Beast-World Matchmaking Bureau: The Snow Leopard Judge Loses Control Every Night - Chapter 2

Chapter 2

Yan Zhaoming was the first to step forward.

The Red Fox Young Master was a master of performance.

He walked onto the platform with unhurried steps, his robe sweeping across the ground. Even his smile carried a perfectly measured touch of heartache.

“Guiyi.”

“You have suffered.”

As soon as he spoke, many Females below the stage grew misty-eyed.

After all, everyone in the Royal City knew that back when Feng Guiyi was at the height of her glory, Yan Zhaoming had practically spent every day chasing after her with moonfruits and flameflowers. He had promised that once she turned eighteen, he would marry her and bring her back to Red Wolf City with the grandest of ceremonies.

Now that she had fallen from grace, he was the first to stand up for her.

How devoted.

Feng Guiyi, however, only felt disgusted.

She watched the string of numbers flickering above his head, her smile never wavering.

Yan Zhaoming stood before her and reached out to touch her face, but the rattle of her chains made him stop just short.

He sighed, his voice kept very low as if he were intentionally speaking only to her.

“Don’t be afraid.”

“If you are willing to come with me, I will settle today’s case for you.”

“I won’t let anyone bully you ever again.”

Feng Guiyi looked up at him.

“Really?”

Her voice was naturally clear, and as she intentionally softened it, the ending note brushed against his heart like a feather.

Yan Zhaoming’s eyes darkened slightly, and his Adam’s apple bobbed.

“Of course.”

“It was my fault for not protecting you before.”

“This time, I will protect you with my life.”

[Betrayal Rate: 91 → 96]

[Current Thought: Coax her away first, then send her to the Western Ridge within three days to exchange for a medicine vein.]

Feng Guiyi nearly laughed out loud.

Protect her with his life?

This man had already decided which carriage she would die in.

She blinked and suddenly asked softly, “Since you love me so much, do you know what scent I hate the most?”

Yan Zhaoming was stunned.

He clearly hadn’t expected her to ask such a thing at a time like this.

“Guiyi likes the fragrance of snow leaves. Every time I saw you in the past, I brought-”

“Wrong.”

Feng Guiyi interrupted him. The smile remained on her lips, but the depths of her eyes were chillingly cold.

“What I hate most is the scent of Western Ridge Wolf Medicine.”

Someone in the crowd frowned.

Yan Zhaoming’s expression also shifted slightly.

Feng Guiyi continued, “Because that scent is exactly the same as the one coming from your sleeve.”

“Yan Zhaoming, have you forgotten? I spent three years at the Marriage Office.”

“Western Ridge Wolf Medicine is specifically used to suppress resistance from a Female during heat, and it’s often used as a pretreatment before long-distance transport.”

“Did you bring that onto the stage today to save me, or to confirm if I’m worth a good price?”

The crowd erupted into an uproar.

The mask of devotion on Yan Zhaoming’s face finally cracked for a split second.

“Guiyi, you misunderstand. I was passing by a pharmacy a few days ago and…”

“Then open your sleeve pocket.”

Feng Guiyi raised her voice. “Open it in front of everyone.”

The area around the high platform fell so silent that only the crackling of the flames could be heard.

Yan Zhaoming didn’t move.

Feng Guiyi looked at him, suddenly feeling that the original owner of this body was truly, pitifully foolish.

This was the man who had once held her under the moonlight, whispering in her ear that he only wanted to smell her scent and wouldn’t spare a glance for any other Female, no matter how beautiful.

Now, he didn’t even dare to open his sleeve pocket in public.

“Young Master Yan.”

She let out a slow smile, her voice both alluring and cold.

“You don’t dare to do it because you’re afraid they’ll see that inside, there isn’t just wolf medicine, but also a Western Ridge Transfer Contract?”

At that, the crowd completely exploded.

Zhong Sijin finally looked up.

Those eyes, which had been as cold and stagnant as still water, landed squarely on her face for the first time.

They were like the edge of a blade, and like a flying spark.