Chapter 283: The Secret in the Night! A Misunderstood Massage!
A delicious, soul-satisfying dinner concluded with laughter and the clinking of fine china.
Yang Luoluo was initially enthusiastic about clearing the table and washing dishes, eager to prove that she wasn't a freeloading disciple. She rolled up her sleeves, ready to battle the grease. However, Shen Anyu simply smiled and waved his hand elegantly.
"Leave it."
As if by magic, a team of silent, efficient nannies emerged from the shadows. They swarmed the dining area, clearing the plates with professional grace.
After all, Shen Anyu employed hundreds of staff—Michelin-star sous-chefs, housekeepers, gardeners, and security personnel. They weren't just decorations to fill the massive estate. Cooking occasionally was a hobby for Shen Anyu's mood, a way to relax, but cleaning up grease and food scraps was definitely not part of the Young Master's lifestyle.
"Go rest," Shen Anyu said, his voice gentle. He patted Ruan Lingshan's head affectionately. "I'll go check some documents in the study. Come to me later."
"Yes, Master," Ruan Lingshan replied, her face flushing a delightful shade of pink.
After dinner, Shen Anyu returned to the master bedroom wing, his figure disappearing down the long, carpeted corridor. Ruan Lingshan followed him with small, obedient steps, looking like a little tail.
Yang Luoluo returned to her designated luxury guest room. It was a spacious suite decorated in warm pastel tones, perfect for a young girl.
She threw herself onto the plush, king-sized bed, bouncing slightly. She patted her round little belly, still savoring the lingering aftertaste of the [Pagoda Pork] on her tongue.
"It was so good... I really ate too much," she murmured happily.
She picked up her phone and initiated a video call with her family.
"Grandpa! Don't worry! Luo Luo is doing great here with Master Brother!"
"You definitely won't believe it! Master Brother, with his status as the Shen Family heir, actually cooks! And his culinary skills are amazing, even better than our family's Master chefs! It had soul, Grandpa! Soul!"
"The Pagoda Pork and Stir-fried Shrimp I just had were so delicious I almost swallowed my tongue! I think I gained three pounds in one meal!"
After finishing the call with her grandfather—who was relieved but also slightly confused by her enthusiasm—Yang Luoluo thought for a moment. Her finger hovered over a contact name: Second Senior Sister.
"I should tell Senior Sister too. She worries a lot."
She dialed the number.
"What?!"
A high-pitched shriek exploded from the phone speaker, nearly piercing Yang Luoluo's eardrums.
"Luo Luo! You apprenticed yourself to Shen Anyu?? Are you crazy?!"
On the screen, Liu Ruyan appeared. She was clearly at home, in her private boudoir. She was wearing a loose, translucent silk bathrobe that slipped off one shoulder, revealing creamy white skin and the deep valley of her collarbone. Her hair was wet and messy, giving her the languid, alluring look of a Persian cat that had just bathed.
But hearing Yang Luoluo's news, the lazy cat transformed into a tigress whose tail had been stepped on. Her beautiful, fox-like eyes were wide with shock and horror.
"No! Luo Luo, you absolutely must not be with that scoundrel Shen Anyu! It's too dangerous! Absolutely not! He is a wolf in sheep's clothing! A demon in human skin!"
Yang Luoluo was startled. She blinked, puzzled by the vehemence in her sister's voice.
"Second Senior Sister, how can you say that? Master Brother is very nice! He is a gentleman! He helped me break through to [Martial Arts Grandmaster] in just one afternoon! And he even personally cooked to entertain me just now! He's so good to me, you're not allowed to badmouth him!"
At this, Yang Luoluo puffed up her cheeks like a chipmunk and glared at the screen through her phone.
Liu Ruyan slapped her forehead with her slender hand, feeling a migraine building up behind her eyes.
"My silly Luo Luo... you are too naive. You don't know men, and you certainly don't know him. Second Senior Sister wouldn't harm you. Shen Anyu really isn't a good person! He... he is a pervert! A bully! It's too dangerous for you to be alone with him in that wolf's den!"
Yang Luoluo huffed. "Second Senior Sister, you keep saying Master Brother isn't a good person, then you have to explain why. Did he bully you? Did he beat you? Or did he steal your money?"
Hearing this, Liu Ruyan's cheeks flushed crimson. The memory of being spanked by Shen Anyu in the Jiangjing Manor flashed through her mind—the shame, the pain, the strange, lingering heat on her backside, and the humiliating words he had whispered.
How could she explain that to her innocent Junior Sister? That the "Master Brother" she admired had treated her Senior Sister like a naughty child?
"In short... in short, Luo Luo, just trust me! Shen Anyu is a bad guy! Taking you as his disciple definitely has ulterior motives! He probably wants your body! He collects women like stamps!"
Seeing Yang Luoluo shake her head in disbelief and look at her like she was being unreasonable, Liu Ruyan felt exhausted and desperate.
"Fine! You won't listen! You're at Shen Anyu's Jiangjing Manor now, right? I'll come over right now and take you away! Lest that scoundrel harms you and you end up thanking him for it while counting the money he sold you for!"
Click.
Liu Ruyan hung up the phone directly, rushing to her closet to change into her night-ops gear.
Yang Luoluo stared at the black screen, distressed.
"Second Senior Sister is too stubborn. How could Master Brother be a bad person? He has such gentle eyes."
"But... Second Senior Sister is coming over. Should I notify Master Brother? Yes, I should notify him! It's polite! I can't let her just barge in."
Thinking this, Yang Luoluo jumped off the bed and ran out of her room, heading down the long hallway towards the master bedroom wing where she had seen Shen Anyu go.
The manor was quiet at night. The soft carpet absorbed her footsteps.
She reached the heavy double doors of the master bedroom. They were slightly ajar, leaving a small crack.
Yang Luoluo raised her hand to knock.
"Master Brother? Are you awake? Sister Lingshan?"
She was about to voice her presence when a sound stopped her cold.
"Mmm... Master... right there... ah..."
It was Ruan Lingshan's voice.
But it wasn't her usual sweet, polite tone. It was soft, trembling, and filled with a strange, thick emotion that sounded like a mix of pain and overwhelming pleasure. It was a sound Yang Luoluo had never heard before, yet instinctively understood on a primal level.
Yang Luoluo froze. Her hand hovered in the air. Curiosity, that fatal cat, got the better of her.
She leaned forward and peeked through the crack.
The room inside was dimly lit by warm bedside lamps, casting long, dancing shadows on the walls.
She saw Ruan Lingshan kneeling on the thick Persian carpet. Her maid uniform was slightly disheveled. Her head was buried in Shen Anyu's lap.
Shen Anyu was sitting on the edge of the bed, his back straight, looking like a king on his throne. His hand was tangled in Ruan Lingshan's hair, guiding her movements.
"Good girl," Shen Anyu's voice floated out, low and husky, dripping with dominance.
The atmosphere in the room was thick and heavy, saturated with the scent of pheromones and intimacy. It was a private world that no outsider should witness.
"Ah!"
Yang Luoluo's face turned scarlet instantly. Her heart hammered against her ribs like a trapped bird.
She covered her mouth with both hands to stifle a gasp, her eyes wide with shock.
She darted back down the hallway like a frightened rabbit, her face burning as if she had a fever.
Back in her guest room, she slammed the door shut and dove into her bed, burying herself under the quilt.
Long, long after, she still tossed and turned.
Yang Luoluo, who had always been carefree and slept like a log after training, uncharacteristically suffered from severe insomnia.
In her mind, it was all that fleeting glimpse. The sounds. The shadows. The submission of Ruan Lingshan. The dominance of Shen Anyu.
"Could it be... could it be as Second Senior Sister said? Master Brother really is... a playboy? A wolf?"
"No, no, no! Sister Lingshan is his maid! In ancient times, it was normal for maids to serve their masters in all aspects! This is... this is very normal! Not strange at all!"
"But... why did my heart beat so fast? Why did I feel..."
She touched her own face. It was hot. Her body felt strange—restless, achy, and sensitive.
"I can't... I can't keep thinking about it! Sleep, Luo Luo! Sleep! You still have morning exercises tomorrow!"
She pulled the pillow over her face, forcing herself to shut down her brain.
However, the high-intensity training during the day began to take its toll. As the adrenaline of the breakthrough faded, the side effects kicked in.
Yang Luoluo felt uncomfortable. Her muscles were strained and aching, her meridians throbbed with a dull pain, and her body felt heavy as lead. Coupled with the mental stimulation she had just received, she simply couldn't fall asleep.
Thump! Thump! Thump!
Just then, a soft, rhythmic knock came from her door.
Followed by a low, magnetic voice that Yang Luoluo dared not hear at that moment.
"Luo Luo? It's me. Open the door."
Yang Luoluo instantly froze like a quail, holding her breath under the covers.
It was so late. Past midnight. The witching hour.
And Master Brother was here. Knocking on her bedroom door.
Could it really be... as Second Senior Sister said? Was he here to... "eat" her like he was "eating" Sister Lingshan?
"Luo Luo? Are you asleep?"
But Yang Luoluo still felt that Master Brother wouldn't be like that. He had such kind eyes! He cooked for her!
She mustered her courage, smoothed her pajamas (checking to make sure they weren't too revealing), and opened the door a crack.
What met her eyes was Shen Anyu's handsome face.
He was still dressed in his white shirt and trousers, looking fresh and elegant, not like a beast at all. He held a small jade jar in his hand. He wore his familiar, gentle, and kind smile.
This put Yang Luoluo much at ease. He didn't look like a wolf.
"Master Brother? Is... is something wrong?"
Looking at Yang Luoluo, who was blushing furiously and somewhat hesitant to look him in the eye, Shen Anyu smiled inwardly. He knew exactly what she had seen earlier; he had left the door ajar on purpose to plant the seed.
"I forgot to mention something," Shen Anyu said softly, stepping into the room without waiting for an invitation.
"Although you successfully broke through to [Martial Arts Grandmaster] today, the high-intensity training has a price. I can sense your aura is unstable."
"Your muscles are severely strained from the sudden exertion, and your Meridians are slightly damaged from the violent influx of [True Essence]. Do you feel a dull ache in your lower back and shoulders?"
Yang Luoluo blinked. "Yes! Exactly there!"
Shen Anyu nodded gravely.
"While it's not a big issue now, if left untreated overnight, these minor problems will accumulate. It causes hidden injuries that act like silt in a river, blocking your future progress."
He lifted the jade jar. It emitted a faint, cool herbal scent.
"I have a family secret technique—the [Dragon-Tiger Bone Setting Massage]—combined with a special medicinal ointment I refined myself. It can resolve these minor hidden injuries, clear the silt, and consolidate your foundation. It will be very beneficial for you."
Hearing that it concerned martial arts and her future, Yang Luoluo's expression immediately became serious. The blush faded slightly, replaced by the determination of a martial artist.
Looking at Master Brother, who had come late at night just to care for her health, she instantly felt a wave of self-reproach.
"Oh, Yang Luoluo! You dirty-minded girl! What are you thinking?"
"Master Brother is so good to you! He cares about your cultivation! He even made medicine for you! How could he have ulterior motives? It's all Second Senior Sister's fault for putting bad thoughts in your head! Don't overthink it!"
The cute girl, full of guilt and self-reproach, opened the door wide.
"Please come in, Master Brother! Thank you for caring about me! I... I misunderstood you!"
She did not notice the subtle, victorious curve at the corner of Shen Anyu's mouth as he walked past her.
[Ding! Detected Destined Heroine Yang Luoluo's favorability +5. Reward: Plundered +15,000 Destiny Value!]
[Ding! Destined Heroine Yang Luoluo's favorability greatly increased due to guilt and self-reproach. Reward: Plundered +6,666 Destiny Value!]
"Lie down on the bed," Shen Anyu commanded softly. "Face down. Lift your shirt slightly so I can access the acupoints on your back."
Yang Luoluo obeyed obediently. She lay on her stomach, her face buried in the pillow. She hesitated for a moment, then pulled her pajama top up, revealing her smooth, white back that shone like porcelain under the lamplight.
Shen Anyu sat on the edge of the bed. He dipped his fingers into the ointment.
It was cool.
But when his fingers touched her skin, it felt like fire.
"Relax," Shen Anyu whispered.
His hands began to move. His fingers were strong and masterful. He pressed into the knotted muscles of her shoulders, finding the tension points with supernatural accuracy.
"Ah!" Yang Luoluo gasped into the pillow. "It hurts... but... it feels good..."
The [Dragon-Tiger Bone Setting Massage] was not a gentle spa treatment. It was deep tissue work infused with [True Qi]. It broke down lactic acid and realigned micro-fractures.
But under Shen Anyu's control, it became an instrument of sensory overload.
He moved down her spine, his thumbs tracing the line of her vertebrae. The friction generated heat. The ointment began to tingle.
"Mmm..." Yang Luoluo bit her lip, trying to suppress the sounds that wanted to escape. Her body trembled involuntarily under his touch. It was a strange mix of pain, relief, and a rising, unfamiliar pleasure.
"Is this pressure okay?" Shen Anyu asked, leaning close to her ear.
"Yes... Master Brother... deeper..."
Wait, those were the same words Ruan Lingshan had used! Yang Luoluo's face turned red again, but she couldn't tell him to stop. Her body was melting into the mattress.
...
Meanwhile, outside the manor.
A shadow flitted over the high walls, avoiding the cameras with practiced ease.
"I can't run into Shen Anyu directly... otherwise I'll definitely be taken advantage of by that bastard again. I need to quickly find Luo Luo and leave!"
Liu Ruyan had infiltrated the Jiangjing Manor. She was dressed in a tight black night-suit that highlighted her explosive curves, looking like a deadly kunoichi.
But she, who thought herself clever, didn't know that she was dancing in the palm of Buddha.
Shen Anyu had already discovered her via the [System Map]. Aunt Xiao and the other hidden Grandmasters had also locked onto her aura the moment she stepped on the grass.
If it weren't for Shen Anyu's telepathic instructions—"Let her in. It's part of the play"—the heavily guarded protectors would have already apprehended her or shot her down with tranquilizers.
Soon, Liu Ruyan found the guest room wing where Yang Luoluo's aura was located. She climbed up the drainpipe like a gecko, agile and silent, and peered through the balcony window.
However, a glance through the glass almost made her fall off the balcony in shock.
Inside the room, the lights were warm and dim.
Yang Luoluo was lying on the bed, her clothes disheveled, revealing her back and waist. Shen Anyu was sitting beside her, his hands on her skin.
From the outside, without hearing the medical context, it looked incredibly ambiguous.
Shen Anyu's hands were on Yang Luoluo's lower back, moving rhythmically. Yang Luoluo's face was flushed, her eyes half-closed, her mouth open in a silent cry, biting her lip as if suppressing... intense sensation.
"Ah... Master Brother... lighter... no, harder... it hurts... but it feels so good..."
The sound was faint, muffled by the glass, but Liu Ruyan, a [Grandmaster Peak], heard it clearly.
"What?!"
Liu Ruyan was stunned! Her brain short-circuited.
"They... they are actually... doing that?!"
"In the middle of the night?! And Luo Luo is enjoying it?!"
"Shen Anyu! You beast! You didn't even spare my Junior Sister!"
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