A New Master, A New Home, and a Very Specific Request

Upon returning to the Luo family home, Luo Yao’s mother had already revealed the entire truth to Luo Tingting the previous night.

Unsurprisingly, Luo Tingting and her mother had a fight.

More accurately, they argued all night, with Luo Yao’s mother ultimately emerging victorious.

After a night of self-persuasion, Luo Yao’s mother had successfully altered her initial perceptions.

Luo Yao was, after all, a boy; as long as the Luo family’s true ‘root,’ Luo Tingting, remained unharmed, all was well.

Moreover, Luo Yao’s mother’s initial intention for him was simply to secure a substantial dowry.

Back at home, Luo Tingting silently helped her father clean up the chaotic mess left by the hooligans the previous night, while her mother sat alone on the sofa, smoking.

****

‘Mmm… yes, right there… Ahh~’

Inside a black, extended Lincoln sedan, currently en route to Fanhai City’s affluent district, Luo Yao was diligently massaging the jade-like foot in his hands.

Across from him, Mu Yaochen’s face was flushed as she luxuriated in Luo Yao’s meticulous foot massage.

As for the investment question Luo Yao had raised earlier, Mu Yaochen seemed to have forgotten it entirely, simply savoring the foot massage.

To be honest, Luo Yao wasn’t actually skilled at foot massages.

However, he had at least observed them, and could ‘draw a tiger following a cat’ (TL Note: A Chinese idiom meaning to imitate something with limited understanding, often leading to a passable but not perfect result).

Unexpectedly, the effect was remarkably good, and Mu Yaochen appeared thoroughly comfortable.

Yet, as Luo Yao met Mu Yaochen’s intensely longing gaze, he found himself falling silent once more.

Mu Yaochen’s meaning was crystal clear: her eyes were fixed on Luo Yao’s thin lips, her thoughts inevitably straying to impropriety.

Luo Yao, meanwhile, felt the light in his eyes slowly dimming.

He absolutely did not want to lick Mu Yaochen’s feet; it was simply too perverse, utterly beyond what he could accept.

“What are you waiting for?”

Finally, as if her patience had snapped, Mu Yaochen lightly flicked her dark, jade-like foot upwards, presenting her small, silk-stocking-clad foot to Luo Yao’s lips.

“This… isn’t really appropriate, is it?”

Luo Yao covertly glanced at Mu Yaochen, as this particular request filled him with profound resistance.

“What’s inappropriate about it? Remember, you are my s*ave.

You must fulfill all my demands unconditionally.”

Mu Yaochen’s joyful mood vanished as she observed Luo Yao’s genuine reluctance.

Yet, seeing his distressed expression, a wave of pleasure washed over her.

On the contrary, Mu Yaochen was now even more curious about the exquisite sensation of Luo Yao meticulously licking her foot.

“This… Master… I can’t do it…”

Luo Yao was overwhelmed with shame; the word ‘Master’ felt utterly impossible to utter.

“What can’t you do?”

Mu Yaochen raised an eyebrow, retracting her jade-like foot from Luo Yao’s lap.

Almost simultaneously, she rose to her feet, her manicured fingers seizing Luo Yao’s chin.

“Perhaps you should reflect on the matter of your eight million.”

Mu Yaochen paused, a wicked smile playing on her lips.

“If you refuse, I’ll make you beg me to let you lick them.”

With that, she slipped on her black leather shoes once more and settled back, closing her eyes in repose.

Soon, the car arrived in Fanhai City’s affluent district.

Having lived in this world for such a long time, Luo Yao had never visited this area before, so he peered out the window with immense curiosity, gazing left and right.

However… this was all an act on Luo Yao’s part.

Any affluent district would likely share similar characteristics.

Yet, he needed to feign an air of provincial naivety to properly protect himself.

Although Mu Yaochen was supposedly resting her eyes, she subtly opened them a fraction, stealing a glance at Luo Yao, who was still pressed against the window, looking left and right.

At that moment, a faint, almost imperceptible smile touched Mu Yaochen’s lips.

Shortly after, the car pulled up before the entrance of a residential complex in the affluent district.

“Miss, we’ve arrived.”

Frost, seated in the passenger seat, turned her head and spoke softly to Mu Yaochen, who was still resting her eyes.

“Mm, I know.”

Mu Yaochen rubbed her eyes, speaking with a hint of weariness.

“And you, you’re getting out too.”

Mu Yaochen cast a glance at Luo Yao, who was seated before her, then dismissed him from her thoughts, stepping down from the car’s running board by herself.

Hearing Mu Yaochen’s instruction, Luo Yao didn’t dawdle, following closely behind her.

Stepping out of the car, Luo Yao immediately noticed a massive red wooden gate behind them, as well as Frost standing nearby.

Luo Yao now stood in a prominent villa community within Fanhai City’s affluent district, a place where residency wasn’t merely granted by wealth alone.

Upon exiting the car, Luo Yao couldn’t help but marvel at the sheer grandeur of the front entrance alone.

“What’s wrong? Why are you gawking?”

Mu Yaochen pressed a hand onto Luo Yao’s head, forcibly redirecting his gaze from the grand redwood gate to the remarkably understated villa before them.

“N-nothing…”

Luo Yao tried his best to appear startled, then continued to follow closely behind Mu Yaochen.

“If all goes as planned,” Mu Yaochen remarked to Luo Yao as they walked, “this will be your new home.”

“Oh, right, what should I call you from now on?”

Before Luo Yao could respond, Mu Yaochen began to murmur to herself.

Calling him Luo Yao felt too formal and failed to convey their master-s*ave relationship; ‘Yao’er’, on the other hand, was far too intimate.

Or perhaps, like Frost, she should simply call him Yao, without any embellishment?

‘That doesn’t seem quite right either…’

“Ah, I’ve got it! From now on, I’ll call you Little Yaoyao.

Your full name is such a mouthful, so troublesome.

This way, it sounds a bit cuter.”

Mu Yaochen spoke, walking ahead, not bothering to check on Luo Yao’s reaction.

Luo Yao, meanwhile, continued to follow closely behind Mu Yaochen.

‘What kind of ridiculous name is that…?’

‘Does this woman have a few screws loose in her skill tree (TL Note: A gaming term referring to a character’s abilities or progression path)?’

Luo Yao felt utterly helpless, but she was his master, and he had to obey her every whim unconditionally.

Otherwise, this wicked woman would surely sell him off.

****

Honestly, Luo Yao couldn’t rule out the possibility that Mu Yaochen might actually sell him, so he had to remain constantly vigilant.

“Alright, Master…”

Luo Yao responded weakly.

Since Mu Yaochen had already decided, he might as well go along with it.

Soon, Luo Yao and Mu Yaochen entered the villa’s grand hall.

As for this villa, aside from the regular staff, only Mu Yaochen typically visited.

Although this was already an affluent district, this particular complex was not the Mu family’s ancestral estate.

Therefore, Mu Yaochen usually lived here alone, accompanied by a small number of servants, bodyguards, and Frost.

Immediately upon entering the room, Mu Yaochen clapped her hands.

The maids and the female bodyguards in their women’s suits promptly exited the hall one by one.

Once everyone else had left, Mu Yaochen collapsed onto the sofa.

“Alright, Little Yaoyao.

Come on, sit here and let’s properly discuss the investment.”

As Mu Yaochen spoke, her two long, ‘guilty’ legs forcefully pushed against the floor, sending her black leather shoes flying off.

“I hope you won’t disappoint me.”

Mu Yaochen’s dark, pearl-like eyes gazed at Luo Yao playfully, her look brimming with allure.

‘Is this woman still holding a grudge…?’

Watching Mu Yaochen sprawled on the sofa, Luo Yao couldn’t help but feel ‘black lines’ (TL Note: A Chinese slang term referring to an expression of speechlessness, exasperation, or awkwardness, often depicted as vertical lines on a character’s face in manga/anime) covering his head.