The Sugar Mommy System: The Evil Young Master is Villain!!! Chapter 93: 2) win rose with water!

"You speak wisely, young master," Lady Yang replied, her voice dripping with a mix of hesitation and a hint of allure. "Rules may be made to be... bent, but they serve a purpose, nonetheless."

She looked down at her tea, her elegant fingers tracing the rim of the delicate cup, her mind racing with conflicting thoughts and yearnings.

The young master's words resonated deep within her, igniting a fire that challenged her long-held notions of duty and duty.

Bai Lung observed her quietly, his unwavering gaze never leaving hers.

Looking at her finger motions, he could easily sense her inner turmoil, the flicker of lust in her eyes, and the subtle way her body leaned toward him.

( lust for power and authority 👆 )

He knew he'd planted a seed, and he intended to nurture it until it blood.

His voice, low and velvety, cut through the tension.

"Duty and desire, Lady Yang, are like two opposite ends of a rope, each pulling you in different directions. But what happens when the rope snaps?"

Dhup! Dup!

Lady Yang's heart thumped in her chest.

The young master's words sent a shiver down her spine, goosebumps all over her body, his words were as sharp and precise as a sword.

She drew in the air, the question hanging heavy in the silence.

Duty and desire... two forces as powerful as the elents themselves. What would happen if they collided, if the rope did indeed snap?

But is she even in a position to lead a powerful family?

Her husband is a core mber of this family, and its ruler... She on the other hand isn't that strong to support it, as much as Bai Lung's words interest her, she knows her worth well.

She doesn't possess much leadership nor has any great and critical thinking capacity, not to ntion, she is a woman, if she were to take control, most servants would instantly leave the family.

So dreams are only ant to be a fantasy, seen during sleep... Not with awake eyes.

Lady Yang took a mont to collect her thoughts, her mind wrestling with the implications of the young master's words.

She had always believed that duty trumped all, but the young master's words stirred sothing within her, a longing for a life unbound by constraint.

If there is support from soone else, there is always room for developnt.

"Young Master," she began, her voice steady despite the whirlwind of emotions swirling within.

"You speak of desires that long to be free. But what of the consequences? The path you tread is dangerous, fraught with peril,"

Bai Lung kept a straight face.

"Lady Yang...," he replied, his voice as smooth as the finest silk.

"Danger and desire often go hand in hand. But what use is life without a little risk? To be bound by duty and constraint is to live a life half-lived. And I suspect, deep down, you know that... Who doesn't wish to have power and authority? Everyone wants to climb Mount Tai, don't think too inferior of yourself,"

Lady Yang's heart skipped a beat, he could read her like an open book.

The young master's words struck a chord within her, igniting a spark of defiance.

"Risk..." she murmured, her voice a re whisper.

"But what if I lose everything? My reputation, my position, my..." She trailed off, her eyes darting towards her unconscious husband.

She wasn't fully satisfied but her current life was more than fulfilling... She was the only woman in her husband's eyes, they had a son, they were sowhat inferential and powerful, but seeking more?

It is just pure just greed.

But greed is always alluring, a hypnotizing feeling that makes anyone wish to embrace it, a common sin.

Who isn't greedy? Absolutely no one, even Buddha was greedy during his early days, yet, Yang Su? she is just a woman who has so deep motives... How can she not be chanted by honey-coated words?

Her blood was boiling... However, taking a deep breath, she cald herself.

Lady Yang's deanor suddenly shifted, a flicker of iron beneath her soft exterior. She may be conflicted, but she wasn't that weak to be swayed by so flowery words.

"Young Master," she said slowly, her voice firm.

"I am not a piece of silk to be seduced with sweet words. There must be more to your proposition than what you've revealed. What are your true intentions for ?"

Bai Lung's lips quirked in a sly smile. He admired her courage, her refusal to be swayed by re honeyed words.

He leaned back, his gaze intent on hers

"Ah, Lady Yang, you are indeed perceptive. I expected no less. The truth..." He paused, choosing his words carefully.

"The truth is... I seek partners. Not just any partner, soone who can match my ambition, soone who can rise above the constraints of ordinary Dao life. But make no mistake, it's not you... " Bai Lung was brutally honest.

"However! I do see so potential in you, you can be a powerful ally and I can help you rise... It's a win-win for both of us," Saying that, he slides the empty cup in the middle.

"The talk ends here... If you are interested then visit tonight, since, I may have to stay here, also one last thing... I have crippled your son, which you don't know about,"

'Eh?'

She was flabbergasted, a monkey struck by a lightning strike.

She couldn't believe her ears... This young master crippled her son?

Lady Yang took a deep breath, her mind racing to grasp the situation. She steeled herself, straightening her spine to collect her scattered thoughts.

"My son..." she began, her voice firm but betraying an underlying note of anguish.

"He's just a child, barely about to step into the decimal period . What did he do to deserve such a fate?" she had not doubted his words at all.

However,

Bai Lung just gave a polite mocking smile, the next mont, everything was back to normal.

"Patriarch!" The butler cried, seeing the sign of the patriarch waking up.