The old man lets you eat, so you should let him eat too.

  Every time I come to Xiaobailou, I feel like there's a dark cloud hanging over my head, and I'm always worried that it'll start thundering and pouring rain at any moment, making me all tense.

  The Overlord personally opened the door, and it seemed that there was only him in the house. He wore a light yellow satin pajamas, his hair was wet and messy, he looked less arrogant than usual, it could be seen that he had just taken a bath. He was extremely tall, originally I was considered tall among the southern women, but standing in front of him, my height only reached his chin.

  When I saw his gloomy face, I habitually gave him a flattering smile and called him boss. I didn't even know what his name was, let alone his surname. He looked down on me with disdain, sarcastically saying "Don't put on that face you use to deal with those men, it's really disgusting!" He ignored me again, walking into the house with his head held high, and I followed behind him dejectedly, carrying my bag. Sitting on the sofa, he had an air of superiority, and all I could do was obediently open the lunchbox and place it on the coffee table, then stand aside. I felt like a servant from old TV shows, serving my master.

  I wasn't sure what Ba Wang liked to eat, so I packed six or seven dishes, including abalone sauce chicken feet, ice-burned three-layer meat, and cucumber intestine powder. He picked up his chopsticks and started eating, but his expression didn't look great, his face was cold, and I sneaked a peek at him, afraid that he would flip the table in anger at any moment.

  He ate in silence for a while, then suddenly raised his head and ordered "Sit down and eat!"

  Ah! Before that tone came out, I covered my mouth to hold back my surprise and politely told him that I had already eaten lunch. In fact, my stomach was empty. Others just casually mentioned it, and I also listened so casually. People should have self-awareness.

  The tyrant held his chopsticks and slapped the tea table, glaring at me and scolding: "Damn it, I let you eat, you just eat for me, what are you pretending to be?"

  That arrogant look is exactly like a crawling turtle.

  I can tell he's in a bad mood today, not feeling well, and I become his punching bag. He tells me to go east, I go east, absolutely cannot disobey him, or else I'll be the one to suffer. I don't dare sit on the sofa, so I squat down to eat. The tyrant doesn't want to eat anymore, staring at me with a gaze that reminds me of my childhood pet dog. My stomach is bursting, but I still stuff things into my mouth, and even drink the soup until it's all gone. I get up, clean up the box, throw it in the trash can, and wipe my hands with tissue paper.

  He leaned back against the sofa and asked me, "Has Shixiu been going to your nightclub lately to find that chick?" I didn't say anything, but he could figure it out anyway. So I just told him honestly, "Shixiu went to the nightclub last night."

  The overbearing man stroked his chin and sneered at me, saying, "You women are all short-sighted and don't have brains. As soon as you see him being handsome and having money and power, you throw yourselves at him. Do you know how his ex-girlfriend died?"

  I stopped and stared at the tyrant, his right hand's five fingers stretched straight to his left wrist was a cut, his attitude was so careless, as if the one who died wasn't even a person.

  I'm not sure why he's telling me all this, but my heart is racing and I feel an intense loathing for the tyrant in front of me. His contempt for women disgusts me, and his indifference to life makes me fearful. I'd love to smash the lunchbox in my hand into that arrogant face of his, but I don't dare do anything.

  It wasn't until later that I realized that although Ba Wang was somewhat disdainful of women, at the time he was actually warning me to keep Lu Yishu away from worldly affairs, but my aversion to him made it impossible for me to think clearly.