The Gu True Man

It's nothing but a seduction.

Fang Yuan's brows furrowed slightly. With his intuition and five hundred years of life experience, he smelled the stench of a conspiracy.

A cold light flashed in his eyes, vanishing in an instant, and then he smoothed his brows. "I'm just a bit hungry. You've come at the right time. Bring it in."

Outside the door, Shen Cui was carrying a food box. Upon hearing this, a disdainful sneer slipped from the corner of her mouth. But when she pushed open the door, only docility remained on her face. "Young Master Fang Yuan, this wine and food are so fragrant. Even through the food box, this servant can smell it," her voice was sweet and*, laced with a hint of amorous charm.

She placed the food box on the small table, then took out the plates one by one and arranged them. The dishes were indeed delicious, with appealing color and aroma. She then took out two wine cups and poured wine into them.

"Come, Young Master, sit down. This servant dares to ask to accompany you for a drink today," she said, her smile as bright as a flower. She walked over to Fang Yuan, boldly took his hand, and pulled him to sit on the stool by the table. Then she sat directly on Fang Yuan's lap, her delicate body leaning against his chest, and whispered in his ear like a little bird seeking shelter: "Young Master Fang Yuan, this servant has always liked you. No matter your aptitude, I want to stay with you, rely on you, and comfort you. Tonight, this servant wants to give herself to you."

She was dressed up elaborately today. She had applied rouge, her lips as pink as cherry blossoms. Speaking close to his ear, a soft, youthful breath teased the lobe of Fang Yuan's ear.

Since she was sitting in his arms, Fang Yuan could clearly feel Shen Cui's plump figure—her elastic thighs, her slender waist, and the softness of her chest.

"Young Master, let this servant feed you wine," Shen Cui picked up a wine cup, tilted her head back, and took a sip. Then her eyes, seemingly brimming with water, fixed on Fang Yuan. Her cherry-like lips parted slightly, slowly approaching his.

Fang Yuan's expression was cold, as if the person sitting in his arms was not a young girl but a sculpture.

Shen Cui looked at Fang Yuan's expression. At first, she felt a little uneasy, but when her lips were only a finger's distance away from his, she became certain and sneered disdainfully in her heart: "Still pretending."

At that very moment, Fang Yuan let out a cold laugh, his tone laced with disdain: "So it's just a seduction."

Shen Cui's expression froze. She swallowed the wine in her mouth and feigned anger, saying, "Young Master Fang Yuan, what are you talking about?"

Fang Yuan's eyes glowed with a faint cold light as he stared into Shen Cui's eyes. At the same time, his right hand rested on her snow-white neck, slowly applying force.

Shen Cui's pupils contracted sharply, her voice filled with alarm: "Young Master, you're hurting me."

Fang Yuan said nothing, only increasing the strength in his hand.

"Young Master Fang Yuan, this servant is scared!" Shen Cui was already struggling to breathe, her expression flustered. Her delicate hands instinctively grasped Fang Yuan's hand, trying to pry it open. But Fang Yuan's hand was like a vice; how could she budge it?

"So it was my uncle and aunt who sent you to seduce and frame me? Then there must be people waiting downstairs, right?" Fang Yuan let out a contemptuous laugh. "But what kind of thing are you to dare seduce me? With these two lumps of garbage-like flesh on your chest?"

As he spoke, his left hand reached for Shen Cui's chest, clutching the softness fiercely, causing it to deform drastically.

Intense pain shot from her chest. Shen Cui's eyes widened, tears welling up from the pain. She wanted to scream, but her throat was clamped by Fang Yuan, and only a few whimpers escaped. She began to struggle violently—if she didn't, she would truly suffocate!

But just then, Fang Yuan slowly loosened his grip.

Shen Cui immediately opened her mouth wide, greedily gasping for air. She breathed so hastily that it triggered a fit of violent coughing.

Fang Yuan chuckled softly, raised his hand to gently stroke Shen Cui's cheek, and said leisurely: "Shen Cui, do you think I can kill you?"

If Fang Yuan had shouted angrily, Shen Cui might have struggled more fiercely. But when he spoke in such a low, soft tone, asking if he could kill her, Shen Cui felt a deep-seated fear.

She was scared!

She stared at Fang Yuan in terror, at this young man looking at her with a smile.

At this moment, Shen Cui swore she would never forget Fang Yuan's eyes. They were devoid of any emotion, pitch-black and profound, like an ancient pond hiding a terrifying beast.

Under the gaze of these eyes, Shen Cui felt as if she were naked in the freezing snow!

This person in front of her definitely dared to kill her, and could kill her...

Oh god! Why did I ever provoke such a devil?

Regret flooded Shen Cui's heart. At this moment, she wished she could turn and run. But sitting in Fang Yuan's arms, she didn't dare to flee, not even to make the slightest movement. Her muscles tensed all over, her delicate body trembled, her face as pale as paper, unable to utter a word.

"For the sake of you serving me as a personal maid all these years, I won't kill you this time. You want to escape your slave status, don't you? Go find my younger brother—he's silly and naive," Fang Yuan put away his smile, patted Shen Cui's cheek, his tone as calm as water.

He sighed, and finally said—

"Leave."

Shen Cui stood there like a wooden chicken, then obediently walked out. She was in a daze, not knowing how she had escaped from this devil Fang Yuan.

The people hiding in the dark, seeing Shen Cui come out like this, looked at each other in confusion.

"So they set up a beauty trap. More creative than in my previous life, I suppose. Heh, uncle, aunt, I'll remember this kindness deeply!"

Not long after Shen Cui left, Fang Yuan stood up and walked out.

In any case, this place was no longer safe to stay.

A wise man does not stand under a dangerous wall, let alone a devil? With insufficient strength, only a fool would stay in a perilous situation.

"Shopkeeper, do you have a room?" Fang Yuan asked about the price when he arrived at the only inn in the village.

"Yes, yes! We have upper rooms on the second and third floors. They're not expensive and very clean. The first floor is the dining hall—you can eat here, or have the servants send food to your room," the shopkeeper greeted Fang Yuan.

This was the only inn in the village, and business was poor, making it seem quite deserted. Only when merchant caravans came to trade in Qingmao Mountain every year did the inn become bustling.

Fang Yuan was really hungry, so he tossed the shopkeeper two intact yuan stones: "Give me an upper room. I'll check in first, then prepare two jars of wine and three or four side dishes. Keep the change l