34: Chapter 34 Aunt's Apology with Thorns on Her Back...

That night, the main hall of Courtyard No. 77 was brightly lit.

The eight-immortal table was laden with a sumptuous meal: stir-fried Spirit Beast meat, clear-stewed jade marrow bamboo shoots, and a pot of fragrant Spirit Rice porridge.

It had to be said that Su Yourong's culinary skills were truly impeccable; the food was a feast for the eyes, nose, and palate.

Qin Feng sat in the main seat with a commanding presence, while Bai Yuhe and Wu Mengmeng served him from left and right, occasionally dishing out food and pouring wine for him, waiting on him as if he were an emperor.

Meanwhile, Su Yourong and Su Aili could only sit at the very end of the table.

The atmosphere at the dining table was eerily quiet.

Su Yourong kept her head lowered, eating her rice in small mouthfuls, not even daring to pick up much of the side dishes.

But Su Aili, sitting beside her, felt increasingly stifled as she ate!

Su Aili gripped her chopsticks and jabbed fiercely at the rice in her bowl, her red, swollen eyes fixed intently on the high-and-mighty Qin Feng, as well as the smiling Wu Mengmeng and Bai Yuhe beside him.

The immense psychological disparity caused this pampered Young Miss, who had been spoiled since childhood, to have her reason gradually consumed by jealousy and unwillingness to accept her fate.

"Why?!"

A few months ago, Qin Feng was still a penniless wretch in the lower-tier Servant District eating husks and chaff, who had to bow and scrape whenever he saw her father!

And she, Su Aili, was the Young Miss envied by everyone in the Intermediate Laborer District!

But now, the Su Family was bankrupt, her father was dead, and she had to live under someone else's roof, eating while watching others' expressions like a Menial Laborer!

And that high-and-mighty man was the very person she had once looked down upon the most!

"Clap!"

Su Aili slammed her chopsticks onto the table, producing a sharp sound.

The sudden commotion caused everyone at the table to stop what they were doing.

"Aili, what are you doing?!" Su Yourong shuddered in fear, quickly reaching out to pull her daughter's sleeve, cold sweat instantly breaking out on her skin.

"I can't eat anymore!"

Su Aili shook off Su Yourong's hand, her chest heaving violently, and shouted at Qin Feng with red eyes:

"Why must we sit at the very end?! Why do we have to watch your expressions even when eating a bite of food?! Qin Feng, don't think you're so great just because you have a bit of stinking money! You were nothing but a lower-tier person before, so why are you acting like a big shot now? If my father hadn't died, do you think we would be willing to come to this dump of yours?!"

Once these words were spoken, the air in the entire main hall seemed to freeze instantly.

"Presumptuous!!"

Bai Yuhe was the first to react, murderous intent flashing in her fox-like eyes as she slammed the table with a "bang" and stood up. Her fifth-stage Qi and blood directly locked onto Su Aili, and she said, "You death-seeking wench, how dare you speak to Master like that? Do you believe I won't tear your mouth apart right now?!"

Wu Mengmeng also sneered repeatedly: "Sister Su, it seems your daughter still hasn't recognized what her status is now. Would you like this little sister to teach her the rules for you?"

"No... I beg you, don't touch her..."

The color drained from Su Yourong's face instantly, and terrified, she slid off her chair and knelt, shielding Su Aili desperately.

Qin Feng set down the wine cup in his hand and slowly raised his eyelids.

He was neither enraged nor angry; his deep black eyes were calm without a ripple, as if he were looking at an insignificant ant.

"My place... is a dump?"

Qin Feng asked calmly, his fingers gently tapping on the table.

"I..." Stared at by Qin Feng's emotionless gaze, Su Aili felt a chill inexplicably rise from the bottom of her heart, but she still stubbornly insisted, "It is! If it weren't for my mother, I wouldn't care to eat your family's food!"

"Very good, you have backbone."

A cold, mocking smirk curled the corner of Qin Feng's lips.

He casually picked up a snow-white handkerchief to wipe the corner of his mouth, stood up, and looked down at the mother and daughter from his superior position, his voice as cold as ice shards in the depths of winter:

"I don't keep big shots here. Since you aren't willing to stay, the door isn't locked; you can leave right now."

"And another thing..." Qin Feng turned to look at Su Yourong, who was kneeling on the ground trembling, "Keep a close eye on your daughter. If there is a next time, I don't mind plugging her mouth shut."

After saying this, Qin Feng didn't even bother to glance at them again; he turned and walked straight out of the main hall, returning to his own room.

"Master, please calm your anger..." Bai Yuhe and Wu Mengmeng hurriedly followed him.

In the main hall, only the Su Family mother and daughter remained.

"Slap—!!!"

An extremely loud slap landed fiercely on Su Aili's face!

Su Yourong had used all her strength in this slap, directly knocking Su Aili to the ground, with a trace of blood spilling from the corner of her mouth.

"Mother! You hit me again?!" Su Aili covered her swollen cheek, her eyes filled with disbelief.

"I hit you because I want you to survive!!!"

Su Yourong roared hysterically, tears gushing out like a broken levee, "Are you crazy?! Do you think you are still a Young Miss?! We are now Menial Laborers who have signed indentures! If Qin Feng really kicks you out, there are dozens of hungry wolves outside like Jia Da waiting to eat your meat and drink your blood!!"

Looking at her stepmother's face, which was distorted by extreme fear, Su Aili finally felt afraid.

She huddled in the corner, covering her face and crying "woo-woo," but deep in her eyes, a trace of stubbornness and indifference still remained.

Su Yourong slumped helplessly on the ground, looking at the tightly closed door, as the despair in her heart engulfed her like a tide.

She knew this type of person, Qin Feng, too well; seemingly calm, but in his bones, he possessed an overbearing and ruthless nature that demanded absolute dominance.

Aili had offended him today; if they couldn't appease his anger, the shelter they had worked so hard to obtain would collapse at any moment!

"No... I cannot just sit here and wait for death..."

Su Yourong bit her red lips, a look of extreme determination flashing in her eyes.

...

That night.

In the dead of night, everything was silent.

Courtyard No. 77 was quiet, with only the "rustling" sound of the cold wind blowing through the leaves.

In Qin Feng's room, the charcoal brazier was still emitting a faint red glow, and the Primary Spirit Gathering Formation was operating silently, making the room warm and full of energy.

"Creak—"

An extremely faint sound of the door being pushed open broke the silence in the room.

Qin Feng, who was sitting cross-legged on the bed Cultivating, slowly opened his eyes, a playful glint flashing in his deep pupils.

The door crack was pushed open bit by bit.

Accompanied by an extremely alluring, ripe fragrance, Su Yourong snuck in silently as if she were a thief, and turned to bolt the door shut tightly.

When he saw the woman's attire before him, even with Qin Feng's extensive experience, he couldn't help but have a look of astonishment flash in his eyes.

Su Yourong tonight had clearly dressed with great care.

She had taken off her coarse linen clothes from the day and changed into an expensive, purple, semi-transparent silk chiffon long dress.

This long dress was extremely form-fitting, outlining her incredibly voluptuous, peach-like figure and her slender, willow-like waist to perfection.

"Xiao Feng..."

As soon as Su Yourong stepped into the room, she was so shocked by the incredibly dense Spiritual Qi inside that her whole body trembled.

But she immediately composed herself, suppressing the shame and fear in her heart, and walked slowly to the bed with a swaying gait like a water snake.

"Thump."

Without any hesitation, Su Yourong's knees went weak, and she knelt heavily directly on the cold bluestone floor.

She gently raised the rattan whip in her hand...

"This servant failed to discipline her daughter properly, allowing the girl to offend Master during the day..."

Su Yourong looked up, her voice so alluring it was almost dripping with water, carrying a trace of pitiful trembling,

"This servant knows she was wrong and has come to offer a humble apology while carrying thorns for punishment."

"I beg Master to punish me..."