Chapter 30: As Expected, Shameless!

  Got it?

  Is this all right?

  This sentence made Xia Chuqi even more surprised than when he said he knew what she was thinking. She took a glance, and saw that the guy holding the Hetian white jade wine jug on the soft couch had a pair of cold eyes half-closed, this appearance made her suspect that he was talking nonsense.

  "Father, forgive me for speaking bluntly..."

  "Hmm?" His slightly drunken voice was as low as it could go, "Little slave, massage my feet."

  Hmph!

  A pair of turtle feet, what's there to pinch?

  He tilted the corner of his mouth, Xia Qi squatted down with a pretended melancholy look, put his clean feet on his legs, and obediently pushed and rubbed several acupoints he knew. He picked up the topic that had just been interrupted, "Could it be that you are the tapeworm in my stomach?"

  The two words "roundworm" were too depressing, he frowned, and his drinking motion stopped abruptly.

  "Wasn't it you who got your butt touched by a woman? Want to seek revenge and stir up trouble?"

  Such coarse words coming out of his noble mouth made Xia Chuyi's heart skip a beat again. But the dignified and elegant expression on his cold, hard face made her unable to get angry.

  "Oh, you even know about this little thing?"

  Naturally, he didn't utter a word.

  She didn't give up and asked again, "Hey, I'm asking you, did you arrange for that... legendary Shadow Guard to be by my side?"

  He gave her a faint glance, lazily raised an eyebrow, and enjoyed the foot massage service she provided, without any intention of responding.

  Talking to a big dumbbell is so annoying that it's infuriating.

  At the beginning of summer, on the seventh day, he pinched his foot heavily and said with a smile, "However, this time you really guessed wrong about me. Right, I do want to take care of foolish things, but that's just incidental. In my plan, more consideration is given to your interests."

  He slightly narrowed his eyes, "For me?"

  "For you." Xia Chuyi's serious face looked very sincere.

  The corners of his mouth tightened slightly, and Zhao Zhuo gave a faint command, "Speak."

  On the seventh day of summer, a delightful tongue-in-cheek smile, with an air of confidence, "This matter is long-winded to say, and in just a few words, I'm afraid your IQ might not be able to handle it for the time being. So, tomorrow I'll draft a detailed Pn for you, and when the time comes, one look will tell."

  A pair of profound and cold eyes stared at her for a moment, then he raised the hand that had held the white jade wine pot and gently rubbed her head, as if petting a small animal. A faint voice with a hint of wine aroma seemed to be infused with the fragrance of fine wine.

  "What is Pua Leng?"

  Pfft!

  Ignoring his strange tone and inquiring gaze, Xia Qiuyi playfully squeezed her eyes shut.

  That's exactly what she wanted.

  Famous books, famous paintings, famous songs... how many things with the word "fame" are beyond ordinary people's understanding? And what ordinary people don't understand is high-end, elegant and refined. Just like Zhao Zun doesn't understand her, he doesn't understand why she knows so much. Only then can Xia Chuyi have utilitarian value in his eyes on July 7th.

  People with value can live better.

  Coming out of the Jade Emperor's Pavilion, although he was eager in his heart, Xia Zhong thought about it and decided to go to Yuexi's house first. The previous incident had made him realize that Yuexi must have been unhappy. It is said that a county official is not as good as a current manager, and the jealousy of women has always been the most terrifying. If you can prevent something from happening on the first day of the month, you can't prevent it from happening on the fifteenth, so if Yuexi was unhappy, how could she be happy?

  When I entered the house, Yuè Yù was indeed still awake.

  However, her emotions were much calmer than imagined, or rather, she didn't care at all. She just pulled his hand, turned around and smiled to comfort him, and even gave him a gentle reminder before leaving.

  "Chu Qi, I'm sure you've also noticed that our master's temper is unpredictable. Ah, he likes it when you serve him in front of others, so just humor him a bit more. If master is happy and content, then our lives will be easier too, understand?"

  "Understood, thank you Sister Yue for taking care of Chu Qiuzi."

  Besides, she didn't dare say anything else, and could only force a smile before retreating.

  Writing that so-called plan book wasn't a difficult task for her; the difficulty lay in her being unaccustomed to writing with an ancient brush. After rewriting it several times, those unsightly characters still didn't quite match the grandiose title of her "Strategic Alliance Plan Book". But no matter what, half of the task was accomplished. As long as Zhao Zhu agreed tomorrow, she could take back the mirror and bring away the fool to earn some silver coins to buy a house and raise a little white face...

  The next day. The inn's courtyard.

  He looked at the paper several times, and Zhao Zun sat on the armchair with an unchanged face.

  "Is this your pancake?"

  Xia Zhiqi couldn't help but chuckle and nodded his head, standing beside his chair, pointing at several major topics on the plan book, and boastfully praised himself, "First step, please enter the pot... Next, second step, borrow momentum... Then, third step, kill and silence. These steps are neat and efficient, aren't they awesome?"

  Looking at those dense and crooked characters, Zhao Zun did not respond for a long time.

  His complexion was cool, gloomy and cold...

  This guy's logic is really hard to figure out.

  On the seventh day of summer, she observed his expression and added a little more oil.

  "Dad, as the saying goes, a soldier who doesn't want to be a general is not a good soldier. Don't you have any bigger aspirations for your future...hmm?"

  He curled his lips and gazed at her with a cold and distant look, still expressionless.

  She reached out and pinched his shoulder, rubbing it gently as she pulled him down with a crisp little voice, "Sir, you're keeping me here, aren't you just thinking of having me take care of your shoulders and feet? I understand your concerns. As they say, if the name is not correct, then the words are not smooth. In this plan, I'm coming up with a scheme for you, drawing a strategy, precisely to let you sit in that position - with a clear name and smooth words."

  As soon as her words fell, her wrist was tightened. With a sudden pull, she was dragged in front of him, and his gaze was deeper and more mysterious than ever before. Slowly, he stood up, his fingers pinched her chin and lifted it, a handsome face leaned down, and his shallow breath almost brushed against her face.

  "You think you understand me?"

  A magnified version of a handsome face in front of her, pressing down on Xia Chuqi's chest and making it hard for her to breathe.

  "It's not about understanding you, it's about understanding human nature."

  Throughout history, which prince did not want to be an emperor?

  As soon as her voice fell, Zhao Zhu released his hand. In the cold wind that came out of the wide sleeves, there was a light and shallow fragrance like grass, but the tone carried a thin layer of emotion that could be heard but couldn't be traced.

  "What's your condition?"

  "First, return my mirror. Second, set me free."

  "Article one: allowed. Article two..." He paused, gave her a cold glance and said coldly, "Not allowed."

  Hmph! This cheap person is indeed shameless. Can't bear the thought of her working for him for a lifetime?

  On the seventh day of summer, he ground his teeth and muttered in a low voice, "Damn old chicken!"

  "What did you say?"

  After a slight cough, Xiaoyi spat out some saliva and stuck out her tongue, "I say, hehehe, who do I think I am? You have such great charm, why would I want to leave?"

  Zhao Zun's eyes narrowed slightly, and he fell silent again.

  He grew cold and everything around him turned cold as well.

  In fact, Xia Qi has never thought of herself as timid. On the contrary, she is a brave girl.

  It's not clear how, but although Zhao Zun is exceptionally handsome, he wouldn't often put on a ferocious expression. However, when he gazes silently, his eyes are like the stars in the dark night - bright, cold, deep, and impenetrable, making her heart beat irregularly. And that intense, bloody, warlike, and murderous aura of the King of Hell would always leave her breathless.

  After a long time, when her heart was racing as if it was going to jump out of her throat, he finally called out with deep meaning.

  "Little Slave——"

  Her heart skipped a beat as she heard the shout, and she bit her lip and lifted her head.

  "Grandpa has agreed."

  Alas! Xia Qiqi let out a sigh of relief on her own.

  Why say it like this at first? Must you bluff people first?

  She looked at the cold and handsome guy with almost no expression, rubbed her nose a few times, and coughed lightly to remind him to continue discussing the plan below. But he not only didn't react, but also swung his sleeve, ready to burn it.

  "Hey... hey... hey..."

  She hastily grasped his sleeve, "Sir, this last item, didn't you see it?"

  "What?"

  He pointed to the end of the plan book and Xia Chiyi repeated it.

  "Project operating expenses. This, this, you know, can't do anything without money?"

  He slightly curled up the corners of his mouth, Zhao Zun seemed to have long been aware of it, and looked down at her eager eyes with a condescending attitude, putting on a "I fully believe in your personal ability" expression on his icy face that had been frozen for thousands of years, then said four words.

  "Figure it out yourself."

  Digression

  Thank you dear [Dream Lover is Jin Yu] auntie, promoted to Flower Knight! Mua mua da.

  Thank you dear [Zeng Feng Zhu] sister, promoted to advanced scholar! Muah muah.

  In addition, thank you to the girls for sending so many diamonds, which made Erjin rise to second place on the diamond chart.

  Wow! Under such cruel competition in the rankings, I can still make it to this list, and I feel... too, too, too grateful to be described.

  The only way is to work hard and write well, in order to thank everyone.

  Interview on the seventh day: what exactly did you do with "pū làn"?

  Nineteen Master: Ah, my little slave, born with a black heart.

  What a big game of chess!