GBP Chapter 174 A Gift from the Lovers
Chapter 174 A Gift from the Lovers
Chapter 174 Valentine's Day Gift
The night was deep and quiet on the tombstone hill. The 101 Manor was peaceful and pleasant. Only one window on the first floor of the villa had a faint light shining through it.
Zhuo Yang was cultivating. The room was pitch black, with only moonlight illuminating a patch of floor in front of the window. With each long breath he took, the shadow of the curtains on the floor swayed slightly.
With a muffled thud, Zhuo Yang's eyes widened, and he dashed out of the room.
Silently, he arrived downstairs and immediately noticed a faint light shining through the crack under the kitchen door.
"A thief broke in?" Zhuo Yang frowned slightly.
Zhuo Yang was puzzled because his sixth sense did not detect any obvious hostility or murderous intent. He then used his demonic eyes to see through the wooden door.
Inside the kitchen, a slender figure in pajamas was using a pot lid to draw out the steam. Something was simmering on the stove, steam rising, but the range hood wasn't on, filling the kitchen with moisture.
"Huang Jiaxin? What's that brat up to in the middle of the night?" Zhuo Yang was increasingly puzzled. He checked the time; it was only four in the morning.
He quietly approached the kitchen doorway and continued to use his demonic eyes to see through things.
Huang Jiaxin looked nervous and tiptoed as she placed the pot lid on the table, then threw the seasonings into the pot, her face full of happiness.
Cooking in the middle of the night?
Zhuo Yang was increasingly confused and was about to leave when suddenly his brow furrowed. He saw Huang Jiaxin take out a yellow paper packet and, with a chuckle, put it into the pot.
"Poisoned?"
His face turned cold; Zhuo Yang hadn't expected Huang Jiaxin to poison the food...
Feeling somewhat disappointed and even more disheartened, Zhuo Yang began to doubt his own judgment. After more than 20,000 years of experience, he still couldn't see the true value in a woman.
Perhaps Huang Jiaxin had her reasons? Had the enemy taken control of her family and forced her to poison herself?
After thinking for a while, Zhuo Yang took a deep breath and pushed open the kitchen door.
boom!
The door slammed heavily against the wall, breaking the doorstop behind it.
"ah!"
Huang Jiaxin screamed in fright, dropping the yellow paper package in her hand. She hurriedly picked it up, hid it behind her back, and looked fearfully toward the door.
"Master, wake up! Did I make a noise that disturbed you?" She looked very embarrassed, but her eyes were becoming increasingly flustered.
Zhuo Yang gazed at her, walked in step by step, and stood in front of her.
"Master, what... are you going to do?" Huang Jiaxin swallowed hard, forced a few laughs, and lowered her head, not daring to meet his eyes.
Zhuo Yang forcefully grabbed her chin, forcing her to look up, and asked with a half-smile, "Cooking in the middle of the night?"
"No... um..." Huang Jiaxin blushed instantly, her body went limp from Zhuo Yang's domineering manner, and her mouth uttered incoherently.
"It's four in the morning. I'm not some landlord Huang Shiren, why would I make you get up this early to cook?" Zhuo Yang said expressionlessly, taking a deep sniff. "Beef soup...soup in the morning is very nourishing!"
Huang Jiaxin closed her eyes tightly and said in a trembling voice, "The old lady said that the master likes to drink soup, so I got up early to make soup."
"Then what did you add to the soup?" Zhuo Yang sneered.
Huang Jiaxin's body trembled instantly, her eyes widened, and her cheeks flushed crimson. "Master, you... you found out?"
"Of course!" Zhuo Yang took a deep breath, not wanting to waste any time, squatted down, picked up a little powder from the yellow paper packet, and smelled it under his nose.
Um? ?
It's not poisonous!
Zhuo Yang's domineering expression froze, and he couldn't figure out what had happened even after thinking for a long time.
Huang Jiaxin stared blankly at Zhuo Yang, then suddenly understood what he meant. She gave a bitter laugh: "Master, did you think I poisoned the soup?"
"Yes!" Zhuo Yang nodded readily. "I misunderstood you. I'm sorry!"
Huang Jiaxin didn't expect Zhuo Yang to be so direct, which made her anger, which was rising in her head, immediately back down, and she couldn't vent it at all.
Overwhelmed with grievance, her eyes reddened, and she lowered her head and began to cry.
"Eh, eh..."
Zhuo Yang was at a loss. He couldn't stand seeing girls cry, especially pretty girls, because he didn't know how to comfort them.
Seeing that Huang Jiaxin was crying even harder and was squatting on the ground crying, Zhuo Yang gritted his teeth, forcefully pulled her up, and hugged her in his arms.
“I am upright and honest, and I do not lie. I do suspect that you poisoned me, so I am very disappointed and think I have misjudged you.”
"But... what exactly did you put in the soup?"
If this issue isn't explained clearly, Zhuo Yang feels like he's being scratched by a cat; he's really upset!
Huang Jiaxin was stunned, staring up at Zhuo Yang with her mouth agape, unable to react.
Weren't you trying to comfort me? Why did you skip that part?
Even straight men shouldn't act like this, right?
Feeling utterly frantic, with tears still streaming down her face, Huang Jiaxin gritted her teeth and forced out a voice through clenched teeth: "Please let me go, Mr. Zhuo!"
"I won't let you go until you tell me!" Zhuo Yang raised an eyebrow and stared domineeringly into her eyes.
Huang Jiaxin's cheeks flushed again. Suppressing the strange feeling in her heart, she turned her head away and said, "I'm just your employee. Your current behavior is harassing me!"
"Believe it or not, I'll promote you from housekeeper to concubine." Zhuo Yang grabbed Huang Jiaxin's chin and forced her head to face him.
Huang Jiaxin stared blankly at Zhuo Yang, her mouth agape, completely bewildered.
When a boss promotes an employee, he should at least promote them step by step. A housekeeper and a concubine are not on the same level, are they?
"Tell me what you put in the soup, or you'll be subjected to severe torture!" Zhuo Yang smiled fiercely, his large hand around Huang Jiaxin's waist sliding down.
"My family's secret recipe, to nourish the kidneys and enhance male virility!" Huang Jiaxin panicked and shouted loudly.
Then the two of them froze, one lowering her head shyly, the other looking astonished.
"You think I need to replenish my kidneys?" Zhuo Yang was both amused and exasperated, raising his eyebrows as he looked at Huang Jiaxin. "You still don't understand the difference between a cultivator and an ordinary person?"
The secret formulas that are used by mortals are useless for cultivators!
Huang Jiaxin actually nodded, and said very seriously, "The other day, the old lady mentioned you. She noticed that your complexion wasn't good, like you had kidney deficiency. She said it must be because you were doing too much with your girlfriend. She told me to give you some tonics when I had time, so I thought I'd use a family secret recipe to nourish your kidneys..."
His voice trailed off, his face flushed red, and he was too embarrassed to continue.
"Which eye of yours saw me indulging in excessive pleasure?" Even with the demeanor of a demon lord, Zhuo Yang almost couldn't hold back. Seriously, his mother's eyesight is terrible.
"I'm sorry, I... I just think you should take some supplements," Huang Jiaxin said, not daring to look at Zhuo Yang, taking a deep breath. "Besides... besides, today is Qixi Festival, you might go back to see your girlfriend, and if you have insufficient kidney energy, your girlfriend will dislike you!"
Tanabata?
Zhuo Yang was stunned by Huang Jiaxin's words.
What kind of girl would worry that a man will have kidney deficiency on Valentine's Day? Aside from his mother, probably no one else.
Huang Jiaxin is concerned about her health, and her actions are completely pure...
What a wonderful and gentle woman!