"Boohoo... darling Zhao, I lost every last bit of the dowry I spent decades saving. Not even half a spirit stone left... that was everything I scraped together by scrimping and saving, working myself to the bone. Now it's all gone in a single day. How am I supposed to live...?"
Lu Yuyao sobbed coquettishly, her voice soft and cloyingly sweet, every word dripping with pitiful grievance.
Her waist went limp as she seized the moment to wrap herself around Zhao Long like an octopus. Her arms locked around his neck, her cheek rubbed gently against his chest, and her delicate hands wandered restlessly over his body, stroking and kneading.
She seemed utterly heartbroken, yet a sly gleam flashed deep in her eyes before vanishing beneath her overwhelming distress, leaving not the slightest trace.
At the thought of that substantial fortune that had "vanished into thin air," her acting reached new heights. All strength seemed to drain from her body as she slumped bonelessly into Zhao Long's arms, her fragrant shoulders trembling. She looked so devastated and lost that anyone who saw her would have felt sorry for her.
"Hic-don't worry, don't worry! With this young master here, I'll hold up the sky even if it falls!"
Zhao Long reeked of alcohol. His tongue was thick, his speech slurred. Clearly, he was already dead drunk and barely knew what was happening.
How could he possibly distinguish truth from falsehood now? He merely raised a hand instinctively and patted Lu Yuyao's back, clumsily comforting the beauty weeping like pear blossoms drenched in rain in his arms.
"In a few days, I'll take you to win back all the silver and spirit stones you lost. We won't just recover your losses-I'll make it up to you twofold, tenfold!
"Hehehe..."
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