(GL) Taming The White Tiger

Anning found herself heading back to Wanqing’s room just a few minutes later.

She wanted to talk to Wanqing about getting paid for everything she had been through, and maybe even getting permission to go out and buy a few things with that money.

When she reached the room, she was surprised to see Yufang and Han Luo stepping out at the same time.

She glanced at them briefly before looking away. They were irrelevant to her, and she had no interest in greeting or showing them any respect.

"The young miss doesn’t want to see anyone right now," Han Luo said, positioning himself in front of Wanqing’s door. He stood with his hands clasped in front of him, staring down at Anning.

"Especially not this slut," Yufang added with a light scoff. "Ever since she brought you back here, it’s been one problem after another. Can’t you just... I don’t know, behave?"

Anning folded her arms and said nothing while Yufang spoke.

The woman was talking as if Anning had wanted to come here. When she had first woken up in this place, she hadn’t even known who Gu Wanqing was.

Anning forced a smile and replied, "Like you said, she brought me here. So she definitely knows what she’s doing."

The mocking smile on Yufang’s face faltered, but she wasn’t ready to back down. With Wanqing nowhere in sight to support her "slave," Yufang could say whatever she wanted.

"She made a mistake bringing you here. Everyone knows that." Yufang tilted her head, her gaze sliding slowly down Anning’s body. "At most, the only thing you’re worth is your body. Nothing else."

Yufang’s gaze on Anning’s body made the poor girl feel uncomfortable. But there was nothing she could do about it...except blaming the former owner of the body for being well endowed.

Han Luo let out a small cough and shot Yufang a glare, but she ignored him completely. Who was Han Luo to look at her that way?

"Leave," Yufang said firmly, taking a step closer to Anning.

Anning stared at her for a moment, then shook her head even as she kept a polite smile on her face. She could feel a rush of anger and insults rising in her throat, but she held them back.

She wasn’t in the mood for this, and she didn’t want any trouble.

"I have something to discuss with the young miss," she said, her gaze shifting between Yufang and Han Luo. "Just give me a moment."

Han Luo didn’t want any more arguments or surprises today. After a brief pause, he stepped aside.

"Make it quick."

Anning’s lips curved into a genuine smile. "Thank you," she muttered.

She had taken only a few steps toward the door when Yufang moved to block her path.

’Fuck me!’ Anning thought.

Yufang stopped between her and the door, glaring at her.

"My sister, your young miss, isn’t feeling too well." She said coldly. "Seeing you right now might only make things worse. So turn around and go back into whatever miserable hole you crawled up from."

Anning froze. Those words didn’t calm her down at all. If anything, it only made her more curious.

What was really going on with Wanqing? Why was Yufang so determined to keep her out?

She had come here for a reason and there was no way in hell she would return back to her room, then lay on a bed that lacked a proper cover.

"I don’t know what you’re hiding, but I don’t care." Anning said, trying to keep her voice steady. "This is important."

But Yufang didn’t even flinch. If anything, the expression she had on her face hardened as she crossed her arms against her chest.

"Are you deaf? She’s not feeling too good and would not be able to receive visitors. Are you planning to send her to an early grave? If you keep behaving like this, I’d report this matter to father," Yufang said, staring into Anning’s eyes.

She didn’t miss the faint glimmer that passed through Anning’s eyes once she mentioned General Gu. But why?

Anning felt her patience wearing thin. She tried to shoving Yufang out of the way to move toward the door. Before she could even touch her, Yufang shoved her hard in the shoulder with both hands.

The force sent Anning stumbling backward. She nearly landed on the floor, her arms flailing for balance.

At the last second, she managed to catch herself, planting her feet firmly and leaning up against the wall behind her.

Her heart pounded in her chest as she forced herself to stand up straight.

Han Luo stood silently by the door the whole time, watching everything unfold.

He made no move to step in. Instead, he simply observed with a neutral expression, clearly deciding to let the two women sort out their differences themselves.

That shove was the final straw. Whatever restraint Anning had been holding onto completely shattered.

The anger she had pushed down earlier came rushing up all at once, hot and it left her feeling a bit breathless.

She was tired of being looked down on, tired of being blocked, and tired of pretending everything was fine.

She patted invisible dust off her dress, her face cold and determined. Without saying a word, she walked straight over to Han Luo.

He opened his mouth to speak, probably to warn her or tell her to stop, but he didn’t get the chance.

In one quick, smooth motion, Anning drew his sword from its hilt. The blade slid out with a soft metallic sound that cut through the tension in the hallway.

Han Luo’s eyes widened in surprise, but it was already too late. Anning turned sharply on her heel, gripping the sword firmly. She pointed the sharp tip directly at Yufang, holding it steady.

Yufang froze, her confident smirk fading as she stared at the blade aimed at her. The air between them grew thick with silence.

"Touch me with those filthy hands of yours and I swear you wouldn’t get to use those hands again."