Summer Wan, like a curious kitten, cautiously stretched her little head out from the corner.
Her big eyes blinked excitedly, filled with anticipation as she wanted to get a better look at her husband and get closer to him.
However, when she finally saw his face clearly, she couldn't help but gasp in surprise. She was secretly astonished.
The last time they met, it was a brief encounter, so she hadn't gotten a good look. But now, seeing him up close, he was really handsome.
Before her stood a man with sharp eyebrows and bright eyes, a high nose, thin lips, and a well-defined face. His features seemed carved by a master sculptor, with every line perfect and exuding a unique charm.
"Wow! He's so handsome!" Summer Wan couldn't help but whisper, her voice small but filled with unreserved admiration.
Meanwhile, the atmosphere downstairs was extremely tense.
Everyone in the villa could feel that the Second Master was in a particularly bad mood today. His handsome face was so dark that it looked like it could produce water, as if he had just consumed something unpleasant, giving off an awful stench.
The servants knew very well: How could the Second Master possibly look happy?
After all, the methods used by Old Madam Ho were too harsh. She had directly sent him a wife.
Naturally, the Second Master had no good feelings for this sudden wife.
At this moment, Ho Suyuan was burning with anger, his gaze as cold as frost, and he coldly asked, "Where is that woman?"
As soon as his words fell, the servants throughout the villa all trembled, standing straight, not daring to breathe.
They knew very well that the Second Master was in a bad mood, and any mistake could bring trouble.
Standing at the top of the stairs, Summer Wan was also scared by this roar, and for a moment, she felt frozen.
Her eyes widened in shock as she silently cursed in her mind:
"Oh my god! How could this person have such a bad temper? He's like a short-tempered, irritable demon king! This is terrifying!"
While everyone else was frozen in fear, the housekeeper, Mr. Shang, quickly stepped forward and stood before Ho Suyuan.
He bowed slightly, his attitude extremely polite and respectful, and said, "Second Master, the young mistress is resting in your room."
Ho Suyuan's gaze swept over Mr. Shang with indifference, and his tone became even more commanding: "Who is this 'young mistress' you're talking about? Has she been approved by me? Immediately bring her down here, I want to see what she's capable of to provoke me."
At this point, Summer Wan finally understood why he was so angry: it was because he had no feelings for her at all.
This was a disaster! If he really caught her, her life might be in danger! Remembering his cold and harsh tone, she could already foresee how bad the situation could get.
She couldn't help but mutter softly, "This is bad, I must escape quickly."
With that, Summer Wan didn't hesitate to turn around and ran toward the room, quickly locking the door behind her, hoping to buy herself some time.
Panicking, Summer Wan looked around, but she felt unsafe everywhere. She could only pace back and forth in the room, feeling restless.
Suddenly, a crisp knocking sound came—knock knock knock!
Then, a strange voice came through the door: "Young Mistress, please open the door. Second Master asks you to come downstairs."
Hearing the sudden call, Summer Wan, like a frightened bird, trembled.
Finally, her gaze landed on the balcony, and she hurriedly walked toward it.
When she reached the balcony, she looked down and couldn't help but curse inwardly, "It's the third floor! How dangerous would it be if I fell from here...?"
After a quick look around, her eyes suddenly fixed on a stone slab sticking out of the ground about 30 centimeters wide.
In that instant, an idea sprang to mind.
Meanwhile, downstairs...
Knock knock knock! There was no response.
The servants outside, after knocking for a long time with no answer, couldn't help but think of the Second Master's cold, dark expression and grew more and more anxious.
They knew they couldn't delay any longer. They quickly called for the guards, ordering them to force open the door.
With a loud bang bang bang sound, the door was finally broken open.
When the door opened, Summer Wan was startled by the loud noise.
The leading maid rushed in, nervously scanning the room, but there was no sign of anyone.
She didn't give up and started searching around, checking the wardrobe, bathroom, and even under the bed.
But the result was still disappointing—there wasn't a single person to be found.
At once, she fell into a state of extreme panic, and her steps became hurried. She rushed downstairs quickly.
She then respectfully came before Mr. Shang, lowering her voice and whispering a few words in his ear.
After hearing this, Mr. Shang's expression immediately turned grave, even he, who was usually calm, couldn't hide his concern.
He turned to Ho Suyuan and respectfully said, "Second Master, the young mistress is missing."
Upon hearing this, Ho Suyuan furrowed his brows tightly, and in a deep and serious tone, he ordered, "Immediately gather everyone in the villa and search for her. We must find her!"
As soon as the order was given, all the servants moved swiftly, like well-trained soldiers, scattering to search for the missing young mistress.
Mr. Shang also went to search other rooms, directly heading for the Second Master's bedroom.
As the villa's highest-ranking manager, Mr. Shang was calm in the face of a crisis. He was careful, and his eyes finally landed on the balcony.
Even though he knew it was unlikely, he still looked around.
Noticing something, he quickly saw Summer Wan.
He exclaimed, "Young Mistress, what are you doing here? It's dangerous, come back inside!"
Summer Wan had been standing outside for quite some time and was feeling exhausted. She sweetly muttered, "I won't go back."
Mr. Shang, looking at her so close to the dangerous edge of the balcony, couldn't help but feel his heart skip a beat. He knew the Second Master didn't like the young mistress, but she had still been brought by the Old Madam.
At that moment, like a gust of wind, Mr. Shang quickly ran downstairs, his eyes fixed on Ho Suyuan, who was sitting on a luxurious leather sofa.
Without lifting his eyes, Ho Suyuan spoke in a cold, detached tone, "Where is she? Why haven't you brought her down yet?"
Hearing this, Mr. Shang felt a chill run up his spine. He was trembling but still forced himself to answer, "Second Master, it's not that I don't want to bring her down, but... it's impossible. The young mistress is outside on the balcony, and she refuses to come inside!"
Upon hearing this, Ho Suyuan, who had been calm and cold as ice, suddenly smiled, a charming but chilling smile that made everyone feel a cold shiver run down their spines.
Then, he spoke in a tone so cold it seemed to come from the depths of hell: "If that's the case, let her stay there. Let's see how long she can hold out. If she can't bear it anymore, it will save us a lot of trouble."
Everyone couldn't help but sigh inwardly at how heartlessly indifferent the Second Master was!