Wang Baozhu was extremely hungry and ate quickly, but having been taught etiquette since childhood, she was not rude even in her haste.
Niu Tianbao stared at her face, growing fonder the more he looked. She was a daughter of wealth, someone he wasn't even qualified to carry shoes for in the past, yet now she had fallen to the status of a reviled illegitimate daughter, eating the food he bought and wearing his mother's old clothes in his small courtyard.
Her skin was delicate and tender beneath the coarse sackcloth, with traces of bruising still visible.
Niu Tianbao squinted his sleazy little eyes, a lewd glint flashing through them.
He couldn't help but blurt out, "Miss Baozhu, it seems you had quite a wild time with the Western Region Prince last night; even the marks he left on your neck are visible. Was the prince's 'endowment' particularly impressive?"