Just then, the door suddenly opened, and Luo Jingxuan walked in.

Uh?

Seeing Luo Jingxuan enter unexpectedly, Ye Luo’s expression revealed a hint of unease, while her eyes glanced somewhere, her pretty face turning red as she quickly said, "I’m here to learn the nobility etiquette."

Then, with a snap, the door closed, leaving Ye Luo somewhat astonished, not understanding what had just happened. His gaze, however, involuntarily shifted to below himself.

Damnit, why be such a letdown!

Ye Luo had a face that looked like he was about to cry but had no tears.

Alas, life is really about pain and pleasure together...

After calming himself down, Ye Luo left the room and began to learn a full set of nobility etiquette under Luo Jingxuan.

But after half a day, Ye Luo was on the verge of collapse.

God damn, who knew being the young master of the Ye Family would entail learning so many useless things. It’s completely ridiculous. Aren’t supposed to just know how to eat, drink, have fun, drive sports cars, and pick up beautiful women, living the life of a profligate son? This is nothing like I imagined. If I had known, I wouldn’t have accepted this task.

Ye Luo collapsed onto the sofa, looking at Luo Jingxuan who stood before him with a face of helplessness.

"I say, beauty, can we not learn this stuff anymore? It’s totally useless," he said.

"As the Ye Family was once one of the four great families of Zhonghai, the young master must understand these nobility etiquettes so others won’t doubt your identity," she replied.

"Alright, next, we learn how to dance like the nobility."

As Luo Jingxuan spoke, she put on a gentle piece of music and said to Ye Luo, "Let’s begin."

Faced with having to learn how to dance, Ye Luo was speechless. Although he considered himself a genius, he was certainly not all-talented.

But remembering that the task was assigned to him by the old man, he resigned himself to it.

"One hand around my waist, and the other holding my hand, follow my steps," she instructed.

"Oh? This could be interesting!" When Ye Luo heard that a great beauty was going to be his dance partner and teach him, his gloom vanished. After all, such dances allowed for close contact.

Luo Jingxuan started teaching Ye Luo how to dance. He watched the beautiful woman who was within arm’s reach, his gaze moving as one hand rested on her slender, soft waist and the other took her left hand. They began to move to the music together.

However, it was evident that Ye Luo had never before encountered this type of nobility’s social dance. Several times he failed to keep rhythm, stepping directly on Luo Jingxuan’s foot, causing her eyebrows to furrow tightly.

Smack!

This time, perhaps because Ye Luo applied too much force, Luo Jingxuan’s eyes immediately showed a hint of pain, and the foot she had stepped on pointed sharply, already swelling.

"I’m so sorry, I..."

Ye Luo’s face showed an embarrassed expression.

"It’s alright," she said.

Luo Jingxuan wasn’t angry, instead sitting down on the sofa with Ye Luo’s help, looking at her swollen foot with an expression of pain.

"I know some medical techniques. Let me give you a massage; it will heal quickly," Ye Luo offered.

Luo Jingxuan was hesitant, naturally, as she had never let any man touch her feet before, and she was somewhat at a loss for what to do.

But Ye Luo took the initiative and lifted up her swollen foot, smiling and saying, "You’re my aunt after all, so massaging your feet shouldn’t matter."

Luo Jingxuan’s small foot was round and smooth, of a nice size, with ten cute toes painted with red nail polish, looking shiny and pretty. The touch was soft, feeling quite unusual.

A woman’s most attractive features to a man include her face, chest, and derriere. However, even more men have a special fondness for a woman’s feet.

Luo Jingxuan’s feet were indeed very beautiful, although at the moment her right foot was somewhat swollen and flawed.

Watching Ye Luo hold her small foot in his palm, her cheeks began to blush as she softly spoke up, "What are you looking at?"

"Oh, I’m admiring a work of art."

Ye Luo said with a smile at the corner of his mouth, then began to massage her foot, channeling the Nine Yang True Qi from within his body into the sole of her foot.

Mmm... Ah...

Immediately, Luo Jingxuan felt a gentle and comfortable sensation in her soles, as if an electric current was passing through her body. It was, indeed, very comfortable.

She had thought it would be the kind of unbearable pain one experiences during a foot massage.

After a while of massaging and the influence of the Nine Yang True Qi, Luo Jingxuan’s swollen foot quickly subsided and returned to normal.

"There, how does it feel now?"

Ye Luo looked at Luo Jingxuan, whose cheeks were now tinged with red, exuding a unique charm. Her slightly hazy eyes caused Ye Luo’s heart to flutter.

However, Luo Jingxuan soon recovered and quickly said, "Oh, it seems like the pain is gone."

She then stood up, moved around a bit, and indeed there was no more pain. She felt much lighter overall, without any fatigue.

"All right, let’s continue dancing. But this time, you can’t step on me again."

Luo Jingxuan instructed Ye Luo with a glance.

Perhaps Ye Luo had a moment of clarity, or maybe Luo Jingxuan’s reminder had an effect, but Ye Luo didn’t step on her foot again.

Moreover, after more than an hour of practice, Ye Luo had successfully mastered the basic steps of the dance, making rapid progress.

Ah, it seems I’m not just a genius, but a jack of all trades!

Ye Luo chuckled narcissistically.

"What, I know, I’ll be there right away."

At that moment, Yan Ling walked out of the room, her expression somber.

"What’s wrong, Sister Yan?"

Luo Jingxuan’s eyes turned toward Yan Ling and she couldn’t help but ask.

"There’s some trouble at the bar, a bunch of thugs have shown up! I’m going to deal with it."

Yan Ling spoke up.

"Thugs, you say? Then I’m going with Sister Yan," Ye Luo burst out.

"What do you want to come along for?" Luo Jingxuan looked at Ye Luo with questioning eyes.

"Of course, I’m going to be the gallant protector. How could I let Sister Yan, a lady as delicate as a flower, deal with a bunch of thugs? This is a job for a righteous and upstanding young man like me."

Ye Luo spoke with a sense of valiant justice.

"Okay, little brother, well said. Come with your sister. You have to protect me, alright?"

Yan Ling’s red lips curved slightly, a smile gracing her face as she looked at Ye Luo.

Ye Luo drove a red sports car, and out of concern for the bar, he drove very fast.

In less than ten minutes, the car stopped outside the Charming Beauty Bar.