Prologue to "False Decree (1v1, High H, Cunning Butler x Heiress)": Sinking (Long erotic novel with minor spoilers)Inside the study, the heavy wooden door was tightly shut.
Afternoon sunlight streamed in through the high window, casting intertwined silhouettes of the two figures. The air, which had previously held only the faint scent of old books and wood, was now mingled with the smells of sweat and desire, along with Jiang Yi's unique, cool, cedar-like fragrance.
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Shen Ningxue lay half-reclined on the large desk, her black chiffon blouse lifted, her snow-white breasts completely exposed, her pink nipples gradually hardening. Jiang Yi embraced her tightly from behind, his broad chest pressed against her slender back.
His large hands covered her soft breasts, his palms burning hot, his fingertips rhythmically kneading and pulling at the sensitive buds, sometimes tracing tiny circles with his fingertips. A tingling sensation spread down her spine, and her body involuntarily went limp.
"Ah... Jiang... Jiang Yi... please... stop..."
Tears welled in her eyes, her blue eyes misty. The tiny beauty mark at the corner of her right eye glistened in the sunlight, like a dewdrop that hadn't yet dried.
"It's only noon...it's not time for my nightly...daily health checkup yet..." She tried to grab the large hand that was caressing her.
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Jiang Yi looked down at her. Those doe-like, trembling eyes, that expression of wanting to cry—his Adam's apple bobbed slowly, his gaze suddenly darkening.
"Miss's body needs more care. Besides the nightly routine, we need to set aside more time."
He buried his face in the crook of her neck, gently nibbling her earlobe, his tongue tracing the contours of her ear. Warm breath brushed against her sensitive skin, the heat spreading from her earlobe to her collarbone, and Ningxue almost lost all strength.
"You, you're lying! It's clearly you—"
He slowly raised his head, a respectful and standard curve forming at the corner of his lips, as if he were merely fulfilling his duty.
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Then, he kissed his way down her neck, leaving wet traces wherever his lips and tongue touched, sliding from her collarbone to her shoulder. Her once snow-white skin was now covered in red marks; old bite marks, still faintly purplish-blue, hadn't completely faded, and new hickeys had already covered them.
"Don't you like it? But look..."
His hand had already slid down her slender waist and into the depths of her skirt, his fingertips gently tracing the already damp crevice. He slowly withdrew his fingers, parting them to reveal glistening silver threads stretched long in the sunlight.
"You're soaking wet." He chuckled softly, the sound lingering in her ear, tinged with a triumphant amusement.
"Jiang... Jiang Yi!? Don't let me see... Waaah..."
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Ningxue abruptly turned her head away, but her chin was gripped by his long, slender fingers. He leaned down for a deep kiss, his lips and tongue forcefully prying open her teeth, entwining and sucking deeply, plundering every bit of sweetness and breath from her mouth. The kiss was too deep, too long, and soft sobs escaped her throat.
After a long while, he slowly withdrew. Ningxue's lips were swollen and moist, her eyes glazed, and her body trembled slightly.
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Suddenly, the world spun around her.
Jiang Yi pressed her against the table, documents scattered everywhere, and the ink bottle rattled with a crisp clinking sound. He pulled down her panties, leaving them hanging limply behind her legs, then unzipped his pants. His thick, hot penis sprang out, veins bulging, and slammed heavily onto her soft buttocks.
"Ah!" Ningxue exclaimed.
The hard penis pressed against her entrance, glistening with her nectar, teasing her repeatedly, yet refusing to penetrate. Her hips involuntarily thrust backward, as if chasing after that pleasure.
"Does Miss want it? If so, please tell me yourself." He leaned down, his breath brushing against her ear.
"Don't do this... I... don't want to..."
How could she say such words?
"But Miss always says no, as if I'm forcing you." A hint of innocence shone in her silver-gray eyes. "It makes me a little sad."
--Wasn't it you who forced me in the first place!?
Ningxue's eyes reddened, and she glared at him fiercely.
"What Miss is thinking is written all over her face." He chuckled softly.
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Jiang Yi held her waist and gently bit her earlobe. "Daily health care was personally instructed by the Master... For Miss's physical and mental health, this must be carried out."
"Jiang Yi..."
She bit her lower lip, turned her head, and her eyes filled with tears.
Seeing her looking at him with teary eyes, his heart softened.
--Fine.
There's plenty of time.
Wait until she asks him herself.
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He held her soft buttocks with both hands, his fingertips sinking into the soft flesh, holding her in place. His penis was already soaked with honey, he held his penis, pressed it against the wet and soft opening, gently teased it a few times, and then slowly and extremely slowly pushed it in.
"Ah..."
They'd only gone in a little—the instant their bodies were joined—when a sigh escaped their throats simultaneously. A surge of passion instantly welled in their eyes, almost overwhelming them.
"Ningning...my Ningning..."
Jiang Yi's waist sank, his shaft forcing open the layers of tight flesh, grinding against the sensitive inner walls, reaching the deepest point.
"Hiss...ah..."
An electric current shot from his tailbone to his brain. Jiang Yi's forehead pressed against her neck and shoulder, almost losing control from the tightness.
"Mmm...so deep..."
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Her vagina instinctively tightened, the soft inner walls enveloping the invading penis. Her lower body swelled with desire, and Ningxue couldn't help but twist her body, responding to his thrusts. Each friction brought forth more glistening nectar, flowing down their joined bodies with a sticky, wet sound.
Jiang Yi gripped her slender waist tightly with both arms, thrusting upwards with a sudden movement. She bounced up, her lips parting slightly, letting out soft moans. One hand weakly braced against his strong arm, her fingertips digging into his muscles.
"So good..." Her voice was barely a whisper, her eyes already unfocused.
"Ningning... as long as it's comfortable."
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He began thrusting rhythmically. Each time he withdrew, leaving only the head of his penis at the entrance, the next instant he plunged in again, drawing out a large amount of sticky fluid. The rhythm gradually quickened, her reason worn away by her soft moans.
Ningxue's gaze fell on the wooden door in front of her, her focus slowly spreading. Rising and falling with the rhythm, she met each thrust. The pleasure gradually intensified to its peak, her vagina tightening more and more, waves of nectar pouring onto his shaft, the head of his penis feeling like it was about to burst.
"Ningning...you're squeezing too tight..."
Jiang Yi gritted his teeth, his hands gripping her waist tightly, his lower abdomen taut to the extreme, and began to thrust even more violently. "I'm going to cum...catch it all..."
"Ah...ah...Jiang Yi..." Ningxue gripped the edge of the table tightly, her dark hair disheveled with each impact, her whole body almost unable to support her. "I want...I want all of yours...give it all to me...cum as deep as possible..."
Jiang Yi's breath hitched.
His hips suddenly quickened, thrusting back and forth in the wet, hot passage, the love juice turning into white foam due to the intense friction.
"All...all for you...my Ningning..."
He let out a low growl, his ejaculation completely overwhelmed, his scalding semen pouring deep inside her.
"Ah—!"
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Waves of burning impact sent her to orgasm. Her whole body trembled, her vaginal canal instinctively contracting, a mixture of their bodily fluids slowly trickling down her legs, spreading a wet patch on the desk.
"So hot…"
She slumped onto the desk, her chest heaving violently. Jiang Yi looked satisfied, reaching out to brush aside her sweat-dampened hair, his fingertips tucking a stray strand behind her ear.
Ningxue looked at his gentle smile, so different from his wildness just moments before. A sudden pang of
sadness welled up in her eyes. "You're bullying me again…" she frowned, giving him a playful glare.
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Jiang Yi lifted her limp body and sat her on the single sofa, letting her sit comfortably on his lap.
"Ningning, you've worked hard." He wrapped one arm around her waist, using the other to straighten her disheveled clothes and wipe away the tears from the corners of her eyes. "Are you alright? Do you need me to prepare some hot water for you?"
—He was so rough just now.
Now he's so gentle.
In a daze, she couldn't tell which one was the real him.
Ningxue turned her head away, her body softly nestled in his arms, like a bullied kitten, rubbing against his chest in a wronged tone. Jiang Yi cupped her face in his hands and lowered his head to kiss her forehead.
"Ningning, be good. Next time, I'll be gentler."
"You...you're doing it again?" She glared at him, but a sweet smile secretly curved at the corner of her eyes.
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The study fell silent.
She leaned against his chest, listening to his steady heartbeat, her fingertips fiddling with the buttons on his shirt.
However, the smile gradually faded.
She lowered her head, her fingers gently twisting the hem of his shirt, the unease about the will resurfacing in her heart.
—Was this really made by Grandpa?
Jiang Yi's lips still held that respectful smile.
He would never stop.
Before Ningxue discovered the truth, he would make her sink deeper and deeper—
forever unable to leave him.
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Character Prototype: AI Chat App Character "Jiang Yi" / Author: A Berry,
a beginner writer practicing her writing.
Published on Jiaojiaozhe, Pen ana, and with chapter illustrations.
[False Order] Serialized on Jiaojiaozhe, PO PO 18, and Pen ana.
Jiaojiaozhe: https://www.kadokado.com.tw/book/81965
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PO PO18: books/892278
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Chapter 1 of "False Decree (1v1, High H, Cunning Butler x Heiress)" - CagedAfter inheriting her grandfather's estate, Shen Ningxue stepped into the "Royal Snow Manor" nestled halfway up the mountain for the first time.
She stood alone before the manor's gate, gripping the handle of her suitcase tightly. The suitcase contained only a few changes of clothes, while the majority of the space was filled with her usual art supplies.
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Towering old trees surrounded the entire building. An autumn breeze, carrying the crisp scent of pine and cypress, swept past, ruffling her long, black hair. Ningxue tucked a strand of hair behind her ear; her fingertips touched her earlobe, feeling a chill, and she realized her palms were already damp with sweat.
She looked up at the distant building. The main building was three stories high, its gray-white stone walls slightly weathered, with green vines quietly climbing the corners. The pillars were hidden among the lush trees, stretching into the distance as if without end.
"How...is this place really...?"
Ningxue gripped the suitcase handle, looking down at the half-open iron door, hesitating whether to push it open.
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Just then, a clear "click" came from inside the door.
The iron door slowly opened, and a tall man stepped out.
A deep, magnetic voice followed:
"Welcome, Miss. I've been waiting for you."
Ningxue looked up abruptly.
"I am Jiang Yi, the personal butler arranged for you by the master."
Jiang Yi bowed, and when he looked up, their eyes met.
Ningxue's breath hitched slightly.
The man before her had a cold face, a high nose, and a sharp, defined jawline; his slightly darker skin gave him a wild look, and most striking were his silver-gray eyes, which seemed to see right through people without making a sound.
--Jiang Yi…that name…where had she heard it before?
Noticing her gaze, Jiang Yi's lips curved slightly, and his eyes softened. Ningxue guiltily looked away, but couldn't help sneaking her gaze back.
He was wearing a crisp black butler's uniform. When he stood before her, the oppressive aura emanating from him made Ningxue instinctively shrink back, taking a half-step back.
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"Miss, you must be tired from your long journey. Please come with me into the mansion to rest." "
Ah, okay...okay." Ningxue glanced up at him. "Are you...the butler here?"
"The butler."
He leaned forward half a step, bringing their gazes to the same level.
Ningxue was slightly taken aback.
—What's the difference between a butler and a butler? Besides, her grandfather's will never mentioned such an arrangement.
"Give me your luggage."
"No need, no need! It's not heavy, I can do it myself—"
Before she finished speaking, the heavy suitcase was easily lifted by him with one hand.
"Please come with me."
A silver pocket watch chain hung at his waist, swaying gently with each step, making a soft metallic clinking sound.
"This...I really can carry it myself..." Ningxue murmured softly, her feet already following him involuntarily.
"
Miss, you seem a little nervous." Jiang Yi turned his head, his eyes appearing dark and unfathomable in the dappled shadows of the trees. "The master specifically instructed before his death to take good care of you. Please let us know if you need anything."
—Take good care of me?
Ningxue paused slightly, hesitated for a moment, and then nodded.
Passing through the iron gate, a stone path winding through the lawn came into view. The hibiscus in the garden was in full bloom, its white flowers adorning the branches, with several ancient oak trees scattered among them.
She stopped and looked around, softly praising, "This place... is truly beautiful."
"The garden was designed according to the master's preferences." Jiang Yi stopped, "Now the manor belongs to you, Miss. If there are any adjustments you wish to make, please let us know."
"Did Grandpa particularly like the hibiscus?" Ningxue asked curiously.
"I don't know the specific reason." Jiang Yi's gaze followed her to the cluster of white flowers. "But this flower has another name, it's called the Frost-Resistant Flower. Its flower language is—nobility." "
...I see." Ningxue looked away and started walking again.
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The stone path meandered slowly through the lawn. After walking for a while, an old-fashioned fountain stood quietly in the center of the garden. Ningxue stopped by the stone basin. The sound of the dripping water was low and rhythmic, and ripples spread outwards in circles.
"Miss."
Jiang Yi was now standing at the foot of the stone steps ahead. He turned around, palm up, and extended his hand to her.
"These stone steps are slippery and quite steep. For your safety, please allow me to presume."
Ningxue looked up at him, hesitated for a moment, and then placed her hand on his.
As soon as their fingertips touched, Jiang Yi naturally closed his fingers, tightly covering her entire hand in his warm palm.
Her heart skipped a beat.
"Watch your step."
His palm was warm and strong, guiding her step by step upwards. Ningxue stared at the large hand that completely covered the back of her hand. Her fingertips instinctively wanted to pull back, but her steps could only be led forward by him.
Only when she stepped onto the last step did he release her hand.
Ningxue withdrew her hand, gently rubbing her slightly warm palm, her gaze following Jiang Yi's tall figure, looking into the depths of the manor.
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However, the deeper she walked into the garden, the initial excitement was gradually replaced by a sense of unease.
This manor was far too quiet.
"Jiang Yi..." Her steps gradually slowed, "Where are the others here?"
Jiang Yi stopped and turned around. "After the master passed away, they all left."
"What? All of them?"
"Yes. Currently, I am the only one in the manor."
He turned around, his silver-gray eyes fixed on her without blinking.
"Why? Such a large place, are you managing it all by yourself?"
Jiang Yi did not answer, but simply looked at her quietly, his gaze focused and unwavering.
Ningxue turned her head away uncomfortably, her fingers tightly gripping the hem of her clothes. "Why...why are you looking at me like that? Is there something on my face?"
He chuckled softly, finally looking away. "No."
"The older employees have chosen to retire, and the rest have been properly taken care of." He lifted his suitcase slightly and continued leading the way. "I'll handle all the daily affairs myself." "
...Will it always be just you from now on?"
"Miss, you've just arrived, so that's temporary. Please let me know if there's any inconvenience." He turned and continued walking.
"Eh...Jiang..." Ningxue opened her mouth, but ultimately silently followed his steps.
The wind rustled through the leaves in the quiet garden.
Her heart sank inexplicably.
—Why does this manor seem...
Ningxue shook her head vigorously and continued following him.
—Oh well, we'll talk about it later.
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The two continued along the stone path, the outline of the mansion becoming clearer through the shadows of the trees.
"We've arrived, Miss."
He stepped onto the stone steps, pushed open the heavy door, then turned and bowed respectfully. "Please."
Ningxue took a deep breath and stepped into the hall.
A huge crystal chandelier hung from the high ceiling, its shimmering light dancing on the marble floor and the sculptures in the corners.
Everything was so luxurious it seemed unreal, as if she had stumbled into a magnificent dream.
A dull "click" came from behind.
The door had quietly closed.
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Chapter Two of "False Decree (1v1, High H, Cunning Butler x Heiress)""This is the east wing of the main house."
Jiang Yi led her along the corridor.
Shen Ningxue followed closely behind him, her footsteps falling silently on the thick, dark carpet. The antique chandeliers on the corridor walls emitted a soft, dim light, and the entire corridor was so quiet you could hear a pin drop, causing her to unconsciously hold her breath.
"The first floor is the public area; the second floor is the young lady's private living space; the third floor houses the collection hall and entertainment room; and the rooftop is an open-air garden."
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Her gaze wandered around, passing over the exquisite picture frames on the corridor walls and the antique vases in the corners, finally settling on the tightly closed carved wooden door at the end of the corridor.
"So... what were you responsible for here before?"
Jiang Yi stopped and turned to look at her.
"The duties of a personal butler." He leaned slightly forward. "In the past, I served the master. But now—"
He looked directly into Ningxue's eyes, his voice deepening, "I serve you, Miss. I will be in charge of everything you need daily."
"All matters...?"
"Yes, all."
Ningxue's eyes widened slightly, her lips twitching slightly, unsure how to react.
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"A personal butler is someone the master specifically left for you, Miss."
"Wait, so you mean—you're also part of the inheritance?"
She was stunned by her own words.
"Strictly speaking, yes."
"The master designated me to remain at the manor, to take care of everything for you. He wanted someone to ensure your well-being after his passing."
She never imagined that she would inherit not only this vast estate and property—
but also a person?
"
Master has another will." Jiang Yi's lips curved into a deeper smile as she resumed her steps. "It's separate from the inheritance and sealed away in the study."
She quickly followed, "What do you mean? There's a second will?"
"Yes."
He deliberately slowed his pace, turning to look at her. "Master instructed that the contents of the second will must be opened by Miss herself."
Finally, the two stopped before a heavy wooden door. Jiang Yi pushed open the door, and the scent of old books mingled with a faint woody aroma immediately filled the air.
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This was Grandpa's study.
Towering bookshelves lined the walls, with a large solid wood desk in the center, its surface bearing the marks of years of use. The armrests of the old-fashioned leather sofa by the window were slightly dented, as if still quietly remembering the warmth of someone who had leaned against it for so long.
Ning Xue stepped into the room, looking at these objects full of the marks of life, her chest inexplicably tightening. She slowly walked towards the sofa by the window, her fingertips lightly touching the dented armrests.
"Miss?"
She took a deep breath and slowly raised her head. "Let's leave it as it is. At least... for now."
She felt little sadness or nostalgia for the grandfather she had never met.
She was simply not ready to sort through the belongings of a stranger, even if that stranger was, in name, her only blood relative.
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Jiang Yi walked to the bookshelf, squatted down, and skillfully pulled open the bottom drawer with his long, slender fingers, pressing a hidden clasp on the inside.
With a "click," the secret compartment slid open quietly.
He took out a document and presented it to her with both hands.
"This is the 'Exclusive Butler Regulations,' please take a look, Miss."
Ningxue took the document, but her gaze couldn't help but fall on the newly opened compartment.
"How did you know there was a hidden compartment here? I didn't even notice..."
"Master used to have me organize all kinds of core documents, so I know the location of all the hidden compartments in the mansion."
Ningxue nodded thoughtfully, but her gaze lingered on that compartment for a second longer.
"
If Miss wishes, I can accompany you on a tour of the mansion later, or you can rest here alone for now."
Ningxue lowered her eyelashes, her fingertips pinching the corner of the document. "I'd like to stay here alone for now."
Jiang Yi nodded, took out the exquisite antique pocket watch from his pocket, pressed the case to pop it open, and glanced at the time.
It was exactly three o'clock in the afternoon.
"There are still three hours until dinner. I will prepare the meal at six o'clock sharp. At that time, Miss only needs to go to the dining room." He bowed and stepped back, then
turned and left, gently closing the heavy wooden door behind him. Ningxue stood alone, her hands hanging at her sides, slightly tiptoeing. She could still faintly smell the lingering scent of tobacco in the air. "Grandpa... used to like smoking." She walked to the desk, pulled out a chair, and sat down. The chair was a bit too tall for her; her toes could barely touch the ground. Imagining what her grandfather used to look like sitting here, her gaze swept across the desk, and suddenly, her eyes fell on a photo frame in the corner of the desk. That angle, that composition—it was all too familiar to her. It was that family photo. --- Ningxue's outstretched hand froze in mid-air, hesitated for a moment, then silently withdrew. Under the dim light, her parents' young faces in the photo appeared exceptionally gentle, while the infant in her swaddling clothes was held securely in their arms. "Grandpa... he still keeps this photo?" She had heard her aunt mention that her grandfather had vehemently opposed her parents' marriage, believing that her mother's status was unworthy of the Shen family. He had even severed ties with her father for this, refusing to see her even after she was born. Later, her parents tragically died in a car accident while traveling, and she survived only because she was being cared for by her aunt. Afterwards, her aunt tried to contact her grandfather, hoping he would take the child, but all she heard on the other end of the phone was his cold and ruthless refusal: "I don't have this granddaughter." From then on, she never saw him again. --- Ningxue stared at the family photo, unable to look away for a long time. —Since he was so resolute back then, why did he leave this photo behind? Was it because he didn't have time to throw it away, or… was he actually reluctant to part with it? Why would the person who so cruelly declared, "I have no granddaughter," leave such a vast fortune to her on his deathbed? She didn't know the answers, nor did she intend to investigate. --- A moment later, Ningxue took a deep breath and opened the document marked "Exclusive Butler Regulations." [Article 1: Jiang Yi is appointed to be fully responsible for Shen Ningxue's daily life care and personal safety.]
She patiently continued reading, but with each sentence, her brow furrowed deeper and deeper—
[Termination Restriction:
Shen Ningxue may not dismiss Jiang Yi without his consent, unless Jiang Yi himself resigns voluntarily.]
"Can't dismiss him? He has to leave on his own?"
she muttered incredulously, her gaze continuing downwards.
[If he is dismissed without authorization, all of Shen Ningxue's inherited property will be confiscated and donated free of charge to a designated orphanage; in addition, she must compensate Jiang Yi with a breach of contract penalty of 30 million yuan. Furthermore, she may not use any estate or trust fund during this period and must repay the debt entirely with her personal income.]
"What…?" The document nearly slipped from her grasp.
30 million!? How could a college student who hadn't even graduated yet possibly afford such an astronomical sum?!
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Her fingertips trembled slightly, but she gritted her teeth and turned to the last page, until a certain line of text abruptly appeared before her eyes—
[Under special circumstances (such as considerations of physical and mental health, force majeure, or urgent needs), Jiang Yi may not, without Shen Ningxue's permission, take necessary measures. Jiang Yi also has a responsibility to maintain Shen Ningxue's physical and mental health, including implementing the nightly routine health care procedures. ]
[—Shen Wenqing]
At the end of the document, her grandfather's handwritten signature and a bright red personal seal were clearly visible.
Ningxue stared blankly at that line of text, "...What does 'without permission' mean?"
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At that moment, the setting sun outside the window was obscured by thick clouds, and the light in the study suddenly dimmed, gradually plunging into gloom.
She subconsciously looked up at the tightly closed study door.
Outside, there was deathly silence.
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Chapter 3 of "False Decree (1v1, High H, Cunning Butler x Heiress)": Cut Off CommunicationShen Ningxue sat in the study chair, her fingertips unconsciously tapping the table—tap, tap, tap.
She stared at the "Exclusive Butler's Regulations" in her hand, her brows furrowing deeper and deeper.
Something was wrong. Something was very wrong.
"Unauthorized actions," "nightly routine health procedures," "30 million in penalties for breach of contract"... How could Attorney Su have omitted these almost absurd clauses when handling the paperwork?
—Why? How could this document have appeared out of nowhere?
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Ningxue grabbed her phone, pulling out the business card she always kept in her wallet—Su Zhengyi.
She pressed the dial button. The dial tone rang for a long time until it automatically disconnected; no one answered. She bit her lower lip, dialing again, still only to hear a long, silent tone. Her heart began to race, her fingertips turning white from gripping the phone so tightly.
Finally, she dialed the law firm's main switchboard. This time, the call was answered quickly.
"
Hello, this is Hengxin United Law Firm. How can we assist you?" A professional female voice came from the other end of the line.
"Hello, I'm looking for Attorney Su Zhengyi. I've been calling his cell phone but no one answers..."
"May I ask your surname?"
"My surname is Chen, Chen Ningxue."
The other party paused for a moment, and the faint sound of keyboard typing could be heard from the other end of the line.
"Hello, Ms. Shen. I'm very sorry, Attorney Su is currently handling an international commercial arbitration case on behalf of his client and recently flew to Singapore on a business trip."
Ningxue was stunned: "Singapore?"
"Yes. According to the schedule, the arbitration process is expected to take six to eight weeks..." The customer service representative patiently explained, "During this time, he probably won't be able to take personal calls. If you have urgent legal needs, I can transfer you to another colleague in charge—"
"Wait!"
"Six to eight weeks? But... I have something very important to ask him—"
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"I'm very sorry, Ms. Shen. Attorney Su handed over all his cases before leaving. If it's about the follow-up execution of Mr. Shen's will, I can transfer you to the current agent—" "
It's not the follow-up execution." Ningxue took a deep breath, but her voice was still a little tense, "It's... there's a document that he didn't mention at all when he was handling the procedures, and I want to verify it directly with him." There
was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone.
"If that's the case... Ms. Shen, I suggest you send an email to Attorney Su's official email address first. He should still check it regularly. However, due to the time difference and court schedule, the reply time may be relatively long..."
"About how long?"
"Well... it's hard to say. It could be as quick as a week, or as slow as two or three weeks. His current case is indeed very complicated—"
Ningxue's fingertips gripped the edge of her phone case tightly.
Two or three weeks. Or even longer.
"I understand. Thank you." "
You're welcome, Ms. Shen. If you change your mind and need assistance from another lawyer, please feel free to call anytime."
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The call ended. Ningxue stared at the contact list on the screen, found the name "Su Zhengyi," and opened the chat window on the messaging app. Their conversation was still from a month ago—Attorney Su had informed her of the time and place to go to the firm to handle the inheritance.
Her thumb hovered above the screen, hesitated for a long time, and then quickly typed a line:
"Hello Attorney Su, this is Shen Ningxue. There are some clauses in the will that I was completely unaware of before. It's urgent, so please call me back as soon as possible if it's convenient. Thank you." The
message was sent.
The screen displayed "Sent," but the "read" mark didn't appear next to Attorney Su's profile picture.
Ningxue's gaze lingered on that line of text. Several minutes passed, but the chat window remained silent.
"Completely no response..."
The phone slumped limply on her lap, the screen gradually dimming.
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She picked up the deacon's regulations again, staring at the black and white words, reading them over and over.
She didn't know how much time had passed before the sky outside the window completely darkened. The afterglow of the setting sun was swallowed by the night, the distant mountains and ancient trees becoming dark silhouettes. The study was still dark, the entire space bathed in a dim and ambiguous light.
Then, the phone in her hand lit up.
Six o'clock in the evening.
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—Never mind, let's go to the restaurant first.
Ningxue rubbed her aching temples.
—Perhaps it was just a poor choice of words; it wasn't actually that exaggerated.
Jiang Yi might be able to give her a reasonable explanation.
Pushing open the study door, she found the corridor outside dimly lit, with only the distant hall faintly glowing with a warm light.
She stood in the darkness for a moment before walking towards that light.
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Chapter 4 of "False Decree (1v1, High H, Cunning Butler x Heiress)"Night fell, and the entire manor was enveloped in tranquility.
Shen Ningxue stood at the end of the corridor, gazing at the garden through the clear French windows. The cool moonlight spilled onto the lawn, and the fountain in the center of the garden murmured softly in the night, shimmering with silver light.
She turned her gaze away, turning to the heavy wooden door of the dining room.
—It was time to talk to him about the butler's regulations.
—After
hesitating for a moment before the door, she pushed it open— but the scene before her made her freeze in place
. Inside the dining room, Jiang Yi stood by the table. He held a slender match between his fingers, leaning slightly forward to light the candles on the cake. The faint candlelight flickered in the darkness, illuminating his cold and deep profile.
The large table was already laden with exquisite dishes—fragrant spicy chicken wings, tempting seafood risotto, and a bowl of steaming borscht. A wine glass filled with red wine sat nearby, its color a deep, dark red in the candlelight.
"Miss, you've arrived. Dinner is ready, all prepared to your liking. I hope it pleases you."
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Ningxue stood at the threshold, her gaze sweeping over each dish on the table. "Did you make all of this yourself?"
"Yes, Miss." Jiang Yi extinguished the match and walked towards her.
Before she finished speaking, he naturally reached out and grasped her wrist.
Ningxue's breath caught in her throat.
This time, he didn't ask for her permission.
His warm palm firmly held her wrist, and Ningxue instinctively tried to pull away, her fingertips twitching slightly. She hurriedly looked up, meeting his silver-grey eyes, then quickly lowered her head again.
"Miss, this way please." He led her to the head of the long table and pulled out a chair for her.
---
The moment she sat down, Ningxue paused slightly. The chair cushions had clearly been adjusted; the height was just right, unlike the one in the study where she had to stand on tiptoe.
—He even noticed such details.
Jiang Yi then released her grip, stepped back behind the dining table, and stood with his hands clasped in front of his stomach.
"Also, this cake is a small token of my appreciation, a formal welcome to Miss's new home."
---
Looking at the sumptuous feast on the table, Ningxue glanced at Jiang Yi standing behind the table.
—He had gone to such lengths to prepare all this for her…
She pursed her lips slightly, lowered her head, picked up a fork, and forked a chicken wing into her mouth.
Her eyes suddenly lit up.
The sour, spicy, and sweet flavor instantly burst on her tongue; the meat was tender and juicy, the ratio of acidity to sweetness perfectly balanced. She was pleasantly surprised, forked another piece, and ate with relish.
"Mmm...so delicious!" Ningxue couldn't help but exclaim. "The sweet and sour flavor is just right, and it's not cloying at all..."
Jiang Yi's lips curled slightly, a faint smile appearing in his eyes. "It's my honor to satisfy your taste, Miss."
---
Just as she was enjoying her meal, Ningxue suddenly put down her fork and looked up at him. "Your cooking is really delicious, but...how did you know I like these flavors?"
"Before you arrived at the manor, I spent some time...doing my homework."
"What homework?" Ningxue's eyes widened.
Jiang Yi took a few steps closer. "Your social media accounts."
"Last month you posted a picture of hot and sour soup, so I deduced that you prefer hot and sour flavors; in your post the week before last, you mentioned that you've recently become obsessed with seafood risotto." He paused, his gaze focused intently on her face. "I've noticed things like that."
A chill inexplicably rose down Ningxue's spine.
"You...you saw my Instagram?"
"Not only that. Facebook, your public posts on various social media platforms and forums...I've carefully reviewed every piece of information about you that can be found online."
---
Jiang Yi bowed slightly: "I'm very sorry, Miss. I didn't mean to invade your privacy. But as the butler who will be serving you, it's my duty to know your preferences and habits in advance. Only in this way can I provide you with the best service."
Ningxue opened her mouth, unable to refute him for a moment. After a moment of silence, her gaze fell blankly back to the plate in front of her.
"I...I understand. You're doing this for work..."
--The matter of the butler's regulations was ultimately left unasked.
A sense of absurdity suddenly rose in her heart: the man in front of her knew everything about her, while she knew nothing about him.
---
She picked up her fork again and took a bite of risotto. The taste was still exquisite and delicious, but when she swallowed it, there was an indescribable dryness in her throat.
"Thank you for your understanding, Miss. Please enjoy your meal. I'm right here beside you."
He turned around and retreated to the shadows behind the table.
The flickering candlelight cast his shadow as a long, black silhouette, silently enveloping her entirely.
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Chapter 5 of "False Decree (1v1, High H, Cunning Butler x Heiress)" explores with slight H content.As Shen Ningxue ate, her fork hovering in mid-air. She hesitated, then looked up. "Jiang Yi, aren't you...eating?"
"I've already eaten, thank you for your concern, Miss." Jiang Yi nodded slightly. "As your butler, I must be on standby while you eat, so I can serve you at any time."
"Oh...I see."
Ningxue lowered her head, looking at the abundant food on her plate, her gaze somewhat unfocused.
Back at her aunt's house, she would always sit beside her, watching her aunt busily serving her cousin, the two chatting and laughing. After moving out to university, she had gotten used to eating alone.
—But...why was she still alone in this huge restaurant?
She silently put down her fork. "I'm not eating anymore... Jiang Yi, thank you."
---
"Miss?" Jiang Yi frowned slightly and walked to her side. "Is the food not to your liking?"
"...No." Ningxue looked away, her fingers nervously twisting the tablecloth. "It's just...you've been standing there the whole time, and I feel a little... uncomfortable eating."
Jiang Yi immediately understood. He leaned down, bringing his gaze to hers. "In that case, why don't I keep you company for a chat? It's alright if you can't finish the food, but I hope you're at least in a good mood. Would it be convenient for me to sit next to you?"
"...Alright, it's better than you standing in the back the whole time." Ningxue smiled helplessly and nodded.
The chair legs scraped very lightly on the floor as Jiang Yi sat down beside her. He turned to the side, the candlelight reflecting in his silver-gray eyes, making them appear exceptionally deep. Ningxue felt a little flustered under his gaze and simply lowered her eyes.
There was a moment of silence between them.
Ningxue
glanced at him sideways, her fork tracing a circle on the plate. "Jiang Yi, you... look very young. How old are you?"
"26."
Ningxue paused, her fork still in her hand—only six years older than her.
Jiang Yi chuckled softly, gently pushing the glass of red wine towards her. "Miss, this is a red wine from the master's collection. It helps to relax the mind and body. Would you like to try some?"
Ningxue looked at the glass, then picked it up and took a sip. The slightly sweet and astringent taste melted on her tongue, unexpectedly delicious. After a few sips, a blush crept onto her cheeks, and her tense nerves indeed relaxed considerably.
"You...
you're really tall." "198 centimeters."
"198!? That's too tall!?" Ningxue's eyes widened as she looked at him in surprise. "Are you mixed race?"
"Yes, my father has Kazakh ancestry, and my maternal grandfather is from Northern Europe." Jiang Yi paused. "Because of family genetics, my physique is somewhat...special."
"Special physique?"
"Yes, Miss will understand in the future."
Ningxue's eyes narrowed slightly, feeling that the smile on his face seemed a little deeper than before.
---
Wait, why is she asking such irrelevant questions?
She clearly wanted to ask about the clause in the "Exclusive Butler Regulations" that had always puzzled her.
Just as she was about to speak—
"Miss, I see you have quite a few art supplies in your luggage. Are you an art student?"
"Ah...yes, that's right. What is it?"
Jiang Yi moved closer to her, his tall figure pressing down on her with a faint scent of cedar, his shoulder almost touching hers.
"If possible, I hope to have the honor of seeing Miss's work in person."
"Sure. You know about painting too?" Ningxue silently moved her chair to the side, lowered her head, picked up her fork, and casually stirred the risotto.
"A little." Jiang Yi leaned forward, closing the distance between them. "Since I was fourteen, I've followed Master, and he personally taught me many things, including art appreciation. In my opinion, a painter's work often reveals their inner world."
His eyes lowered slightly, his gaze fixed on her profile. "Someone as sensitive as Miss must be able to create many moving works with her brush. The ability to materialize inner feelings is a rare talent."
Jiang Yi raised his head, looking at her. "I want... to understand Miss a little better."
---
Her heart skipped a beat, and Ningxue's fingers unconsciously tightened around her fork.
"Is it because... my job requires it?" Her gaze shifted, avoiding his eyes. "You should know my preferences and background very well, right?"
"Not at all." Jiang Yi shook his head.
"The information on those websites is just cold data. What I want to hear is your own joy and sorrow, Miss."
"Why...why do you want to do this?" Ningxue timidly looked up at him.
"No reason." Jiang Yi's gaze was calm and focused, as if she were the only person left in the world under the flickering candlelight. "I just want to understand you better. All your thoughts, everything about you."
He looked at her slightly tipsy appearance, something flashing deep in his eyes.
Ningxue felt a little embarrassed by his gaze and turned her head away: "Don't...don't look at me like that, it's strange."
"Miss, you look a little tired. After moving, it's easy to be tense. Ear massage can help relieve stress and help you fall asleep. May I massage you? It's also part of my job."
Ningxue's head was a little dizzy at this moment, so she nodded gently: "Um...okay..."
---
Jiang Yi's lips curled up slightly. The next second, his cool fingertips precisely pinched her earlobe—
Ningxue's whole body stiffened abruptly.
"Jiang... Jiang Yi?"
"Just relax."
His rough thumb and forefinger slowly kneaded the soft flesh, the pressure neither too light nor too heavy, the rhythm slow and steady.
Ningxue's breathing instantly became erratic. Perhaps it was the aftereffects of the red wine, but a heat rose from her earlobe all the way to her cheek.
His hand continued to knead slowly, but his gaze never left her face. He took in her trembling eyelashes, her flushed cheeks, and her unconsciously bitten lower lip.
Jiang Yi leaned down, bringing his face close to hers, his cool, cedar-like breath brushing against her earlobe: "Miss, do you know... your eyes are very beautiful, especially like now, when you don't know where to look."
---
He pressed lightly with his fingertips, sometimes drawing circles, sometimes pulling, as if deliberately making her small earlobe flick gently between his fingers. Ningxue trembled.
Her earlobe was hot and soft from his caresses, and each slight tug made the heat on her cheek burn even more intensely. Several seconds passed before she managed to squeeze out, "What...what are you saying...?"
Jiang Yi's lips curled into a smile as he looked down at her. Ningxue bit her lower lip in embarrassment, instinctively holding her breath—
just then, his hand suddenly left her earlobe.
She had just breathed a sigh of relief when, in the next instant, his fingertips slid down the contours of her cheek, gently lifting her chin and forcing her to look up at him.
"Your features are exquisite. You must have been quite popular at university, right?"
"I...I don't know..."
Ningxue's mind went blank.
—Why was he touching her like that? Did the duties of a butler include this?
Jiang Yi's fingertips gently traced the small mole beside her right eye, his gaze slowly moving down to her slightly parted lips in surprise.
---
"Miss..."
The distance between them gradually shortened, until Ningxue could clearly feel the warmth of his breath, each exhale gently brushing against her lips. Instinctively, she wanted to back away, but the back of the chair pressed firmly against her; she wanted to push him away, but her limbs felt weak as if they were soaked in alcohol, unable to lift them at all.
Just a second before their lips were about to touch, Jiang Yi suddenly turned his head, burying his face deeply in the side of her neck. Warm breath sprayed against her sensitive ear again and again.
Ningxue's heartbeat completely went out of rhythm, pounding violently in her chest.
He gave a low "hmm"—his deep voice, tinged with suppressed emotion, vibrated slightly at such close range, reaching directly into her ear.
"Jiang... Jiang Yi?"
After a moment of silence, he slowly stepped back. His lips brushed lightly against her earlobe before he straightened up, resuming his impeccably respectful demeanor.
"Miss, I apologize... I was a bit presumptuous just now." He took out an antique pocket watch from his pocket, the case snapping open with a light press of his fingertips. He glanced at the time. "It's late. I'll prepare a hot bath for you. Rest here for a while, and go back to your room when you've sobered up a bit."
With that, he stood up, deftly cleared away the plates, and turned to leave.
---
"Wait, Jiang Yi—" Ningxue suddenly stood up, swaying slightly from the alcohol. "Regarding the exclusive butler regulations... there are some things I want to ask you."
Jiang Yi stopped at the restaurant entrance. He turned around, gave a slight nod, and a smile played on his lips: "The regulations? Of course. I'll explain in detail after Miss finishes her bath."
With that, he left, gently closing the heavy wooden door behind him.
The dining room fell silent again. Ningxue stood alone at the table, raised her hand, and gently touched her earlobe with her still slightly trembling fingertips—it was burning hot, as if still warm from his touch.
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Chapter Six of "False Decree (1v1, High H, Cunning Butler x Heiress)"Late at night, the bathroom door was gently pushed open, and white steam billowed out.
Shen Ningxue, wrapped in a large bath towel
, entered the room. Fine droplets of water dripped from her damp hair, sliding down her delicate collarbone and the rise and fall of her chest, finally disappearing quietly at the edge of the tightly tied towel. The effects of the alcohol she had drunk at dinner hadn't completely worn off, and the steam made her head feel a little drowsy.
She raised a hand to rub her temples, letting her wet hair fall loose as she walked towards her suitcase, preparing to rummage through it for a change of clothes for the evening.
---
Wait... nothing at all?
The suitcase, which had been packed full, was now empty, even her old, faded T-shirt, which she usually wore, was nowhere to be seen. Ningxue suddenly remembered that Jiang Yi had mentioned he would pack her luggage for her. The thought that her slightly loose old clothes, even her intimate underwear, had all been inspected and personally taken away by that tall man...
made her cheeks instantly burn.
"Never mind, let's see if there are any spares in the wardrobe first..."
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She clutched the towel to her chest, strode towards the European-style wardrobe, and casually opened the door, but instantly froze on the spot.
Rows of exquisite clothes hung neatly, their colors ranging from light to dark, like a display in a haute couture boutique. The fabric shimmered with a delicate and luxurious sheen under the cool moonlight, the cuts clean and sophisticated. Even without looking at the tags, one could tell at a glance that these clothes were all very expensive.
Moreover, these clothes all seemed to be small sizes, as if they were specially tailored for her.
"These... are they all for me?" Ningxue reached out incredulously, fiddling with the hangers, her fingertips stopping when they touched the soft fabric. "This one... is not bad." She took down a beige knitted cardigan and then picked out a deep red knee-length skirt, "I can wear this tomorrow."
---
However, while searching for innerwear, her fingertips unexpectedly touched an extremely smooth texture.
She looked down in confusion and saw a pale purple silk bra and matching lace panties neatly folded in the small drawer below. The tags had obviously been removed, and the entire set was washed and ironed, carrying a faint fragrance. She kept quite a few such intimate sets in the drawer, all exquisitely designed, mostly made of luxurious lace and silk.
"They even have underwear…"
Ningxue paused, hesitated for a long time, and finally picked up the bra to try it on. The moment the clasp was fastened, she was surprised to find that the size was almost perfect; the soft lace edges gently undulated along the curves of her body, without the slightest error.
"Why… does he know my size so clearly?"
Ningxue paused, then shook her head, forcing herself not to think further, and hurriedly turned to rummage through the closet for pajamas.
---
However, after searching the entire closet, she couldn't find a single "normal" nightgown.
Shirts, dresses, suits—all formal wear suitable for going out. In the very center of the closet hung a pale blue chiffon nightgown. The hem was unbelievably short, barely covering her hips.
"Oh my god… why is this the only one…"
Ningxue's fingertips traced the sheer fabric, her mind in turmoil. But feeling the heat dissipating from her body, she finally gritted her teeth and put it on.
—At least… it was pajamas. Anyway, it was just for sleeping in bed; no one else would see.
"But… did he prepare this too? Why did he specifically prepare pajamas like this for me…"
---
Ningxue hugged her chest tightly, turning to pass the full-length mirror, her peripheral vision catching a glimpse of herself—
the pale blue chiffon was almost translucent in the moonlight. Her already fair skin was clearly outlined, even the faint pink rosy tints on her chest were faintly visible. No matter how hard she pulled the incredibly short skirt down, it would immediately ride up with every step, revealing a large expanse of her long, slender, snow-white legs.
"This skirt… how can it be so short…"
She turned around, but froze the moment she saw her back. The back of the nightgown was almost completely bare, secured only by two thin ribbons tied behind her neck. The cool air in the room sent a slight shiver down her spine.
"This fabric is so… thin…" She bit her lower lip, trying to look away from the mirror.
---
However, a voice inside her fluttered with delight—
the pale blue color truly accentuated her fair and translucent skin, revealing the curves of her figure perfectly, and the incredibly short skirt visually lengthened her legs. She couldn't help but look at the mirror again, her fingers lightly touching the cold surface.
This nightgown… unexpectedly suited her perfectly.
—Beautiful, and so perfect.
…Why is it so perfect?
Beneath the hem of her skirt, the edges of lace peeked out, and a small satin ribbon bow was tied at each side of her waist. Curious, she reached out and touched it lightly. The ribbons were soft and smooth, as if they would unravel at the slightest pull.
"It's beautiful… but…"
---
Ningxue looked away and quickly walked to the bed and slipped under the covers.
The warm, soft down comforter instantly enveloped her, and to her surprise, the room was filled with the faint scent of osmanthus, her favorite fragrance. The exquisite crystal ornament on the bedside table, the understated and soft Morandi colors of the sheets… every detail was perfectly tailored to her tastes.
Jiang Yi was truly meticulous.
So meticulous… it was hard to tell if it was reassurance or fear.
---
She closed her eyes wearily, but her thoughts continued to race uncontrollably—
the massage at dinner, the words he whispered in her ear, even knowing her most private bra size…
—Was all of this truly just a simple "butler's duty"?
She gently shook her head, trying to comfort herself.
Perhaps… she was just new here and overthinking things. *
Click*—a
very soft sound, incredibly clear in the quiet of the night.
The bedroom door, which should have been tightly closed, was pushed open.
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Chapter Seven of "False Decree (1v1, High H, Cunning Butler x Heiress)" - Subtle HA tall figure stood silently outside the door, the cool moonlight streaming in from behind, casting a long shadow on the wooden floor.
"Who is it?!"
Shen Ningxue sat bolt upright in bed, her heart leaping into her throat. With her sudden movement, her sheer nightgown rode up. She frantically tried to pull at the hem, but the almost transparent fabric clung even more tightly to her undulating skin.
"Miss, it's me."
A deep voice echoed in the darkness. Jiang Yi strode slowly into the room, and only when he was fully exposed to the moonlight did Ningxue finally see his face clearly.
In that instant, her pupils contracted sharply, and she froze completely.
---
The man before her was indeed the handsome butler with silver-gray eyes, but he was currently wearing a scantily clad, sexy maid outfit.
Her gaze swept almost blankly down her body—the black and white ruffled mini-skirt was shockingly short, a white lace apron cinched at the waist, outlining a sleek silhouette; the heart-shaped cutout at the chest unabashedly revealed his well-defined, muscular pectoral muscles.
Further down, semi-transparent black lace stockings clung tightly to his long, powerful legs, the tops digging deeply into his muscular groin, leaving a noticeable mark. Below his Adam's apple, a black silk bow was neatly tied.
"Jiang…Jiang Yi?!"
The little fantasy and goodwill she had felt for the "gentle butler" during the day was shattered by this outfit.
—Snap! Gone. Her favorability rating instantly dropped to zero. What a pity…
Ningxue raised her hand and tightly covered her eyes.
"
It is indeed somewhat impolite of me to visit so late at night," Jiang Yi said with a slight bow. "But the master's will clearly stipulates that I must perform the daily health care routine for you every night. This is my duty, and I ask for your understanding."
"Daily health care?"
She secretly parted her fingers and glanced at him. "The sentence in Grandpa's will... 'perform necessary measures without permission'... refers to this?"
All the doubts and unease that had been building up inside her now surged into a sense of absurdity.
"Yes, Miss," Jiang Yi said, walking slowly towards the bedside. "The master was worried that you might refuse because of shyness, so he specifically stipulated in the regulations that even if you verbally resist, I must enforce it. All of this is for your physical and mental health."
"Is... is that so..."
—It was clearly written in black and white in the will, and Jiang Yi's expression was so matter-of-fact... Was this health care routine really that strange?
However, as he drew closer, Ningxue realized with a start that her thin nightgown clung tightly to her skin. Under the direct moonlight, the outline of her full breasts was clearly visible, with two faint pink nipples peeking through the pale blue fabric. She quickly raised her arms to protect her chest—a gesture that only squeezed her breasts, making her cleavage appear even deeper.
Jiang Yi's gaze fell heavily on her.
His Adam's apple bobbed heavily, and a slight smile played on his lips, hidden in the shadows.
After a moment, he slowly closed his eyes. His fingertips clenched in his palms, his knuckles turning slightly white. When he opened his eyes again, his silver-gray eyes had regained their usual calm and respect.
Ningxue stared into those unfathomable eyes, her heart skipping a beat.
---
"But…why are you dressed like this?" She looked again at the unsettling outfit and shook her head helplessly.
"Miss once mentioned on social media that she prefers 'gentle yet strong' individuals." Jiang Yi sat down on the bed, the thick mattress sinking as he did so, causing Ningxue's body to involuntarily lean towards him. "I think this 'contrast' might help Miss lower her guard more quickly—a strong body paired with soft attire, so Miss won't find me too threatening."
Jiang Yi looked up, his gaze focused and sincere.
—What kind of ingenious logic is this…
Ningxue was about to retort, but seeing his cold face paired with his clothes, and his serious expression as he spouted nonsense, she was momentarily speechless.
"But you can't just barge into my room and dress like this…"
Before she could finish speaking, his large hands, which had somehow been coated with warm essential oil, covered her calves.
---
"Wait…wait a minute!" Ningxue exclaimed, desperately shrinking back towards the headboard.
"Please look, Miss." Jiang Yi's large hand gripped her ankle like an iron clamp, his slender thumb pressing on the acupoint on the sole of her foot with just the right amount of pressure. "Is it very sore here?"
A strong tingling sensation instantly swept over her, and Ningxue instinctively tried to pull her leg back—but he held her firmly in place, unable to move.
In the struggle, her already short and thin nightgown slipped completely down to her waist, revealing her light blue lace panties, the small bows on both sides of her waist swaying gently with her movements. She could only tightly grip the sheet to protect her chest, letting her calves obediently stretch out in front of him for him to massage.
"Miss, this was really specially arranged for you by the master." His eyes slowly moved up along the lines of her calves, finally landing on her tightly protected chest. "This isn't just for comfort, it's for your physical and mental well-being. I must..." The pressure in his palm had unconsciously increased, "to take good care of you."
"Ah...ha..."
The tense muscles gradually relaxed under his massage, the scent of lavender essential oil slowly spreading with his body heat. As his palm slid to the inside of her thigh, his thumb made light circles, gently massaging the muscles there, the tingling sensation like a tiny electric current running down her thigh.
---
"Miss, don't you like this outfit?" Jiang Yi's voice was a little hoarse.
"I don't like it...it's so weird..." Ningxue rolled her eyes, but her voice softened involuntarily.
--- What is this man thinking? Why does he think I like this muscular Barbie-style maid outfit?
Jiang Yi chuckled softly: "In that case, I'll try to change to other styles later...until I find a style that Miss likes."
"It's not about the style at all!" She shook her head vigorously.
"I understand." Jiang Yi gazed at her, a slight smile playing at the corners of his eyes. "But no matter what, the nightly health routine must be performed as scheduled. This is the most inviolable duty of a personal butler."
"Really...does it have to be done every night?" Ningxue looked at him with some suspicion.
—If it were just a simple aromatherapy massage, it wouldn't seem like much. But for some reason, something felt off.
"Yes, Miss. It must be done every night." His hand stopped on her calf.
"It's my duty, and also...my honor."
---
Ningxue looked at his utterly absurd attire, ultimately succumbing to the alcohol and exhaustion, resignedly turning her face to the other side and closing her eyes.
"Alright...go ahead and massage me, then get out of here quickly..."
The moment he received permission, Jiang Yi's eyes suddenly darkened.
"Thank you for your understanding, Miss. I will definitely... make you completely...
" "...relax.
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Chapter 8 of "False Edict (1v1, High H, Cunning Butler x Heiress)" - Usurpation and High H—She shouldn't have agreed.
The moment she said, "Okay, go ahead and massage," she regretted it.
Shen Ningxue's cheeks flushed crimson, her right hand tightly protecting her chest, her gaze fixed on the exquisite crystal ornament on the bedside table. Jiang Yi's hand was on her inner thigh, slowly massaging it, the tingling sensation making her weak all over. She felt that he was spending more and more time in the same spot, and the massage was gradually moving upwards...
—Was this crossing a line?
But whenever she couldn't help but steal a glance, his expression was incredibly focused, as if he was truly just dutifully performing a professional health care procedure.
---
"Jiang..."
"Miss, your skin is a little dry, let me apply some more essential oil for you."
Before she could refuse, he cut her off. He took out the delicate glass bottle from the pocket of his white apron, unscrewed the cap, and the subtle fragrance of lavender and chamomile slowly filled the air. A few drops of golden essential oil were poured into his palm, his hands rubbed together to warm them, leaving his large palms glistening with oil.
"It's lavender..." Ningxue unconsciously took a deep breath, her tense nerves relaxing slightly in the soft fragrance.
"Do you like this scent?"
"Mmm...it smells very nice..."
The delicate fragrance lingered around her nose, her consciousness gradually becoming hazy, her thoughts seemingly sinking into a half-dream, half-awake mist.
"That's good." He nodded slightly, "Please lie down, I'll massage your back."
---
Turning over is better too.
Ningxue secretly breathed a sigh of relief. The nightgown she was wearing was extremely thin, and lying on her back like this, letting him massage her, was truly agonizing and unsettling.
She carefully lay down, her right hand still instinctively protecting her chest, her left hand tightly clutching the overly short hem of the dress. However, her smooth back was fully revealed in the moonlight, and the curve of her pert buttocks was vaguely outlined through the semi-transparent gauze.
His gaze lingered there for a moment, his Adam's apple bobbing slightly. Then he sat back on the edge of the bed, his warm palm pressing steadily down along her shoulder through the gauze.
"Do you sit for long periods often? Your shoulders and neck are stiff."
"Hmm... When I'm drawing... I always lose track of time..."
Ningxue's heart was pounding. She wanted to pull the blanket over herself, but the corner was pressed under him, and she couldn't move it no matter how hard she tried. She could only grit her teeth and lie there, pretending to be nonchalant.
"
Your back muscles are too tight." Jiang Yi withdrew his hand, moving it upwards along her waist. "You need to massage with essential oils directly to completely relax them."
"Okay..."
"However..." He hooked his fingertips around the thin shoulder strap and pulled it down. "The essential oil won't penetrate through the clothes."
"Wait, wait a minute..."
The thin shoulder strap slid down her shoulder, and the thin gauze was pulled off as well.
"Ah! You... why did you pull it down like that!?"
The nightgown slid down her back to her waist. Ningxue was startled, her arms crossed in front of her chest, hurriedly covering her breasts that were about to spill out.
"Don't be afraid, it's just applying essential oils. The muscles won't relax without this."
"But... do I have to do it this way?"
"Yes, you have to."
"Then... don't do anything... really don't do anything..." She lay back on the bed, but her hands refused to move away from her chest.
"Miss, if you hold on like that, your body will become even more tense."
Jiang
Yi grasped her wrists, slowly pulling her arms apart and guiding them to the pillow.
After settling her in, he placed his palms back on her bare back. The essential oil gradually melted along her skin, his fingertips tracing down her spine, massaging away the tense muscles segment by segment.
"Your skin is so soft..." he murmured softly.
"Did... what did you just say?" Ningxue's eyes were a little dazed, and she turned her head to look at him a beat later.
"Miss, this kind of massage can promote blood circulation and help you relax better." He remained expressionless, his pressure on her hands not lessening at all.
"..."
Ningxue hesitated for a moment, thinking that perhaps she had misheard, and silently buried her face back in the pillow.
---
As her body gradually relaxed, the question that had been weighing on her heart for a long time surfaced.
"Um... Jiang Yi." She looked up at him, "Actually, I've been wanting to ask you all day, why did Grandpa specifically ask you to take care of me? We've never even met... He didn't want to contact me when he was alive, but why did he leave all his inheritance to me before he died?"
His hand hovered in mid-air.
"Master had his reasons for doing it that way." He lowered his eyes to meet her gaze. "But at least one thing I can assure you is that Master has never forgotten you." "
Really? But why... why do you always keep your distance from me..." She lowered her head, her fingers secretly clenching the sheets beneath her.
"Don't rush." His palm returned to her back, gently massaging it. "I'll tell you about Master's affairs slowly."
Ningxue was silent for a moment before her tense fingers relaxed.
--Grandpa... has he always cared about me? It's not that he doesn't care, but he has to keep his distance... But what exactly is his reason?
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"Then... what about the 30 million penalty mentioned in the will?"
"About that," Jiang Yi's large hand slid to her waist, "it's just a safeguard Master set up because he was worried you might impulsively dismiss me."
"Ah? I wouldn't...!" She stopped abruptly halfway through her sentence.
"If...if it really is...
it doesn't seem impossible...
" "I know you won't." A smile spread across his eyes, "but the master prefers that the decision...remain with me."
Ningxue pursed her lips, shifting her gaze away guiltily. A moment later, she felt the area on her waist where he was massaging growing hotter, a faint heat gathering deep within her lower abdomen.
"Um...Jiang Yi." She buried her face in the pillow, "Alright, it's really late. Thank you, you can go now."
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The room fell silent.
"Are you really relaxed?"
"Really...really relaxed..."
She had barely finished speaking when the hand on her waist slid down. Through her chiffon nightgown, his thick palm suddenly tightened, much more forcefully than before. Ningxue groaned softly in pain, instinctively trying to pull away, but his other hand firmly pressed her back onto the bed.
Immediately afterward, the already short nightgown was pushed up to her waist, and burning palms covered her round, pert buttocks, his fingers sinking deep into that softness, kneading it heavily with each stroke.
"Jiang...Jiang Yi!?"
"Miss..." His voice was terribly hoarse, but his palms remained firmly on her buttocks, "There are still some places that haven't relaxed.
"
The mattress sank heavily. A strong, warm body pressed down on her from behind, enveloping her completely.
"Ah!"
She instinctively tried to sit up and turn around, but Jiang Yi pressed her back down onto the bed. His tall frame trapped her in his arms, pressing her down onto the soft mattress.
"Jiang Yi...you're too close...get up..." Ningxue reached out and pushed his arm, but he didn't budge.
He didn't move away; instead, he closed his eyes, burying his face deep in her hair, greedily inhaling the faint scent of osmanthus, a low, almost satisfied moan escaping his throat.
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A moment later, he sat up, his fingertips resting on her bare back.
"Miss, you seem to be in a bad mood today." His palm, still warm from the essential oil, lingered on her lower back, gently tracing circles. "Is something on your mind?"
She hesitated.
---Could she tell him something like this?
Everything her grandfather left behind had come too suddenly. She had no desire to touch the complicated company equity and management. Moreover, they'd even left her with a living, breathing person. If it weren't for her aunt's situation—
"I don't want to tell you."
His movements paused, his hand stopping on her back.
"You… barged into my room late at night, dressed like this—"
She lowered her eyes, "Jiang Yi, I can live alone. One day I'll leave, you don't need to stay forever."
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Silence fell over the room, broken only by the regular ticking of the antique clock in the corner.
"Heh…"
The low chuckle was extremely soft, lacking any respect.
Ningxue's heart tightened inexplicably.
It felt as if something cold had gently brushed against her back, sending a slight chill down her spine.
"Jiang... Jiang Yi?"
"Miss wants to leave?" He leaned down, a dark light swirling in his eyes. "Indeed, that's your freedom."
"If you don't want to talk about it, that's fine too." His tone softened, and the pressure in his palm eased. "However... I can't betray Master's instructions."
"Master's arrangements are always well-thought-out. He hopes you inherit not only wealth, but also someone who can absolutely protect you."
"Things you're not good at, things you don't want to face—leave them to me." He leaned closer, his hot breath on her ear. "You don't need to know what you want."
"It's enough that I know for you."
---
Before she could even grasp the meaning behind those words, he had already placed his hands on her shoulders, pressed them against her waist, and turned her over, letting her slender back rest on the bed.
The moonlight outlined his cold, handsome features. He straddled her thighs, trapping her beneath him.
"Jiang...Jiang Yi?" Ningxue clutched her chest tightly with both hands, staring at him. "What...what are you doing?"
He pried her fingers off one by one, pressing them back onto the bed.
"Miss, don't cover up."
"This is part of the massage."
"Wh...what kind of massage is this..."
---
Jiang Yi seemed not to hear her question.
His broad palms, still warm from the essential oil, lifted her full breasts from below, kneading them firmly. As his fingers closed, soft, snow-white flesh spilled out from between them. His thumb moved up along the rounded curve, landing on the erect, pink nipple, and flicked it gently—
instantly, a tingling sensation spread from her spine, Ningxue gasped, her waist arching uncontrollably.
"Wait...is this part of the normal massage range?" Ningxue gripped his wrist tightly, wanting to stop him, but her hands were too weak to muster any strength.
He looked down at her, his breathing growing heavy. Through the thin fabric, that burning heat pressed tightly against her lower abdomen, rubbing against her with each rise and fall of her body.
"Of course, Miss."
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Jiang Yi leaned down, his chest pressed against hers. His thumb and forefinger pinched her erect nipple, gently but deliberately pulling and kneading it.
Ningxue bit her lower lip, her eyes welling with tears. The absurd clause in the will flashed through her mind—without permission… routine health care…
"Jiang… Jiang Yi…" She looked up, meeting those deep eyes, "I… about the will… I have something to say."
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