Qin Ge wants to be number 1.
But clearly, Huo Beiyuan isn't a zero either.
Therefore, victory or defeat can only be determined by winning or losing.
That's how Qin Ge gave herself away.
I'm quite unwilling to be suppressed.
However, despite his resentment, Qin Ge had no intention of backing out.
He's a gambler at heart.
…
Qin Ge couldn't remember how he got through the night. He only knew that when he woke up around noon the next day, his body was clean and refreshed, obviously having been carefully cleaned and treated with ointment.
Qin Ge's expression was subtle.
Then his face darkened.
He uttered a single word in a low voice.
"grass."
Huo Beiyuan, that scoundrel, has disappeared somewhere. Qin Ge lifted the covers and got out of bed. At first, her legs felt weak, but she could still walk, though her posture was a little awkward.
Qin Ge walked awkwardly and slowly downstairs to look for someone. Jiyuan was still empty, with only a slight noise coming from the kitchen.
The maids are on holiday today, so who's cooking?
With a hint of curiosity, the boy, dressed in a pure white bathrobe and wearing soft slippers, strolled lazily toward the kitchen.
As soon as I got closer, I saw a man who I always remembered wearing bespoke suits and shirts was dressed in a beige casual outfit, and even wearing an apron. He was holding a spatula and cooking like a professional.
Surprisingly, it even looks somewhat...cute?
Qin Ge nearly stumbled.
Fortunately, he managed to grab the door in time and didn't fall, otherwise Qin Ge had no doubt that he would have been in serious trouble.
The slight noise made the man turn his head. Seeing that it was Qin Ge, Huo Beiyuan's thin lips curved into a smile, clearly in a good mood. "Awake?"
Looking at the man, whose handsome features seemed to have absorbed all the vital energy and radiated a demonic glow, Qin Ge felt a slight pang of sadness, thinking: 'Is this the difference between being a top and being a bottom?'
Anyway, he felt completely drained, and his body ached all over.
Looking at Huo Beiyuan, he was in an exceptionally good state today, and it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that he was radiant. He had changed into a white casual outfit that was different from his previous style. He didn't look like the famous Huo family patriarch who was feared by both the underworld and the legitimate world. Instead, he looked like a handsome male college student.
...I felt even more heartbroken.
Qin Ge didn't give the man a friendly look, only giving a faint "hmm".
Who told him to be so indecent last night? He had already told them to stop, but when this person carried him into the bathroom to wash him, they did it all over again.
Thinking of the passionate and alluring moments in his hazy state last night, Qin Ge's face, which he had been trying so hard to keep under control, couldn't help but flush with a vibrant red. He coughed slightly, didn't look at the man, walked closer, glanced at what was simmering in the casserole, and asked, "What is this?"
"Codonopsis and chicken soup, for you to nourish your body." Huo Beiyuan answered while touching Qin Ge's forehead with his other hand. "Why is your face so hot? Do you have a fever?"
He had heard that it was easier to feel physically weak after the first time.
Qin Ge: "..."
Qin Ge slapped the man's hand away expressionlessly. "You're the one with a fever. You're just a little hot."
She then questioned the pot of ginseng chicken soup he had stewed, saying, "Have you ever cooked before? Is this even safe to drink? You're not trying to poison me, are you?"
Huo Beiyuan knew he had gone a bit too far, so he assumed the boy's strange behavior was due to physical and mental discomfort. He silently endured the boy's resentment and explained without getting angry.
"Although it was my first time cooking, all the ingredients were prepared before being delivered to ensure they were fresh and clean. I followed Aunt Yun's remote instructions for adding the ingredients and spring water in every step of the soup-making process, so it should be safe to drink and won't kill anyone."
His voice was slow and deliberate, carrying a deep and lingering quality.
Huo Beiyuan looked up at Qin Ge, his pupils as deep as the night, yet filled with tiny starlight, reflecting the boy's image.
He said.
"Besides, how could your uncle bear to poison you, my darling?"
Qin Ge, "..."
Qin Ge lost.
His snow-white earlobes, hidden among his black hair, were a deep, almost blood-red, yet he stubbornly maintained his composure and said, "Uncle Huo, you really should take a good look at yourself in the mirror right now. The way you look—"
"How dare you call yourself uncle?"
Huo Beiyuan raised an eyebrow. "What?"
After standing for a long time, her legs felt a little sore and weak. Qin Ge leaned against the glass platform, her body swaying slightly, before saying, "Your face is even whiter than a pretty boy's."
People would believe he's a male college student.
Huo Beiyuan smiled slightly. "Baby, can I take that as a compliment?"
"..." Qin Ge countered, "What do you think?"
"Let's just call it a compliment."
Qin Ge snorted, "Trying to look young."
Huo Beiyuan replied, "My boyfriend is so young, so I can't be too old. I need to dress up occasionally to match you."
Qin Ge: "..."
grass.
He admitted—
I've been flirted with!
In fact, Huo Beiyuan is not old at all. At 27, he is at the most mature and charming age for a man, let alone Huo Beiyuan, who is worth hundreds of billions.
As the head of the Huo family, he usually leans towards a distinguished business style, but Huo Beiyuan is willing to wear youthful and age-reducing casual clothes, just to... look more compatible with him.
Qin Ge felt a gentle tap on a certain part of her heart, and it softened uncontrollably.
The boy tried to keep his fair and delicate face indifferent, but his ears were burning red and his mind was racing. Did all men become so good at... sweet talk after... that?
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