Chapter 113: Broken Throat

Dusk slowly fell, and atop the undulating sea waves shone the brilliant lights of a yacht.

And on the boat, Chu Yi got a solid taste of what it meant to live like a feudal lord.

"Go cut me a fruit platter."

"Come on, dance for brother. What's with the clothes? Just dance in this; I want that kind of hopping and jumping dance."

"You, go make some more lobster. With skills like yours, what are you doing idling around if not cooking?"

...

In the dining area, Chu Yi sat sprawled on the recliner, ordering Ji Dong's friends around with great authority.

What's called seething with silent rage? That was them.

If Ji Dong hadn't been beside them with a darkened face, aiding and abetting, they would have flipped the table long ago.

You get a bit of sunshine and really start seeing yourself as a slave owner?

Unfortunately for them, one and all depended on Ji Dong's household for their livelihood. They dared not offend Chu Yi but didn't dare to offend Ji Dong either.