Finest Servant

Chapter 47 Fist Fights and Kicks (Part 2)

Fortunately, the girl appeared to be quite naive. She only knew to kick Lin Wanrong's thick-skinned and meaty buttocks, seemingly unaware of the importance of certain vital areas for men. Lin Wanrong's heart swelled with relief, and he suddenly felt the girl's kicking force seemed to lessen considerably, eventually becoming as insignificant as tickling. As he enjoyed this gentle "massage," his fatigue and drained spirit overcame him, and he fell into a deep sleep.

The girl was still young and lacked strength. After kicking Lin Wanrong a few times, she herself grew tired. She gently wiped the sweat from her forehead and looked at Lin Wanrong, only to find the young man smiling sweetly in his sleep, drooling all over the ground. Seeing him sleeping so peacefully infuriated her even more. Clenching her teeth and gripping Lin Wanrong's ear, she said, "Lin San, wake up!"

Lin Wanrong groggily opened his eyes but didn't see the girl's face. Unable to bear his weight, the girl's hand slipped, and Lin Wanrong fell back to the ground, reuniting with the god of sleep. The girl glanced at him and furiously said, "You wretched servant, just you wait, I'll make sure you pay for this." Unsatisfied, she kicked Lin Wanrong's body a few more times before storming off, not even bothering with the lifeless Mighty General.

Lin Wanrong's sleep was particularly sweet, as he dreamt of Qiaoqiao, the young girl who tenderly spoke of her affection for him in a bashful, teasing manner. Her girlish charm was irresistible, and he almost didn't want to wake up. He sat up, yawned, and stretched, his body aching all over. Realizing this was all due to the vicious dog, he couldn't help but feel angry. However, he also felt exhilarated, surprised by the strength he had unleashed in his fight against the dog. It seemed true that one shouldn't push a person too far, as a cornered dog would jump over the wall, and even a desperate rabbit would bite.

Thinking of the vicious dog reminded him of the wicked woman who had unleashed it. Her voice seemed somewhat familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen her before. Since arriving here, he could count the number of women he had met on one hand.

First, there was Xiao Qingxuan, the woman disguised as a man, who harbored a deep hatred for him. Even though he had killed the vicious dog, he had also fallen. With her capabilities, it would have been easy for her to kill him. From this, it was clear that the wicked woman was definitely not Xiao Qingxuan.

Next was Qiaoqiao, the clever and obedient girl who also had a fondness for him, so it couldn't possibly be her either.

Could it be Lady Xiao? Lin Wanrong's heart skipped a beat. The third woman he had met was Lady Xiao. Could she be the one who set the dog on him? As he pondered this, he found the idea amusing. Lady Xiao was elegant and sophisticated; how could she possibly do such a thing? Besides, they had no grudges against each other, and she had no reason to do so.

Thinking it over, he couldn't remember having any enemies. In the Xiao residence, the only women he knew besides Lady Xiao were a few maidservants.

Lin Wanrong, with a throbbing headache, decided not to dwell on the matter any longer. If an enemy appeared, he would face them head-on; if a flood came, he would deal with it. There was no need to fear her.

Dazed and disoriented, Lin Wanrong had no idea how long he had been lying on the ground. Only after his strength slowly returned did he manage to get up with great effort. The garden was in complete disarray, the result of the fierce battle between him and the dog. Feeling weak and unhappy, Lin Wanrong didn't bother to clean up the mess.

He walked over to the slain vicious dog and scoffed, "You wanted to mess with your grandpa? No chance. So much for the so-called Mighty General, I caught you easily." Lin Wanrong smirked, dragged the Mighty General inside, found two branches to prop up a rack, and firmly tied the vicious dog to it.

Although the room prepared for him by Uncle Fu was simple, it had all the necessary living supplies. Lin Wanrong searched the room and soon found a small knife. He sneered, walked over to the propped-up branches, skinned the vicious dog, chopped its meat into pieces, and thoroughly cleaned it.

The room he stayed in had a stove, firewood, and even seasonings. Delighted, Lin Wanrong put the dog meat into a pot and started to cook it vigorously. He had fought the vicious dog today and, although he had dozed off on the ground, he still felt somewhat fatigued. After finishing everything, he took another nap inside the room.

In a daze, he heard someone outside exclaiming, "What a delicious aroma! This must be top-quality dog meat!" It was Uncle Fu's voice. Lin Wanrong got up and laughed, "Uncle Fu, are you on your way to work or just getting off?" The sun was setting, and Uncle Fu only showed up now, clearly having been slacking off.

Uncle Fu chuckled, "Today is your shift, so with you here, there won't be any problems. Hehe, Lin, you sure know how to enjoy yourself. Did you steal and kill someone's dog for this meat? It's great stuff, I'll have a treat tonight." Uncle Fu had been nowhere to be found when the dog was being beaten and killed, but now that it was time to eat, he was quite enthusiastic. Lin Wanrong despised Uncle Fu from the bottom of his heart, but Uncle Fu was oblivious to this. Clapping his hands, he said, "Good meat deserves good wine. Hehe, Lin San, you're in for a treat today. I'll fetch a jar from Lady's wine cellar, hehe, but you mustn't tell her."

Lin Wanrong knew Uncle Fu had set his sights on the dog meat, and since he had been scared today, a little wine to calm his nerves wouldn't hurt. He nodded in agreement. Evidently, Uncle Fu was a born glutton. With the delicious dog meat as motivation, he quickly returned, sneaking in an unopened bottle of Shaoxing Daughter's Red.

Compared to the strong alcohol Lin Wanrong had tasted before, Daughter's Red was milder, but due to its long storage, it had a subtle, delicate fragrance. Lin Wanrong found it quite palatable. The two of them ate and drank, and Lin Wanrong suddenly asked with a smile, "Uncle Fu, do you know who in the Xiao mansion loves dogs the most?"

"Ah, loves dogs? Well, that would be the Second—" Uncle Fu, who was gnawing on a dog's leg, suddenly turned pale upon hearing this, as if recalling something. "The dog's fur outside seemed familiar. Could this dog be from our mansion?"

"I'm not sure if it's from our mansion, but this dog seemed to have a rather impressive name, something like Mighty General," Lin Wanrong said nonchalantly.

"What? Mighty General?" Uncle Fu jumped up, his face turning ashen. "Lin San, please enjoy this meal. I have urgent business to attend to. And please, don't tell anyone that I ate this dog meat. I beg you, I beg you." He darted off like the fleeing maidservants, as if staying near Lin Wanrong for another minute would bring him bad luck.

Good riddance, thought Lin Wanrong. He devoured the delicious food and wine, and as the intoxication set in, he fell onto the bed in a daze. He suddenly recalled the plant he had seen in the wild while fighting yesterday. The scent seemed familiar, but he couldn't remember what it was. He pondered for a while but found no clues, so he fell into a deep sleep. That night was exceptionally peaceful.

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