Be Gentle, My Master

“I’m talking to you,” Mu Xiaojiu’s voice grew heavier.

Startled, Leng Yu bit her lip and said resentfully, “She was in a hurry to see Mr.

Nangong, I was afraid she might hurt herself because of her rush, so I stopped her.”

“Did you tell her about Nangong Xu’s injury?” No wonder the little creature was in such a hurry; she knew about Nangong Xu’s injury.

Leng Yu continued to bite her lip helplessly and could only nod.

Mu Xiaojiu’s expression darkened and his voice carried a hint of icy coldness.

“Are you truly concerned about her well-being and afraid that she would hurt herself, or are you just making things difficult for her on purpose to upset her?”

“I…”

“This answer, I know very well in my heart. Reflect on the slap she gave you today; did you deserve it or not? If you think it was undeserved, then leave Sihai Residence and never show your face to me again.”

With a flick of his sleeve, he strode toward the staircase.

Leng Yu knelt behind him, took two steps forward while kneeling, and her eyes reddened again with grievance.

“Mr. Xiaojiu, why are you so biased toward her? I have been loyal to you for so many years; am I really inferior to even one of her fingers?”

Mu Xiaojiu, walking ahead, stopped but did not turn around.

Ye Hua watched him in silence, perhaps even he was waiting for his response.

He knew this feeling all too well.

He had been by Mr.

Xiaojiu’s side for so many years, too.

If they couldn’t compare to a girl he had known for less than half a year, then Ye Hua’s heart would surely ache.

After all, to them, Baili Xia was always an intruder.

Finally, Mu Xiaojiu turned to glance at Leng Yu with a calm face, his voice cold and detached, making him seem unapproachable, “It can’t be compared, because they are incomparable.”

“Why?” Leng Yu almost roared out this “why.”

If Mr.

Xiaojiu would loudly tell her she was less important than Miss Xiaxia, that all of them together were less important than one of her fingers, maybe then she could give up hope.

But why won’t Mr.

Xiaojiu say it?

“I cherish your loyalty to me, but if I must choose, I can only choose to give you up.”

“Why?” Tears suddenly slid down Leng Yu’s face.

Mr.

Xiaojiu’s refusal to scold her or show a stern face, instead maintaining a calm demeanor and detached tone, made it even more unbearable for her.

Does he really not want her anymore?

Is he really planning to drive her out of Sihai Residence?

For many years, the only thing she knew in life was her loyalty to Mr.

Xiaojiu.

If she were driven away, how would she go on living?

She didn’t even know what to do next.

She couldn’t leave Mr.

Xiaojiu.

Without him, her life would have no meaning!

“Because she is my woman, because I can lose my arms but not my heart.”

With these indifferent words, Mu Xiaojiu turned and walked away.

His steps were heavy, his figure tinged with sorrow.

Even though he didn’t offer a word of comfort, both Ye Hua and Leng Yu could feel his affection for them.

Mr.

Xiaojiu is not heartless.

After so many years together, even a dog would develop affection, let alone a man as loyal as Mr.

Xiaojiu.

Arms and heart…

that was their significance to Mr.

Xiaojiu.

They were like Mr.

Xiaojiu’s arms; losing his arms, he would truly struggle in future battles.

Losing his brothers, he would lose everything, but he could still live, at least he could still survive.

But if he lost Baili Xia, it would be like a person losing their heart.

How could a person without a heart continue to live?