A dozen minutes later, Qin Ge drank the sweet rock sugar pear soup.
The sweetness spread between my lips and teeth, and even the restlessness that had been piling up in my heart because I hadn't slept well last night gradually dissipated.
The young man in white held a porcelain bowl, slowly taking a sip of rock sugar pear soup. His glassy eyes narrowed slightly with contentment, and his lips glistened with a faint sheen. His slender body sat casually on the chair, his posture nonchalant, like a lazy...cat.
The kind that's snow-white and beautiful.
Huo Beiyuan's eyes were deep as he thought to himself, "Keeping a cat in Jiyuan sounds... not bad."
At least, it has a touch more vibrant human energy.
Qin Ge slowly drank a few sips of rock sugar pear soup, and her mood unexpectedly improved a lot.
Nobody knew that Qin Ge, this aloof and powerful figure, actually had a sweet tooth.
While Qin Ge was having dessert, Aunt Yun served him breakfast: bacon toast, fried eggs, and milk. He didn't rush to eat, but unconsciously licked the remaining sweet pear juice from his lips, and looked up at Huo Beiyuan. "Master Huo, I need to go out to Jiyuan today to prepare some tools and medicines before I can begin treating you."
After saying that, Qin Ge himself twitched his lips first.
Tsk.
Is he reporting his itinerary to Huo Beiyuan?
...How do you act like a young wife reporting to her husband where she plans to go and what she plans to do today, as if seeking her husband's permission?
She's fussy and effeminate.
The next second, Qin Ge came to his senses, his face darkening slightly.
Ptooey!
What the hell is this wife and husband?!
Huo Beiyuan took a sip of black coffee. The extremely pure and strong bitter taste did not make the man frown. After putting down the coffee cup, he casually tapped his unresponsive knee a few times with his long, slender fingers with distinct knuckles, and said slowly, "You called me Uncle last night, how come you're calling me Master Huo today?"
Everyone in Jiyuan, including the housekeeper Aunt Yun, couldn't help but widen their eyes slightly upon hearing this, "..."
Is Master teasing Young Master Qin?
Qin Ge: "..."
No, Uncle Huo, there's something off about what you're saying.
It does have a bit of the feel of Princess Iron Fan's line in Stephen Chow's "A Chinese Odyssey": "When you used to watch the moon with me, you called me 'Sweetie'! Now that someone new has taken over, you call me 'Old Cow'!"
It seems to be saying—
Last night he was calling her his darling, but this morning, as soon as he got up and put on his pants, he turned his back on her.
Also, what it's called doesn't seem to be the point, does it?
Qin Ge wanted to remind him of the important point, so she only said one word, "Huo..."
"Just call me uncle." Huo Beiyuan interrupted the boy, his tone indifferent but leaving no room for argument.
"..." Qin Ge wondered if the villainous big boss had some kind of mental illness, insisting that people call him uncle.
However, it's just a title, and besides, the old pervert only wanted to hear him call him uncle, not to be his father.
So Qin Ge readily changed his address to "Uncle Huo".
The man's expression seemed to soften with pleasure, though it was unclear whether it was from the obedience shown by the boy who hadn't disobeyed him, or something else entirely...
A vague thought flashed through Qin Ge's mind—
This villain is... pretty easy to fool?
The boy cleared his throat and brought up the old topic again, saying, "Uncle, I have to go out today."
"Go ahead," Huo Beiyuan added. "Wherever you want to go, have Aunt Yun prepare a car for you."
You agreed so readily?
With a piece of fragrant buttered toast dangling from his mouth, Qin Ge blinked and said half-jokingly, "Uncle Huo, aren't you worried I'll take this opportunity to escape?"
He crashed into someone's limited-edition luxury car last night, but he still owes Huo Beiyuan, a creditor, more than two million yuan.
Huo Beiyuan's gaze was fixed on the young man, a slice of toast dangling from his mouth. His face, usually cold and handsome, now held a vibrant, lively quality. His eyes, like abysses, were fixed on him like a prison, a gaze that sent chills down one's spine.
"Children should not play with fire."
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