Chapter 36 The Greedy and Vicious Nanny 14
The fried egg was brought to Xie Rong's lips, but Xie Rong remained silent, her face cold and pale.
He has 55 million on him now, who wants to eat a one-dollar egg?
Lu Chengjin is underestimating him too much, treating him like a poor wretch!
"What's wrong?" Lu Chengjin frowned.
Xie Rong gripped her chopsticks, picked up the fried egg, and shoved it into Lu Chengjin's mouth, coldly saying, "You can eat it yourself. All you can eat is this cheap stuff."
Lu Chengjin ignored the oil splattered on his chin, swallowed it silently, and understood.
His little nanny... no, she's now his fiancée, is throwing a little tantrum at him.
The book says that a wife's affectation and temper are all forms of coquetry, and are the sweetness in married life.
Although he initially impersonated Lu Chengjun, stole Xie Rong, and kissed Xie Rong all to get revenge on them, he actually felt a sweet feeling at this moment.
“What do you want to eat? I’ll make it,” Lu Chengjin said.
Xie Rong glanced at him sideways: "You've already sent your brother to a sanatorium, shouldn't you go back to school?"
"You find me annoying?" Lu Chengjin's eyes darkened. "Last night was only our first time."
"It's yours, not mine," Xie Rong yawned, got out of bed, and went to the bathroom to wash up.
Lu Chengjin followed behind, staring at him in the mirror in front of the sink, "You and my brother, did it?"
But that's not right.
Every time Lu Chengjun came to see Xie Rong, he would stand outside the door, peeking through the crack, and naturally knew that his hypocritical brother had not made any intimate gestures.
After all, Lu Chengjun is indeed old and no longer young. Even if he wanted to do something intimate, he probably wouldn't be able to, and he simply couldn't satisfy a greedy nanny like Xie Rong.
If it's not Lu Chengjun, could it be... a man from the red-light district?
Lu Chengjin's eyes darkened, and he lowered his head to bite Xie Rong's ear, only to be spat on by Xie Rong, who sprayed foam all over his face.
"Who is it?" he kept asking in a low voice, his cold gaze hidden under his overly long bangs, one hand gripping Xie Rong's waist tightly.
Xie Rong spat out the foam, took a mouthful of water, gurgled it out, then pulled off an orange towel from the side and wiped her face clean.
Lu Chengjin reached out and touched the crescent-shaped birthmark on his cheekbone.
It's redder than a normal birthmark because it was kissed so many times last night.
He was mesmerized for a moment, then lowered his head to smell Xie Rong's sideburns.
Xie Rong slapped away the face that was leaning in, looked at her fair face in the mirror after it had been washed with warm water, and murmured, "It's good to be rich."
Unlike when he and his mother-in-law lived in a tenement building, where they could only use coal briquettes to heat water, coal briquettes were expensive, and water was expensive too, so the water was never hot enough for a bath.
In his previous two lives, Xie Rong either cultivated immortality or raised Gu poison. Although he ended up in bad circumstances and was left all alone, at least he had a knife to kill.
But here, even hitting someone gets you arrested and thrown into jail. In the book, he was destined to be abandoned from birth. Apart from helping his grandmother collect garbage, he knew nothing and understood nothing.
Occasionally, when he encounters men with ill intentions in the red-light district who try to give him money or introduce him to lucrative jobs, his mother-in-law will scold him and throw the money back at him.
Xie Rong didn't know what kind of job it was, and he always held onto the money tightly, unwilling to let go. He only knew that if anyone dared to cheat him, he would definitely make them pay! He wasn't afraid, but his mother-in-law was always very afraid. She would rather take him to collect garbage and stage accidents on the street than allow him to accept money.
Xie Rong shifted his gaze slightly, landing on the man pressed against him in the mirror.
Why? Why does the protagonist have such a good life?
The musty smell in that tenement building never dissipates, all year round. He's almost sick of it. It's time to let Lu Chengjin smell it too.
“I want to go home,” Xie Rong said.
Lu Chengjin combed his hair in front of the mirror and said in a low voice, "Rest for a few days first. Didn't you say your butt hurt last night?"
Xie Rong picked up a strand of hair and played with the end. "Lu Chengjun is more obedient than you."
Lu Chengjin: "I'll take you there."
Ten minutes later, a car stopped in front of the villa.
Assistant Chen got out of the driver's seat and opened the back door for them.
Xie Rong looked at him and asked, "Aren't you Lu Chengjun's special assistant?"
Assistant Chen smiled and said, "I am the special assistant to the head of the Lu family, and of course, I will also be Mr. Xie's special assistant in the future."
Lu Chengjin stepped between the two, picked up Xie Rong, and put her into the car.
"What are you doing?" Xie Rong asked, displeased. "I haven't finished talking to him yet."
He finally had money and didn't have to work as a nanny anymore. He could now buy many, many crystal chandeliers that Assistant Chen could only afford in a year, so of course he had to show them off.
Xie Rong wasn't too happy that he hadn't been able to show off.
If he's unhappy, nobody else can be happy either.
When Xie Rong gets angry, he likes to scratch people with his claws while he's scratching them.
The car had already started moving, and neither of the two men inside spoke. One glanced discreetly in the rearview mirror, while the other sat silently in the back seat, enduring Xie Rong's temper.
But he was really too tired last night, and Xie Rong's buttocks were still a little uncomfortable. He leaned back in his seat, his face cold and he didn't say anything.
Why is it that some things feel great when you do them, but you feel bad after you finish them?
Why is he the only one who's in pain, while Lu Chengjin isn't in pain at all?
Is it also a case of God being biased?
Xie Rong felt a growing sense of unease, and his delicate eyebrows pressed heavily over his eyes.
What else can be done to make the protagonist suffer more?
[Is the host unhappy?] The white slime came closer.
The system had no idea what had happened the night before. When it was released, its host was already asleep in the protagonist's arms, with only his legs twitching slightly and tear stains around his eyes as if he was in great pain. The system had been silently worried all night.
[Host, holding onto resentment is bad for your health. Quickly tell your dearest system who made you unhappy, and let's come up with some mischievous ideas to teach them a lesson!] The system clenched its fist on his shoulder.
"The main storyline is messed up, but the pain level isn't full yet, so I won't die," Xie Rong said, and suddenly a warm stream flowed from the tip of his nose.
He frowned, raised his hand to wipe it, and his clean white fingertips were instantly stained with blood.
Xie Rong stared at the red stain, lost in thought.
[Host, the main storyline has been corrected. Although the process is different, the result is the same.] The system was on the verge of tears, hugging his neck. [The protagonist avenges his parents and reclaims his inheritance. He will be able to smoothly succeed to the throne after completing his studies in three years.]
[A villain like the host should be taken offline.]
Xie Rong asked casually, "Just like the last world?"
The system wiped away its tears, nodded, then shook its head.
[It's different. The main storyline completely collapsed in the last world, but it hasn't in this world yet, so the host's symptoms will be milder.]
“I see,” Xie Rong laughed. “Then let the main storyline completely collapse.”
It doesn't matter if the symptoms are a bit severe, as long as the protagonist and the Heavenly Dao are unhappy.
He obediently tilted his head back, watching Lu Chengjin's dark face as he tightly gripped a tissue to wipe away the blood from his nose, his lips curling up uncontrollably.
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