Beast-World Matchmaking Bureau: The Snow Leopard Judge Loses Control Every Night - Chapter 3

Chapter 3

In the end, Yan Zhaoming was forced to open his sleeve pocket.

It was because Zhong Sijin had finally spoken.

“Search him.”

A single word.

Yet it felt like a death sentence for the performance Yan Zhaoming had been putting on.

The Black Armor Guards standing behind the Judge stepped forward. From Yan Zhaoming’s sleeve, they pulled out a small, sealed tube of medicinal liquid and a Transfer Contract stamped with the seal of West Ridge Wolf City.

The contract was written in plain language.

Feng Guiyi was to be delivered in three days in exchange for thirty percent of the Northern Front Military Medicine Quota for Red Wolf City.

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, Yan Zhaoming’s face-usually so captivating-turned as pale as a corpse.

“It wasn’t me!”

“This is a frame-up!”

Curses and insults erupted from the audience.

Even the tribal chiefs who had originally favored Red Wolf City darkened their expressions. Trading a Female who was currently undergoing a public marriage review was a line that could not be crossed, no matter the circumstances.

Moreover, he had just been acting with such heartfelt sincerity.

Feng Guiyi looked at Yan Zhaoming, but she felt no satisfaction. Instead, she felt a belated chill.

Had the original owner of this body looked at him the same way before she died?

Knowing this man was full of lies, yet never having the chance to expose him.

Yan Zhaoming suddenly grew desperate, actually trying to lunge forward to grab her wrist.

“Guiyi, believe me, I can explain…”

In the next second, a hand clad in a black glove blocked the space between them.

The knuckles were well-defined, the veins stark against cold, pale skin.

Zhong Sijin had stopped him.

The Snow Leopard Judge stood extremely close. The cold fragrance on him overpowered all the chaotic scents in the air, like fresh snow falling onto glowing charcoal.

“Step back.”

Yan Zhaoming’s expression was hideous. “Judge Zhong, this is between her and me.”

“It isn’t anymore.”

Zhong Sijin’s voice was so steady it bordered on cruel. “You are suspected of illegally trafficking a Female under review. This has been entered into the Royal Court records.”

“From this moment on, you don’t even have the right to touch the hem of her clothes.”

The crowd fell silent for a moment.

Feng Guiyi was also somewhat dazed.

Zhong Sijin’s words sounded like official business, but they carried an inexplicable weight-as if he had forcibly plucked her from a pile of filthy hands and shielded her behind his own back.

As Yan Zhaoming was dragged away, he kept looking back at her, his eyes showing resentment and spite for the first time.

Feng Guiyi ignored him.

She simply looked up at the space above Zhong Sijin’s head.

[Emotion Suppression Value: 97 → 90]

[Desire Fluctuation continuing to rise]

[Current Thought: I want to take those shackles off her.]

Her breath hitched.

This man looked like an iceberg on the surface, but his inner thoughts weren’t cold at all.

Sensing her gaze, Zhong Sijin looked down at her.

They were so close that Feng Guiyi could see the shadow cast by his eyelashes and smell the faint scent of cedar on his collar.

It was a crisp, clean scent-unlike the barbaric, aggressive musk of other Males-yet it somehow made one’s legs feel even weaker.

Feng Guiyi’s heart skipped a beat, but she didn’t let it show. She simply curved her lips into a soft smile.

“Thank you, Judge.”

Zhong Sijin watched her for a long while before saying, “Don’t smile.”

“What?”

“When you smile like that, it doesn’t look like a thank you.”

His voice was low and cold. His gaze lingered on her lips for a split second before he forced himself to look away.

“It looks more like you’re intentionally trying to seduce me.”

The audience was too far away to hear him.

But Feng Guiyi heard him perfectly.

Her ears flushed hot. She was nearly choked up by his incredibly blunt statement.

Wasn’t this man… famous for being an ascetic, cold authority figure?

Why was it that when he spoke, it felt like the tip of a blade flicking against her softest spot?

Just as she was about to retort, the Priest at the head of the assembly said in a heavy voice, “The evidence from the first party is invalid. Second party, step forward.”

Ning Tingyuan stepped out slowly.

He wore a white-feathered official uniform, his features elegant and refined. He looked exactly like the kind of man who would drape a cloak over someone on a snowy night and say, “Don’t be afraid, I’m here.”

Over the past three days, he was the one who had repeatedly brought her water, delivered messages, and even secretly had medicine sent to her in the dungeon.

If the original owner of this body were still alive, she likely would have seen him as her only lifeline.

But the moment Feng Guiyi saw his numerical values, she just wanted to laugh.

Hypocrites were often more disgusting than rabid dogs.