Just as Qin Xiao had begun to digest the grand vision of future technology in his mind and was preparing to set off with Long Aobing to the Song family to give his future "father-in-law" a "surprise," the doorbell rang at an inopportune moment.
Long Aobing was excitedly planning how to make a fool of Ye Chen when she was interrupted. She pouted in dissatisfaction and said, "Who is it? Why did they have to come at this time of year?"
Qin Xiao gestured for her to calm down and went to open the door.
Two strikingly beautiful women with contrasting styles stood gracefully at the entrance. One was a dashing and spirited policewoman, Shen Xingling, with long legs and a G-cup bust. Though dressed in casual clothes, her stunning figure and capable demeanor were still undeniable. The other appeared somewhat aloof, with fair skin, delicate features, and a hint of detachment and weariness in her eyes. This was Song Zhixue, the eldest daughter of the Song family.
"Officer Shen? Miss Song?" Qin Xiao was slightly surprised. "What's going on here...?"
Shen Xingling, quick to speak, pulled Song Zhixue inside and slipped into the room herself, glancing warily outside before closing the door: "Qin Xiao, it's urgent! I've seen what you gave me at the last martial arts tournament! You're quite the informant!"
Qin Xiao raised an eyebrow. He had given Shen Xingling some clues about the underground forces Ye Chen might be involved with and some suspicious financial flows, intending for her to pay more attention. He didn't expect them to come in handy so quickly.
Shen Xingling continued, "I immediately had someone keep an eye on the Song family. Sure enough, after Ye Chen was released from the police station, he went straight to the Song family! Song Zhixue's money-grubbing father, Song Tianxiong, actually planned to marry Zhixue to that bastard Ye Chen in exchange for the three worthless medicine prescriptions he had!"
She became increasingly angry as she spoke, her chest heaving. Long Aobing, who was standing next to her, subconsciously puffed out her chest, as if she didn't want to lose face.
“Zhixue didn’t want to, so Song Tianxiong tried to force her. I couldn’t stand it, so I helped her escape from home!” Shen Xingling patted Song Zhixue’s shoulder, looking like a big sister protecting her little sister.
Qin Xiao scratched his head; this plot development was truly...unexpected. He looked at Song Zhixue: "So, I understand why Officer Shen helped you run away from home. But coming here to me...what's the meaning of this?"
Song Zhixue had remained silent until now, when she finally raised her clear, cold eyes to look at Qin Xiao. Her tone was calm and even, yet carried an undeniable firmness: "Mr. Qin, I do not wish to be protected by you for nothing. From today onwards, I will take care of all the housework, meals, and health checkups and basic medical services for everyone in your household. But I have one condition: certain men... please do not harbor any improper thoughts about me. Thank you."
As she spoke, her gaze lingered on Qin Xiao's face for a moment, then glanced at Long Aobing beside him, the meaning of which was self-evident.
"Pfft!" Long Aobing, who had been sympathizing with Song Zhixue's plight, was instantly enraged upon hearing this. She stepped forward, hands on her hips, chin slightly raised, like a little hen asserting her dominance. "Hey, can't you talk properly? Who's having designs on you? Look in the mirror! My husband is surrounded by beauties, and I'm so much prettier than you, and my figure is way better than yours. Why would he even look at a cold, wooden block like you?"
As Long Aobing spoke, she deliberately puffed out her impressive assets and glared at Song Zhixue in a defiant manner.
Song Zhixue frowned slightly at her sharp retort, but her good upbringing prevented her from directly cursing. She simply snorted coldly, turned her head away, and adopted a haughty demeanor that said, "I can't be bothered to argue with you."
Shen Xingling, watching from the sidelines, felt a headache coming on and quickly tried to smooth things over: "Oh dear, we're all family here, let's not ruin the harmony. Zhixue is just straightforward, she doesn't mean any harm."
Qin Xiao also found it somewhat amusing. These two women, one fiery and direct, the other aloof and proud, were quite interesting together.
"Ahem," Qin Xiao cleared his throat, breaking the slightly awkward atmosphere, "Since Miss Song has put it that way, then I shall accept. We happen to be short of someone to cook at home, and... well, a private doctor sounds like a good idea too."
As soon as he finished speaking, Song Zhixue nodded slightly: "I'll prepare dinner." After saying that, she went straight to the kitchen, looking decisive and efficient, as if she wanted to prove her worth immediately.
Long Aobing pursed her lips and muttered under her breath, "Pretending to be something they're not, who knows what kind of culinary disaster they'll create."
An hour later, when Song Zhixue came out carrying several plates of "carefully prepared" dishes, the three people in the living room fell silent.
On the plate, the greens were burnt yellow, the tofu was black, and the fish pieces had an indescribable burnt smell, with traces of carbonization on the edges.
Long Aobing was the first to burst out laughing, pointing at the dark, gooey mess on the plate: "Hey Chef Song, is this... an impressionist abstract painting? Or performance art? Are you sure this is for human consumption? Grilled live fish?"
Even Shen Xingling, who always defended Song Zhixue, had a twitching mouth and an expression that was hard to describe.
Song Zhixue's cheeks instantly flushed bright red, from her ears all the way down to her neck. Looking at the "results" of her hour-long effort, and then at the varied expressions on everyone's faces, she wished she could disappear into the ground. She had studied medicine since childhood and was very knowledgeable about medicinal herbs and pharmacology, but when it came to everyday matters, she was truly... clueless.
Seeing her embarrassed expression, Qin Xiao chuckled inwardly, shook his head, and said gently, "I appreciate Miss Song's kindness, but as for your cooking skills... it seems there's still a lot of room for improvement. I'll do it today."
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