The Herbal Scents of Farm Life
Chapter 1552: Jealous of My Good Looks

Chapter 1552: Chapter 1552: Jealous of My Good Looks

"You... How could you do this, people from Wuzhu Teahouse shouldn’t..."

Yu couldn’t believe what she was hearing. Surely these two were from Wuzhu Teahouse; she couldn’t have been wrong.

But why wouldn’t they save her?

"I know it now, you’re jealous of me, jealous that I’m pretty, afraid that this young master will abandon you and choose me, right?" Her eyes suddenly brightened as she scornfully cast a glance at Lin Caisang.

Then, she turned to face Sui Zimo.

"Young master, you see, this woman doesn’t deserve you at all. With her by your side, you’ll be limited to just her, and she’ll aggressively eliminate anyone else you might fancy.

Listen to me, hurry and kill her. I can follow you in the future, and you can be assured, I won’t be like her, constantly restricting you. I will bring you many beauties..."

"Shut up!"

He had wanted to see just how self-righteous this woman could get, but...

Sui Zimo couldn’t stand it any longer, the nonsense getting increasingly absurd; he had no choice but to rudely kick her out, successfully stopping her from continuing!

"My affairs are none of your business, you wretch. What do you take yourself for?"

"Brother Molian, are you really stooping to argue with such a woman?"

Lin Caisang found it amusing; this woman really dared to say anything, no wonder Brother Molian was angry.

"Alright, let me talk to her for a bit, don’t be angry anymore."

She turned her head, her face full of smiles as she looked towards Yu, slowly approaching her. Then she lifted her foot and suddenly stepped onto her stomach, and slowly squatted down to look at her.

"Ah!"

The stomach was indeed the softest part, unable to withstand being trampled, especially as Lin Caisang squatted down, putting all her weight on the foot that was stepping on Yu.

She cried out in pain.

"I think, there’s something you should get clear."

Lin Caisang continued to smile at her as if she hadn’t heard her cry of agony.

"The owner of Wuzhu Teahouse is me, not Brother Molian. He is just sympathizing with how busy I am, and volunteered to come and help me. Do you understand?"

"You..."

Yu clenched her teeth, glaring bitterly at Lin Caisang.

"Throwing a fit here is useless; better to confess the wrongs you’ve committed right away, that’s what’s truly useful."

Lin Caisang didn’t care if she hated her or not, continued speaking.

"Maybe if you confess your misdeeds, I might feel generous enough to save you; and if you don’t want to talk, that’s fine too. I’m sure the evil influences of the Demon Clan would also relish the blood of the Human Clan. I could very well take the trouble to send you to that altar!"

"Hiss!"

Upon hearing her words, Yu sucked in a breath of cold air.

So many people from the Demon Clan had died on that altar, the sensation of blood slowly draining, that agony, even if she hadn’t experienced it firsthand...

But having seen it so many times, she could believe and feel it.

She definitely didn’t want to serve as a snack for that dark energy.

"I’ll talk, I’ll say whatever you want to know," she immediately said.

"Tsk."

Lin Caisang’s face held a touch of regret, looking at Yu with a bit of mockery.

"Thought you’d be more defiant, but who knew, a simple scare and you’re ready to spill?"