You've Lost All Shame! Did You Think the Immortal Herb Was for You?

Tang Yuehua stared at the hand extended before her, lost in a daze.

She had imagined countless possibilities.

She had imagined being treated as a plaything, humiliated at will.

She had imagined becoming Bibi Dong's punching bag, her last trace of life worn away amid endless humiliation and torment.

But this was the one thing she had never imagined.

That he would ask what skills she possessed.

That he would listen to her play a piece.

Then, in the capacity of an "instrumentalist," invite her to stay.

What was this?

Respect?

That absurd word dropped a tiny stone into the lake of Tang Yuehua's long-dead heart, sending out a faint, insignificant ripple.

Yes.

At least, in the eyes of the man before her, she, Tang Yuehua, was not some commodity to be traded away at will.

She was a... person who possessed skills and could create value.

Something that had long since vanished in the Clear Sky Sect, in those so-called relatives of hers—she had actually felt it from a stranger, that rumored "pretty boy."

How ironic.

How laughable.

Slowly, she placed her slightly cool, delicate hand in Lin Feng's warm, broad palm.

With his help, she rose from the floor.

Then she released his hand, stepped half a pace back, and gave Lin Feng another proper noble curtsy, one more sincere than any she had given before.

"Yuehua thanks the boss for taking her in."

She said the word "boss" with perfect naturalness, as though she had worked here for many years already.

The frost on her lovely face, once like an exquisite mask, quietly melted away, revealing a trace of genuine serenity from the bottom of her heart.

This scene completely shattered Tang Xiao's final psychological defense.

He snapped.

"Boss?!"

Tang Xiao practically shrieked. His flushed face was