Li Yanhao was drunk at this moment and naturally unconscious, but he was stunned as he stared at Su Shimao, pointing at Xiao Yun: "You despicable brute, how dare you kick the Young Master! When the Young Master wakes up, I, I will report you!"
Xiao Yun sneered coldly, lifted his foot again, and kicked Li Yanhao from the outside of the bed to the inside, arrogantly saying, "So what if I kicked him? Can't I kick him? Even if he's drunk or awake, I'll keep kicking him! What nonsense are you spouting? Get out, I want to sleep with the Young Master!"
"You, you shameless!" Su Shimao, being a straightforward guy, was mortified hearing Xiao Yun blatantly say he wanted to sleep with the Young Master, his face flushing red and white in embarrassment.
"You're the shameless one! This is the Young Master's room. Why are you forcing your way in? Get out!" Xiao Yun, losing patience, stepped forward, grabbed Su Shimao by the collar at the back of his neck like lifting a chick, and threw him out the door.
Su Shimao fell hard, landing in the snow, rubbing the torn part of his collar that had been ripped when Xiao Yun grabbed him.
Sitting in the snow, Su Shimao angrily kicked his legs.
This was his only decent piece of clothing, first dirtied by Li Yanhao's vomit, and now torn by Xiao Yun.
He braved the wind and snow, freezing half to death, only to end up like this. Furious, Su Shimao got up stubbornly, determined to settle the matter today.
With a bang, Su Shimao kicked open the door.
Xiao Yun was wiping Li Yanhao's face with a handkerchief. Turning around, he saw Su Shimao standing angrily at the door. The door was wide open, and the cold wind blew in, causing Li Yanhao to shrink his head.
Xiao Yun feared the cold wind would worsen Li Yanhao's drunken, sweaty condition, so he quickly covered Li Yanhao's head with a blanket.
But this action only further enraged Su Shimao.
Su Shimao pointed at Xiao Yun's nose, cursing loudly: "You're shameless, hiding the Young Master so I can't see him! He's not your man, so why are you hiding him?!"
"Are you sick or something?" Xiao Yun snapped, his temper flaring.
Su Shimao's repeated provocations drove Xiao Yun's patience to its limit.
At this moment, Su Shimao didn't know that behind the corridor outside, a crowd had already gathered.
"Don't crowd, don't crowd! Everyone can see!" Su Li hurriedly whispered as a crowd pressed in behind her.
Yuanbao immediately stood behind her, blocking the crowd and creating a small space for her.
Beside Su Li was the gossiping Madam Chen, and behind them were Su Li's family and servants watching the commotion.
"Oh my, this is what happens when rivals meet and get jealous!" Su Li, full of gossip, was practically drooling and rubbing her hands together, eager for a fight.
"Wow! There's a good show to watch! Su Shimao battles the rustic Xiao Yun for the Young Master!" Wu Caiwei's voice rang out.
Su Li turned her head and saw Wu Caiwei, heavily pregnant, eyes shining brightly.
Su Li turned her head and saw Wu Caiwei, heavily pregnant, eyes shining brightly.
"It's fine, Brother Zhang Mu is protecting me." Wu Caiwei smiled, squeezing through the crowd with Su Li. Behind the two women, Yuanbao and Zhang Mu, two men, exchanged a helpless glance, feeling like walls protecting their wives.
When women gossip, it's truly deadly.
The two middle-aged women, Madam Chen and Madam Wang, also had shining eyes, peeking into the room from the corridor. Everyone was hoping for a lively show on this Lantern Festival night to start the year with excitement.