Sophie in the Time of Secrets Chapter 2

The famous Major General Yong, he knew Ethan Yong, but Ethan Yong didn't know him. There were countless rumors about this Major General Yong. He was a man with many female confidantes and a lover of flowers. He was also cruel and ruthless, and had done sensational things.

When his mother was washing clothes for him, the person Caleb Zhou was talking to was Shirley Chen. He didn't know that he had accidentally offended the thorny Rose. Behind the rose was a fierce tiger. Shirley Chen wanted to cuckold Ethan Yong, and she chose him as a scapegoat.

Shirley Chen apologized to him on the phone. Major General Yong already knew his name and asked him to be careful recently and maybe go abroad to avoid the limelight.

Caleb Zhou's father was a German nobleman who was in decline, and his mother was a socialite. Although he seemed to have a good family background and was very prosperous, he was a playboy. He had been away from home for many years. When he returned from studying abroad, the head of the family looked down on his ridiculous elder brother and only allocated money every month to let him continue to squander, and they rarely met.

This time, he had provoked Major General Yong, which was clearly a disaster, and his elder brother might not be willing to protect him. Caleb Zhou only hoped that Shirley Chen was not that important in Major General Yong's heart, and hoped that he would let him go because the Zhou family had also contributed a little to Governor Yong.

He was in fear for some time and canceled all dates with his female confidantes.

On weekdays, only the mother came to clean and enter his house. Caleb Zhou was a playboy by nature, loved to play, and loved to wear fluffy skirts, long fragrant hair, and honey-like lipstick. Now that he could not see anyone else and could only hear the only female mother calling him "sir", Mr. Zhou was in great pain.

He felt like Apollo without the sun, he could no longer be bright, handsome, or happy. Caleb Zhou was extremely narcissistic. When he was trapped at home, he would look in the mirror from time to time. The only good-looking face he could see was his own.

So everything went smoothly, and all the odds and ends in his big cupboard were taken out as new things, as if the warmth and scent of those beautiful and passionate ladies were still lingering on them.

At first, it was just for fun. He was in the bedroom with the curtains drawn, leaving only the small light beside the bed on. He smeared the lipstick on his lips. When he was young, he once hugged a pretty servant and hid in a remote courtyard at home, K!ssing her mouth full of light powder. He didn't know it, and went to the table to eat with his lips moist and red. Later, he was punished by his mother to kneel in the ancestral hall. Now that no one can control him and he can't steal the beauty, he smears a lipstick on his lips to comfort himself.

Caleb Zhou had a very noble appearance, with thin eyebrows and long eyes, which were inherited from his mother. Only the color of his eyes was different from that of ordinary people. Blue was the majority, with smoky gray mixed with a not-very-pure blue. The color of a woman's face did not look too strange. Caleb Zhou touched his face and thought it was really lovely.

He tried lipstick and nail polish. His pale instep, which had not seen the sun for many years, and his thin toes were painted with layers of light pink. The stockings and lace buttons made his legs itch.

Caleb Zhou's heart was beating fast. He was wearing a crescent-white nightgown, holding up the hem of his robe, and turned around in front of the mirror to look at himself. The half-yellow, half-red light was sticking to the outline of his body, his stockings covered his knees, and his straight legs were like a layer of fog, making it difficult to see clearly.

Caleb Zhou, who had had enough fun, took a handkerchief and wiped off the lipstick on his lips. However, he didn't wipe it clean enough, and the residual red was blurred at the corners of his mouth. He put the handkerchief aside and planned to remove the lace ring that fixed the stockings that made him itchy.

He sat on the brown leather chair with his back to the bedroom door, found a random fulcrum for his feet, and was about to take off his clothes.

At this time, the door was directly pushed open by two soldiers, and light shone in from the wide-open door. Caleb Zhou raised his hand to block the light. In his peripheral vision, a tall man walked in, his footsteps sounded firm and unbridled.

The man was in a graceful and elegant manner, holding a long whip in his gloves, and casually touching the brim of his hat with his index finger, looking around the room and the man. When Caleb Zhou adjusted to the light, he could see the man's appearance clearly, and the pair of eyes that made him panic, it was his enemy, Major General Yong.

Caleb Zhou calmly put away his legs and pulled his robe down, his legs slightly shivering as if he wanted to hide. He turned his head and said with his back to the visitor: "I'm afraid it's against the rules for you to trespass into my house like this, sir."

His hand casually groped around among the scattered things on the table, knocked over the metal iron rose lipstick can, and stretched his fingers randomly across the wrinkled handkerchief until he touched an iron box. As if to reassure himself, he hastily pulled the iron box in front of him, and his sleeve swept the nail polish off. The uncapped bottle shook and tilted down. The paint was light pink, mixed with light red.

The liquid stretched out in a sticky stream along the tabletop, rolling slowly along the edge. A few drops splashed onto the floor, landing on the silk stockings covering the trembling ankles, creating a shallow splash of water.

He took a cigarette out of the iron box, and with trembling fingers, he held it between his fingers and put it in his mouth. Caleb Zhou kept his eyes down until the tall military officer walked up to him. Someone behind him turned on the light, and the room suddenly became bright. Caleb Zhou closed his eyes subconsciously, and then slowly opened them. He saw the man in front of him clearly again, so he opened his gray-blue eyes, held the cigarette holder in his mouth, and forced a stiff and flattering smile.

The man made a gesture, and the two people behind him retreated and closed the door. Ethan Yong looked around his room with his hands folded, and sat down on the only bed in the room very naturally. The carved mahogany bed board was covered with many layers of cotton core, and it sank in as soon as you sat on it. It was quite soft. There was a heart-shaped jade snuff bottle on the bedside table, inlaid with a circle of silver.

Caleb Zhou is a very enjoyable person, and the materials used in it are expensive. Ethan Yong picked up the snuff bottle and took a light puff. As if chatting, the man's voice was low and deep: "The man in Shirley's room that night was you."

Caleb Zhou lit a cigarette with a match, pretending to be calm, he folded his hands and took a few puffs, thinking about how to get out of this situation. Soon, he felt a gaze lingering around his legs. Caleb Zhou held the cigarette and changed his posture. The side of his robe slipped down from his legs, revealing the stockings underneath.

The half-hidden things were now exposed in the open. Caleb Zhou was a man who didn't care much about his reputation and was very flexible. This was also the reason why he was able to get into trouble several times and still be safe and sound.

He smiled, thinking about the actors he had seen before, and said with a bit of flattery: "Although it is true, Master Yong, you don't have to worry. I... don't like women, really."

Ethan Yong sat at the head of the bed, his eyes fell on his stockings, and then slowly moved up to Caleb Zhou's face. His skin was extremely white, and his lipstick was not wiped off. He had a man's frame, but it was well-proportioned. His nightgown was not worn neatly, and a small corner of the lace on his chest, legs, and garter stockings on his waist and H!ps was exposed. Some men are lewd, and they don't even know it.

Caleb Zhou felt uncomfortable being stared at like that. He put out his cigarette, and as if to save himself, he pulled his legs back and tightened his robe. The fabric stretched tight around his legs, gathered at his knees, and formed a bunch of crowded folds. Then Ethan Yong pulled out his gun and pointed it at him as if he was joking.

Subconsciously, Caleb Zhou held onto the chair and stood up to run. At this time, his instinctive fear took over, and he ran to the door regardless of anything. As soon as his hand touched the cold door handle, the next moment, the hand wearing a white glove behind him covered the lock first. It clicked and locked. Caleb Zhou only had time to touch the glove, the fabric was a bit rough.

Caleb Zhou pulled his hand back, but was held down from behind. He pressed against the door, holding it with his hands to support his body. Caleb Zhou gasped with difficulty, and the edge of his face, soaked with sweat, was shining.

The gun was pressed against his face, and the cold muzzle of the gun slowly slid across every inch of his trembling skin. The sense of crisis made Caleb Zhou's head tense and ached. Until the gun penetrated his white robe and covered his legs, it slowly lifted up his robe like lifting the red veil of a bride. The complete black lace garter that was wrapped around his waist was completely exposed.