Murong Xiao put down his spoon.

She looked at him with a soft, sweet gaze, her fox-like eyes both mischievous and alluring. Her coquettishness touched his heart, and he... was a little overwhelmed.

“If you drink this bowl of soup, I’ll let him come back.”

"Okay, you keep your word!" Xiang Jin picked up the bowl, took a sip, and immediately frowned.

"Oh my god, why does it smell so strongly of medicine? I'm not drinking it..."

Just as she was about to put down the bowl, Murong Xiao cast a sinister glance at her, and Xiang Jin quickly picked it up again, taking small sips, her brows furrowed...

That little expression… Murong Xiao raised an eyebrow.

"Madam, this medicinal diet is good for your health and has no side effects. It was specially ordered by the young master." Aunt Yang took Xiang Jin's bowl and filled it to the brim for her.

Xiang Jin looked at Murong Xiao: "...You really didn't poison me?"

Murong Xiao sipped his soup: "Then I'd have to die with you?"

Xiang Jin blurted out, "If you die, all your mistresses, Miss Fang and Miss Xiang, will be crying their eyes out. I probably won't even be able to rest in peace as a ghost."

Murong Xiao frowned: "What nonsense are you spouting? You've got some nerve."

Xiang Jin dared not speak.

He buried his head in his soup.

"Drink two bowls every day from now on, and stick to it for a week. If you can't do it, don't even think about bringing Butler Feng back."

Xiang Jin: "!!! Didn't you say one bowl? You're raising the price on the spot!"

"Then three bowls, or four bowls will do."

Xiang Jin panicked: "Two bowls it is, I'll drink them, okay? I can't get any more bloated."

Murong Xiao raised an eyebrow: "OK."