Chapter Fifty-Two: Better Off Serving the Pigs

Amu hesitated for a moment. “I know, the usual rules.”

“Mm, go on.”

At this moment, the man with glasses smacked his lips. “Uncle, such a beautiful little lady, are you really willing to let her go? Why not give her to me instead?”

The slightly older man turned to me and asked, “Miss, who are you looking for?”

I pointed at Luo Ange. “That pervert.”

The young master from the wealthy family sprayed a mouthful of water, drenching the handsome man beside him, who immediately cried out in disgust, “Long Xiaoliu, are you looking for trouble?”

Amu could tell his master was angry. He twisted my arm, trying to drag me out. I landed a punch on his chest and pointed at Luo Ange again. “You pervert, you eunuch, Invincible East, I know it’s you.”

Everyone burst into laughter. The handsome man glanced at me with a smirk, resting his arm on Luo Ange’s shoulder. “Luo Ange, could that wound on your neck be the work of this young lady? You ran off in the middle of last night’s fun—did you have your way with her? ‘Invincible East’—now that's an interesting name.”

Luo Ange shrugged him off and looked at me. “Fifth, what nonsense are you spouting?”

I resisted the urge to lunge at him and tear him apart. Even if he wouldn’t admit it, I would find the evidence.

The handsome man added, “Little sister, all men prefer gentle girls. Our Young Master Luo hasn’t had a woman in years, you’d better serve him well.”

I spat in his direction. “Serve you? As if I’m for sale. He’s filthy—serving him? I’d rather serve a pig.”

The laughter erupted again, even the older man chuckled. Luo Ange coughed, and they immediately pretended to focus on their cards, though their eyes kept flicking toward me.

Luo Ange grew impatient and waved his hand. “Amu, take her away.”

I shook Amu off. “I can walk myself.”

Once outside, I sped up, Amu following close behind. After a while, I stopped and glared at him. “Why are you still following me? Afraid I’ll kill that pervert?”

He replied with a blank expression, “Miss, you have to promise me—”

I cut him off with a shout, “Who are you calling ‘Miss’?” and started fighting him.

He was a bit stunned, but his years of bodyguard experience kicked in and he countered my blows. I immediately started yelling that he was harassing me. Alarmed, he eased up, and I took the chance to punch him a few more times before making my escape.

Fortunately, he didn’t pursue me. Looking at my bag, torn apart by the Tibetan Mastiff, I felt a pang of sadness.

It had been a gift from Du Fanchuan when I got into college. I’d never had the heart to throw it away.

Luo Ange’s house was truly enormous. The courtyard had fallen silent. I opened the trunk and climbed out nimbly.

Back at the private restaurant, during my scuffle with Amu, I’d pilfered his car key, which I used to unlock the trunk before tossing it back onto the lawn where we’d fought.

That pervert is filthy rich—his house looked like a palace. Climbing through the window into the kitchen, I was stunned by its sheer size—bigger than my whole home—and the exquisite china and tableware inside.

A few servants were chatting.

“Fourth Sister-in-law, does the young master need sobering soup?”

“No, just heat a cup of milk and take it to the study.”

While they talked, I crouched low and slipped out of the kitchen, using the dining table and chairs as cover, and made my way to the stairs.

A spiral staircase—I hurried up to the third floor, opening doors one by one until I finally found the dressing room.

The pervert had an enormous dressing room—did he think he was a supermodel?

I searched quickly. Luckily, his clothes were neatly organized. The largest wardrobe was filled with dark-colored suits.

For people like him, every article of clothing and accessory was custom-made. Finding an amber cufflink was all too easy.

With the cufflink secured, I just needed to get a strand of hair. The night’s mission would then be complete.