HRPM – Chapter 40 A Tragic Date (3)

Xiao Che waited in the reception hall, growing increasingly impatient. That damn Jin Luoluo—she made him wait every single time. She simply didn’t know what was good for her.

He leaned against a silver-red square cushion, his exquisite dark eyes slowly narrowing into a thin line, revealing only a sliver of cold light.

Like lightning cutting across a dark night sky—sharp and ruthless in the gloom.

It seemed that woman still hadn’t learned to fear his torment. Over the past few days, he had deliberately made things difficult for her, making her suffer to the fullest.

He had even nearly drowned her in the river before pulling her out.

Even at that moment, when she was utterly weak and helpless, tears streaming endlessly—

That trace of stubbornness he hated in her eyes had never once yielded.

Thinking of her extreme defiance, the urge to destroy her will grew even stronger within him.

Never had a woman dared to lift her head and look straight at him without fear.

And every time, the emotion in her eyes wasn’t reverence—but pity, as if he were some pitiful, unwanted stray dog.

He hated that look.

He would not allow anyone to look down on him or question him.

All he needed was for everyone to submit at his feet, trembling in fear.

And he would make her submit completely as well.

“Who told you to wear clothes like that?” Xiao Che roared at the finally arrived Jin Luoluo.

“Roar, roar, roar—if you love shouting so much, go be a night watchman. It suits your unpredictable temper perfectly,” Jin Luoluo shot back without hesitation.

Jin Luoluo wore a layered gauze skirt, intricate and elegant. On top, she had a light green bandeau, cinched at the waist with a red-and-green embroidered cloud-patterned belt, and over it a willow-colored, wide-sleeved outer robe with scattered cherry blossom designs.

Elegant and fresh, light yet faintly luxurious.

It was a newly made fashionable Tang-style outfit from Xiangluo Workshop.

Jin Luoluo was planning to hold a fashion show this month to grandly introduce the splendid attire of Tang dynasty ladies.

She intended to wear it out in public, attracting women’s attention and building anticipation for the new designs.

“Go change it immediately.”

Xiao Che’s expression darkened as he stared at the light green bandeau.

It clung to her graceful figure, exuding endless charm.

Damn it—she actually dared to dress like this and go out. Was she trying to seduce other men?