purple.

"Oh, it's you." Su Xing scratched the back of his head, awkwardly laughing.

"What? Now you realize you were mistaken?" The woman in purple smiled, her eyes twinkling, teasing Su Xing.

Su Xing laughed awkwardly, trying to brush it off. His experience with women told him that the woman in purple was not as otherworldly as she seemed, perhaps a little devil.

"There's a banquet in a few days, and I want to invite you." The woman in purple got straight to the point.

"Invite me?" Su Xing was surprised. He was just a ghost servant, and the City God's Mansion had many talented individuals. He never expected the woman in purple to invite him.

The difference in status was too great. Even entering the main kitchen, Su Xing knew that even the head chef, Li Dazui, had to kneel before the woman in purple and beg for mercy.

"Unwilling?" The woman in purple asked, smiling, like a gentle spring breeze.

"To be honest, I want to refuse." Su Xing said frankly. He didn't want to get involved in this mess, just to quietly gain benefits, improve his cultivation, and see his master Fei Xue.

"I knew it." The woman in purple was not surprised, as if she had expected it. But she was a bit unhappy, as a beauty's request is usually happily accepted, rarely refused.

"Don't you owe me a favor? Now I want you to repay it." The woman in purple played her trump card, confidently.

"Are you sure?" Su Xing's eyebrows furrowed, "My favor is very precious. Is it worth wasting it on a banquet?"

"Worth it!" The woman in purple said firmly, suddenly smiling, making the world seem to lose its color.

"Since my favor is so precious, I'll make you owe me more." The woman in purple said playfully, her usual elegant demeanor changing. If the young men pursuing her saw this, they would be shocked and amazed.

Can lavender laugh and still be lavender? Even the ice mountain behind the lavender would melt.

Indeed, the woman in purple, the ice mountain with a gentle smile, had melted a bit.

"Ah, hard to repay a beauty's favor." Su Xing shook his head, sighing, looking self-satisfied.

"Are you falling for Master Su?" Su Xing stared at the woman in purple's beauty and graceful figure, smiling, his image changing rapidly, becoming a self-absorbed and arrogant man.

"Go to hell." The woman in purple rolled her eyes, scolding, and her good impression of Su Xing diminished.

"I'll send a ghost servant to notify you." The woman in purple said briefly, turning to leave, unwilling to stay a moment longer.

"Goodbye." Su Xing waved, laughing, watching her until her figure disappeared at the end of the apartment, then returned to his room, his carefree smile immediately vanishing.

"Did I misjudge him?" The woman in purple sighed, walking down the corridor.

Cold winds blew, the leaves rustled, and the shadows flickered, hiding countless stories.

Su Xing didn't know that as he turned to leave, Yang Qing Shui was leaning against the wall, watching his back, silent.

"Who would have thought the woman in purple and that ghost servant Su Xing had something going on." The maid muttered, a hint of malice on her face, walking with a limp.

Yang Qing Shui, Su Xing, and the woman in purple didn't know that the maid would return and eavesdrop on their conversation.

Back in the Western Garden, the maid stood respectfully before a cold and beautiful woman, wearing pearl earrings and a plum blossom embroidered on her chest.

"Dongmei..." The maid was extremely respectful, knowing the terrifying nature of the woman before her, even more so than the true master of the Western Garden.

"Did you complete the task I gave you?" Dongmei asked coldly.

"The task..." The maid's face stiffened, her body trembling slightly, recounting the events to Dongmei in detail.

Dongmei's expression grew worse as she listened, almost turning from white to black.

"Why is your posture so strange? Were you forced by a master from another courtyard?" Dongmei noticed the maid's abnormality, her eyebrows furrowing, and asked coldly.

"No!" The maid gritted her teeth, wanting to eat Su Xing's flesh and drink his blood.

"It was Su Xing who threw me!" The maid clutched her buttocks, her face red with shame and anger.

"Oh?" To her surprise, Dongmei didn't get angry but laughed, "I didn't expect that ghost servant to have such character, which makes me want him even more."

"Taming a wild horse is more satisfying." Dongmei smiled.

The maid, seeing Dongmei's smile, shuddered. She knew Dongmei's personality too well; once she wanted something, she would do everything to get it.

"Dongmei, the ghost servant Shen Shi has sent another gift." A ghost servant suddenly said.

"Leave the gift, and send him away." Dongmei waved her hand, as usual.

"Shen Shi?" The maid's expression changed. This was not the first time Shen Shi had sent a gift; he had been pursuing Dongmei.

The maid had met Shen Shi once and found him inferior to Su Xing, but he was also the type who wouldn't give up until he got what he wanted, matching Dongmei's personality.

"I'll send him away." The ghost servant said.

"Wait." Dongmei suddenly stopped the ghost servant, smiling, "Bring him in. The master is about to dine, and time is short."

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