Gentle as Silk - Chapter 2

Chapter 2

I stood in the Young Master’s study, wishing I could bash my head against the desk and die on the spot.

Last night, after drinking too much, I had actually tried to seduce the Sixth Young Master right in front of the Young Master!

The Young Master had always despised maidservants in the household who tried to climb into their masters’ beds.

If he reported this to the Marquise, the sky would come crashing down.

Not only would I be thrown out,

my sister would be too ashamed to show her face, and might even be divorced.

After I sobered up, I was terrified, and immediately snuck over to beg the Young Master for mercy.

Unfortunately, he was not there. It was his kindhearted young attendant who let me in to wait.

Then voices sounded outside the door, and I jumped in fright.

In my panic, I had no time to think before I ducked under the desk.

After the Young Master sat down, he lifted a cup and drank his tea.

I heard the Sixth Young Master say, “Eldest Aunt intends to arrange a marriage for you. From the looks of it, you’ll be married by next year.”

His tone carried a faint hint of taking pleasure in another’s misfortune.

I tried my best to curl myself into a ball, but when the Young Master stretched out his leg, he still kicked me.

I could only poke out half my head and give him an awkward smile.

The Young Master’s gaze met mine. His hand trembled, and half a cup of tea spilled onto his lap.

Trying to curry favor, I took out my handkerchief and helped him wipe it off.

I looked at him pleadingly.

Please, Young Master. Whatever you do, don’t expose me.

Otherwise, if word gets out, the Marquise will have me dragged out and beaten to death.

It was the height of summer, and the Young Master’s undertrousers were thin.

Afraid the tea might scald him, I wiped even more diligently.

The Young Master suddenly seized my wrist, his entire body going taut.

I was so clumsy. I must have hurt him.

In my panic, I burst into tears.

My tears dripped onto the back of the Young Master’s hand, but he reacted as though he had been burned. The veins on the back of his hand bulged.

The Young Master must have been furious at my clumsiness. His expression grew even calmer.

The Sixth Young Master was still speaking. “I heard Eldest Aunt plans to send Pei Rou away. No wonder she was so desperate last night that she latched onto the first person she could. I…”

The Young Master cut him off. “We will discuss this later. Go back for now.”

The Sixth Young Master muttered a couple of complaints. “Out of nowhere, your face looks that awful. And that old bastard Wang Song, too-he actually put Soft Fragrance Powder in your tea. You won’t even call a doctor to take a look, just insisting on enduring it.”

The Sixth Young Master suddenly fell silent. The Young Master had probably glared at him.

Then I heard the door close.

I crawled out from beneath the desk.

Only to accidentally bump into the Young Master’s crotch.

He yanked me up in one swift motion, and I was so frightened that I wrapped my arms around his neck.

Uh… Why was the Young Master so hard there?

It had knocked my forehead sore.

The Young Master calmly pushed me away.

At a complete loss, I said, “Young Master, I lost my senses last night. Please, just pretend you saw nothing, all right?”

He did not say yes, nor did he say no.

He merely opened a book and looked at it in silence.

I was frantic.

Outside, his attendant reported, “Master, I heard Madam summoned the Third Young Madam early this morning. From what they were saying, she wants her to send Second Miss Pei away today.”

The moment I heard that, I grew even more anxious.

My sister would definitely refuse. If she ended up arguing with the Marquise, what would happen then?

I thought of what the Sixth Young Master had said-that the Young Master had been drugged with some Soft Fragrance Powder.

And just now, when I had touched him there…

He had been hard as iron.

I stole a glance at the Young Master and saw that although his expression was calm,

beneath his clothing, that place was very clearly still standing at attention.

Even the corners of his eyes were tinged faintly red.

The veins on the back of his hand were bulging. He was obviously forcing himself to endure it.

My eyes darted around, and a wicked idea came to me.

The Young Master was about to discuss marriage. There was no way he would let a scandalous affair get out.

If I forcibly took advantage of him now, wouldn’t I have leverage over him?

In for a penny, in for a pound!

I gritted my teeth, threw myself at him, and kissed the Young Master on the lips!