The Love of Passerby A

Chapter 558: A Survival Guide for Women in the Old Republic of China (97)

He Yurong was lying quietly on the bed, when suddenly, the sound of a door opening came into her ears.

Although the sound was not loud, she keenly captured the subtle movement.

She thought to herself, "Maybe Cao Shixun is back. Maybe he drank too much and wants to go back to his room to rest."

So, in order to give him an unexpected surprise, He Yurong quickly got up from the bed and quietly hid in the bathroom.

When she heard the familiar sound of the door closing, she knew it was safe to come out of the bathroom.

The light in the room was a little dim. She walked forward cautiously, her eyes fixed on the direction of the bed.

In the dim light, she vaguely saw a slender figure lying quietly on the bed. He Yurong plucked up her courage and slowly approached, her heart full of curiosity and expectation.

However, when she got closer, she was surprised to find that this person was not the financial sponsor Cho Se-hoon whom she expected to meet.

Although there were some similarities between them, the man in front of him was obviously different from Cho Se-hun.

However, when she saw the military uniform this man was wearing, she couldn't help but speculate that this person's position might be higher than Cao Shixun's.

Combined with his age and similar physical features to Cao Shixun, the most likely possibility is that this person is Cao Shixun's father - Cao Ce.

He Yurong squatted quietly beside the bed, carefully looking at Cao Ce's face. Although he was slightly older than Cao Shixun, the years did not seem to leave too many traces on his face, but instead gave him a unique majestic temperament.

This majesty seems to have been formed over time, which makes people feel awe.

After watching for a while, He Yurong felt that it was inappropriate for him to stay here, so he reached out and picked up his coat at the end of the bed and prepared to go out.

At this moment, Cao Ce suddenly opened his eyes, and he squinted at the woman who appeared in his sight.

Her graceful figure, her youthful and pretty face, and most importantly, that unique feeling of old-time girls, all made his heart flutter.

Even though Cao Ce's official wife and three concubines were all modern women, deep down he actually preferred women like He Yurong.

"Who gave me this as my birthday present?" Cao Ce didn't give He Yurong any chance to resist. He grabbed her wrist and pulled her onto the bed. "Not bad, not bad. This look and figure were chosen according to my preferences."

He Yurong was frightened by this sudden change. Just as she was about to explain her identity, she heard the man who was already on top of her say, "Be good, and after tomorrow you will be the fourth concubine of the Cao family.

If you can give me a child with such a young body, then you will never have to worry about food and clothing for the rest of your life."

It was these few words that completely extinguished He Yurong's original intention to resist.

Yes! After being with Cao Shixun for more than two years, he even rented the house he found for her. He would give her some money from time to time, but he never mentioned the matter of status.

Since you have to serve a man anyway, you might as well follow the powerful commander. At least this man is much more responsible than Cao Shixun.

Seeing that He Yurong didn't say anything, Cao Ce thought she was just a shy little beauty. Looking at her reluctant look, he felt drunk again.

He unbuttoned his clothes without hesitation. The room was not very bright to begin with, and the night light that had been illuminating the room was now off. He spent the night like this.

It was not until dawn, when the sky was just beginning to turn pale, that He Yurong woke up a little earlier than Cao Ce. After all, he had drunk too much last night.

He Yurong reached out and picked up a wider hairpin that she had taken off when removing her makeup last night. She carefully turned the head of the hairpin and unscrewed it.

Who could have expected that this seemingly ordinary hairpin actually contained a tiny blade.

With deft movements, she brought the blade to bear on her armpit and made a deft, light stroke.

Instantly, a sharp pain came over her and He Yurong couldn't help but frown, but she clenched her teeth, endured the pain, and didn't make any sound.

Then, she pulled the already tangled bed sheet hard, staining it with the gushing blood.

When the bloodstain on the bed sheet gradually spread to a certain extent, He Yurong quickly packed up the tools, and the knife turned back into a hairpin. The wound under her armpit, as it was not deep, slowly began to stop bleeding.

However, He Yurong seemed to have been prepared. She took out a small medicine bottle from her makeup box and applied it to the wound a few times. The bleeding stopped faster and the wound was covered to a certain extent.

After doing all this, He Yurong lay back on the bed again and fell asleep in Cao Ce's arms very naturally.

She said to herself: In this world, if a woman is not cruel to herself, she will never be able to survive.

The next morning, Cao Ce woke up to a faint fragrance. Looking at the woman sleeping in his arms, his memories began to slowly return.

In fact, in the second half, he was almost sober, so he remembered exactly what he had done.

With the corners of his mouth slightly raised, Cao Ce was in a good mood. It was really good that he could meet such a beautiful woman who suited his taste after he reached middle age.

As his eyes scanned the eye-catching red color on the bed sheet, he became more and more proud.