Chapter 7

Under the bright sunshine, in a garden filled with fragrance, bees and butterflies fluttered about. Chen Tiangui, who resembled a chubby figure, leaned back in a recliner. Two maidservants, their faces flushed, were massaging him, while several servants stood by. However, as the saying goes, like master, like servant; the servants were leering at the maidservants' well-proportioned figures, their expressions extremely indecent.

Chen Tiangui's plump hand grabbed the buttocks of the two maidservants, causing them to cry out in surprise. The servants cheered loudly, watching the two maidservants flee hastily. It took Chen Tiangui a while to收回目光, a cold light flashed in his eyes as he said, "Keep a close eye on that little beauty, Zhao Luan. When the opportunity arises, bring her to me. I will have my fill, and you won't be left out."

The servants' eyes lit up at this, imagining Zhao Luan's slender figure and delicate face. They were instantly entranced, and the thought of being able to have a taste themselves made them shout, "Young Master, you will surely succeed!"

Chen Tiangui, who had increased the number of people watching the Zhao family, soon received news that Zhao Luan went out of the city every day to collect seashells at the beach, several miles away. Every time Zhao Luan left the city, Chen Tiangui would stare at her bouncing figure, wishing he could swallow her whole.

One day, as Zhao Luan left the city as usual, Chen Tiangui, who had been watching for several days, could no longer resist. He took two servants and quietly followed Zhao Luan.

Looking at the figure ahead, Chen Tiangui leered, "Keep a close eye on her. Once I get my hands on her, you won't be left out."

One of the servants said, "Young Master will surely get what you want."

Chen Tiangui couldn't help but laugh smugly. Another servant said, "Young Master, the beach isn't very safe. If we encounter pirates or sea monsters..."

Chen Tiangui slapped the servant hard on the face, saying, "You idiot, can't you say something nice? My luck isn't that bad. This is the territory of Wanghai City. How many pirates would dare to come here? Even if sea monsters occasionally come out, would I be so unlucky to run into them? Shut your mouth. If I hear you talking nonsense again, I'll cut out your tongue."

This delay caused Zhao Luan's figure to gradually disappear among the rocks. Seeing the beauty's figure vanish, Chen Tiangui became anxious and quickly led the two servants to chase after Zhao Luan.

Suddenly, one of the servants said, "Young Master, look, whose handkerchief is this? It's so fragrant."

Following the direction the servant pointed, Chen Tiangui saw a embroidered handkerchief lying on a rock, its delicate fragrance wafting over.

Chen Tiangui's eyes lit up. He leaped over and, like a dog seeing a bone, excitedly grabbed the handkerchief, held it to his nose, and took a deep breath. His face showed a look of ecstasy. After a while, he turned around and said, "This must be Zhao Luan's personal handkerchief. The fragrance is so fresh; who else could have such a scent?"

Thinking of the handkerchief as Zhao Luan's personal item made Chen Tiangui extremely excited, and his steps became lighter. The three of them followed Zhao Luan from a distance. Zhao Luan, unaware of being followed, seemed a bit tired. She stretched her long, slender waist and looked at a blue pond.

On the cliff by the sea, a narrow cave had been carved out by the waves, filled with clear seawater.

"Hehe, no one is around. I might as well take a bath here; it will surely be very comfortable."

Zhao Luan stood on a rock and looked around, confirming that this secluded place wouldn't be disturbed. She then put down her bamboo basket and slowly took off her outer clothes.

Not far away, Chen Tiangui was staring at Zhao Luan, his eyes wide and his mouth open, like a man in a trance.

When he heard Zhao Luan's self-talk, Chen Tiangui felt a surge of blood rush to his head, as if his entire body was boiling. He slapped the two servants who were trying to peek and growled in a low, fierce voice, "You two idiots, get far away. When I call you, you can come back. If I catch you peeking at that little beauty bathing, I'll gouge out your eyes."

The two servants were startled. Although they were also excited, they didn't dare to peek at Zhao Luan bathing, knowing the consequences of angering the young master from his red, crazed eyes.

Like two frightened rabbits, the two servants scrambled away for several miles, fearing that the bloodthirsty Chen Tiangui would misunderstand and get rid of them. With the servants gone, Chen Tiangui's attention was fully on Zhao Luan. The thought of soon seeing her flawless body made him want to roar.

As Zhao Luan took off her light green outer clothes, her slender figure, wrapped in white undergarments, was revealed. She then took off her long pants, exposing her long, white legs, making Chen Tiangui drool.

"Hurry up, why are you so slow!"

Chen Tiangui wanted to pounce and help Zhao Luan take off her clothes, but she seemed oblivious to his urgency and slowly entered the pond in her undergarments.

Chen Tiangui was extremely disappointed, but he wasn't discouraged. Instead, he perked up and thought, "Good, even if you go into the water in your undergarments, you'll have to change clothes when you come out. I'll still get to see you then, hehe..."

After a long while, Zhao Luan still hadn't reappeared from the pond, which made Chen Tiangui anxious. He stared intently at the dark cave entrance.

"Could she have encountered some danger?"

Worried that Zhao Luan might have accidentally run into trouble, Chen Tiangui suddenly sprang up and leaped towards the pond like a cheetah. The handkerchief, half tucked into his belt, fluttered in the wind, spreading a faint fragrance.

Landing on the rock, Chen Tiangui grabbed Zhao Luan's outer clothes, held them to his nose, and took a deep breath. The fragrance was fresh and delicate, a sweet and musky scent that was much more subtle than the strong fragrance of the handkerchief.

Chen Tiangui held the handkerchief and sniffed it, muttering to himself, "Strange, could this handkerchief not belong to Zhao Luan? Otherwise, why would the scent be different?"

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