Returning to the outer room of his own bedroom, after waiting for only ten minutes, he saw Benjamin arrive, drenched in sweat and carrying two plates.

Huh! How am I supposed to eat without a knife and fork? William Foster realized this oversight and went to look for a small knife.

But before he could search, his eyes landed on two utility knives placed on the plates.

Ha! Isn’t this underestimating the ingenuity of ancient laborers!

A teenager’s appetite is always big, and after three years of muddling through, William Foster’s stomach was practically roaring for meat.

The remaining, slightly smaller piece was placed on the other plate. William Foster said to Little White, “This piece is for you.”

Little White replied nervously, “Young master, I don’t dare.”

Only then did William Foster remember this was the wicked old society, so he frowned and said, “What, the young master can’t even command you now? Sit down and eat, quickly.”

After Little White sat down, trembling with fear, William Foster used chopsticks to hold down the beef and cut off a small slice with the knife, putting it into his mouth. With a gentle chew, the rich meat juices burst across his taste buds—truly delicious!

Little White was also so enticed by the tasty beef that she forgot all about social status, clumsily cutting the beef and squinting her eyes in enjoyment.

After finishing the meal, Little White’s little face was flushed as she cheerfully cleared the dishes and even brewed a cup of tea.

When evening came, after bathing, William Foster lay on the bed enjoying Little White’s service.

Soft breathing came from behind him, and the towel was rubbing through his long hair. Little White’s movements were a bit exaggerated, and every now and then, her just-budding chest would accidentally brush against the back of William Foster’s head.

This feeling was really quite nice!

After his hair was dried, William Foster lay in bed, ready to sleep. But after a while, the lamp was blown out by Little White, and then came the rustling sound of undressing, and a trembling body snuggled over.

The girl’s delicate body carried a faint fragrance and softness, making William Foster’s mind wander. But thinking of Grace Bolton, William Foster forced himself to say, “Little White, go sleep in your own bed.”

There was no response for a while, then Little White said aggrievedly, “Young master, I’ve always slept with you before. I’m not leaving.”

Little vixen! William Foster recalled a term—bedchamber maid!

The wicked old society! Such a young girl, and she was already assigned as a bedchamber maid!

No wonder William Foster had two maids, but only Little White was allowed into the bedroom—so that’s why!

“Then behave yourself!” The restless William Foster shamefully backed down.

“Pfft!” Little White, pressed up against William Foster, laughed, covering her mouth.

“No laughing!” If not for remembering that Little White was only thirteen, William Foster would have already turned into a hungry wolf and pounced.

Little White stopped laughing, only muttering, “Young master, are you going to see Miss Bolton again tomorrow?”

William Foster was counting sheep, and replied impatiently, “Of course I am. She’s your young master’s fiancée!”

Chapter 4: The Poor and Deep Affection

William Foster woke up, feeling a heaviness in his body. As he reached out, a girl’s soft moan came.

“Young master, let’s sleep a little longer!” As she spoke, Little White wriggled a bit. Early in the morning, the fiery Little William immediately sprang to life.

“Pa!”

After a crisp slap, Little White sleepily rubbed her little bottom and quickly got up.

After getting up a bit disheveled, William Foster first gulped down a bellyful of cold tea from the teapot, then, with Little White’s help, got dressed.

When Little White brought water for William Foster to wash his face, she also brought a willow twig.

“What’s this for?” William Foster looked at the water-soaked, swollen willow twig, examining it from all sides. Only after Little White demonstrated did he realize it was an ancient toothbrush.

With difficulty, he chewed the willow twig into fibers. William Foster asked helplessly, “Isn’t there a toothbrush?”

“Pfft!” Little White brushed her teeth very seriously. Once the fibers of the willow twig stuck out, it worked just like a toothbrush. After spitting out the rinse water, she bared her teeth, revealing a mouthful of shiny enamel, and said with a smile, “Young master, they sell pig bristle toothbrushes in the city, but the steward says they’re too expensive and won’t allow us to buy them.”

Pig bristles were a strategic material in those days, so of course they weren’t cheap.

William Foster spat out the salt water, looked at the battered willow twig in his hand, and shook his head. “No more of this tomorrow.”

“Then what will you use?” Little White asked William Foster with clear eyes.

“Tomorrow! The young master will have a toothbrush.” William Foster remembered there were plenty of daily necessities in the warehouse—surely there would be a toothbrush.

Thinking of the delicious beef from yesterday, Little White said happily, “Young master, who gave you that beef yesterday? Is there any left?”

William Foster was taken aback, then realized the issue. After a moment’s thought, he said, “Your young master has a friend who often goes overseas. Those foreign things aren’t rare.”

This excuse would do for now, but as time went on, William Foster would have to come up with another reason.

“If anyone asks, just say someone sent it, understand?” After saying this, William Foster went out into the courtyard. Looking at the big trees, he suddenly felt energized and started jogging around the yard.

When Jason Foster came to pay his respects, he saw Little White counting laps...