Forced to Marry Mr. Billionaire
Chapter 135: The Young Master Has Many Merits

Chapter 135: Chapter 135: The Young Master Has Many Merits

Her refusal to engage made him furious, left him frustrated, and made his actions increasingly rough and intense.

This was a battle for control: he to conquer, she to resist. Everyone wanted to win, no one could afford to lose.

The cost of losing was too great for anyone to pay...

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A night of turmoil had exhausted An Ruo, and by the time she woke up, it was already noon.

There were many clothes in the wardrobe, all prepared for her by Tang Yuchen’s servants.

Despite their notable brand value, to her, they were no different from ordinary clothes.

Picking a T-shirt and a pair of pants at random, An Ruo opened the door and went downstairs.

When Uncle Tao saw her coming down, he kindly went forward to console her, "Young Lady, just write down one good thing about the young master today. Don’t be too hard on yourself, be careful not to starve yourself."

In reality, An Ruo didn’t like any of the servants in the villa because they were all Tang Yuchen’s.

Yet, she knew Uncle Tao truly cared about her.

She gratefully smiled at him, "Uncle Tao, thank you for your kindness. Where are the notebook and pen?"

Thinking she agreed to write about the young master’s merits, Uncle Tao hastily handed her the items.

"Young Lady, what would you like to eat later? I’ll have someone make it for you. Don’t be shy, tell us everything you want to eat."

While listening to Uncle Tao’s laughter, An Ruo wrote down a line in the notebook.

After finishing, she closed the notebook and handed it to Uncle Tao, "I’m going to cook now."

"Young Lady, you don’t need to cook yourself; I can order someone to do it..."

"Uncle Tao, have you forgotten what Tang Yuchen said? He mentioned that no one is allowed to serve me."

Uncle Tao had no choice but to let her go. However, he still wanted to see what she had written. The young master had instructed him that morning to check after the Young Lady finished writing to see whether she wrote down merits or faults.

Opening the notebook to the second page, a line of text boldly stood out.

Tang Yuchen’s second fault: Bad breath, nasty mouth!

Uncle Tao felt that he was indeed getting old and continuing working like this would certainly shorten his life. Perhaps he should consider retiring early or ask the young master for a raise.

An Ruo quietly prepared food in the kitchen. After a long hesitation, Uncle Tao entered and gently said to her, "Young Lady, why do you still write about the young master’s faults? Actually, the young master has many merits, such as being handsome, well-educated, accomplished, wealthy, intelligent, the young master..."

"Uncle Tao, could you taste this dish and see if it’s too salty or too bland?" An Ruo suddenly handed him a pair of chopsticks.

Caught off guard, Uncle Tao had to stop his words and tasted the chicken An Ruo had cooked.

"Hmm, it’s bland; you’ve put too little salt."

An Ruo took another pair of chopsticks, picked up a piece of chicken and tasted it, "Indeed, it’s bland. I’ll add some more salt... try it again."

"Still too bland," Uncle Tao said for the second time.

An Ruo also tasted it again and added a bit more salt, "Try again."

"Still too bland."

"I think so too, I’ll add a bit more."

Seeing An Ruo eating the chicken, a sudden realization flashed through Uncle Tao’s mind.

Realizing he had understood, An Ruo smiled at him, "Uncle Tao, you see, I won’t starve myself."

"..." Uncle Tao suddenly felt as if he had discovered a big secret but did not want to tell the young master, also feeling a sense of guilt for betraying the young master.

An Ruo continued to smile, "Uncle Tao, you can tell him."