At this moment, Xu Bingning had an exceptionally clear understanding of her situation.
The knife was in another's hand; she was the fish on the chopping block.
The life and death of the entire Xu Family—even her own chastity—were held in the palm of the man before her. She had no room to refuse.
Besides, all she had to do was put on ancient attire and perform a sword dance she excelled at for Jiang Che. Among the circles of the powerful and wealthy, that could even be considered an elegant pastime...
So long as Young Master Jiang's perverse tastes did not flare up completely.
So long as he was not depraved enough to force her to do that unspeakable thing on the living room coffee table in front of that pathetic loser, Chu Feng...
Xu Bingning felt that no matter how excessive Jiang Che's demands were, she could grit her teeth and accept them calmly!
After all, no matter how one looked at it, she had been the one at fault first.
Led by Xu Bingning.
The two climbed the winding European-style solid wood staircase, making their way to the second floor of the villa.
Stopping before a heavy soundproof door at the end of the hallway, Xu Bingning pressed her fingerprint against the lock and pushed the door open.
What greeted them was a spacious dance studio of roughly fifty square meters.
The room was arranged with great elegance, every corner carrying an antique charm.
Several sets of spotless custom-made solid wood wardrobes stood neatly along both walls.
On the Huanghuali Wood clothes racks outside, an dazzling array of reconstructed women's robes from every dynasty hung in full display.
There were elaborate and resplendent Tang Suits, gentle and refined Song attire, dignified and grand Ming Dynasty mamian