Chapter 10 Love the House and the Dog
An Qin thought he was doomed tonight, but he didn't expect anything to happen that night.
Chen Yanheng just hugged and embraced An Qin as he did the last few times, making An Qin so embarrassed that he almost wanted to draw his sword and die together with her. Only then did he fall asleep while holding the man who dared not move.
An Qin was relieved that her chastity was not forced upon her. However, when she saw that the man was actually sleeping soundly next to an assassin, a hint of complexity and inquiry flashed in her eyes.
Then he thought calmly: Master, not only is there something wrong with my brain, it seems that I have problems with that part as well.
Yes, it was abnormal that he had not married at the age of 26 and that such a huge Taifu Mansion did not even have a concubine or maid.
She said those mean and vulgar words to him, kissed and touched him, and it didn't look like she did it just to humiliate him, but she never did it on land like she did in Nanfenglou. An Qin couldn't think of any other possibility except that Chen Yanheng was not capable of it.
The Grand Tutor couldn't do that, but at least he wouldn't have to worry about being dominated by a man like the young waiter in Nanfeng Tower.
It was just being kissed and touched, no different from being bitten by a dog. Once he gets the account book and takes Shen Yanheng's head, he will definitely become the owner's right-hand man!
An Qin calmly glanced at the defenseless Chen Yanheng again, secretly feeling relieved that the worry that he might get hurt at any time was gone, and he felt much more relaxed for a moment.
Tired eyelids gradually began to droop, and An Qin unknowingly fell asleep with his head tilted against Chen Yanheng.
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The second day.
The sunlight near noon shone through the window panes onto the ground, making the naked young man look like jade. His thick eyelashes cast a shadow on the pillow.
The room was filled with calming incense, and all the servants in the dormitory were driven to the front hall to wait, doing their work carefully.
Chen Yanheng, wearing a snow-white round-necked coat, smiled gently at the maids sweeping the floor, walked calmly across the yard, and pushed open the door.
An Qin had not slept the previous night and had run a long way to the suburbs to deal with things. It was not until the door was opened and the dazzling sunlight hit his face that he showed some signs of waking up. He frowned and narrowed his eyes.
Chen Yanheng leaned against the bed, supporting his chin: "You assassins, how can you sleep so soundly in other men's beds?"
An Qin: “…”
The remaining confusion in his mind was replaced by nausea, and he subconsciously reached for the soft sword at his waist, but found nothing.
He was only covered with a thin blanket, and still naked under the blanket. He was stunned and suddenly recalled the scene of being stripped naked last night.
An Qin pursed his lips and took two deep breaths, looking around with his peripheral vision, searching for the clothes that had been taken off yesterday, hoping to take the opportunity to put them on first.
Shen Yanheng noticed his intention, smiled, and reached into the quilt to touch her.
An Qin suddenly froze, his handsome face looked as if he was facing a great enemy, and he almost jumped out of the bed. His fair cheeks were slightly red with shame, and he was gritting his teeth.
Chen Yanheng liked it even more after seeing it. He suppressed the excitement in his heart, pulled his hand back, raised the corner of his mouth as if nothing had happened, and waved the clothes he had just brought in, along with the two new clothes from last night, in front of An Qin.
"Two more sets were delivered from Shanyi Pavilion this morning. Which one do you like? I'll change into it for you."
The colors of the four new clothes are all plain and calm. Because they were made in a hurry, there are no particularly large embroidery, but each piece is made of excellent satin, which is as silky and dazzling as milk in the sunlight.
The indescribable complex emotions deep in An Qin's heart rose again. He stared at the despicable man vigilantly, his eyes falling on the navy blue suit he had tried on last night.
Chen Yanheng asked knowingly, "Hmm?"
An Qin bit his lip and whispered quickly, "Lan."
Chen Yanheng nodded as if he suddenly understood something, put the other sets aside, looked down at the young man who was on guard against him, pinched the corner of the quilt with one hand, suddenly opened it, kicked off his boots and walked into the bed curtain.
By the time I got dressed, it was already past noon.
A muffled groan came from inside the bed curtains, and An Qin rolled off the bed in panic, his face three times redder than the angry Guan Gong.
He subconsciously wanted to run away, but when he remembered the account book, he had to stop abruptly and stood by the table with his fingers curled up.
Chen Yanheng got out of bed with a satisfied look on his face and put on his boots. His beautiful lips were broken and swollen into a small red lump the size of a bean, and there was blood.
Chen Yanheng touched his bruised lips, frowned, then continued to smile, as if he felt a little sorry and said: "Why don't you bite my tongue."
An Qin's face turned redder and he clenched his fists.
Chen Yanheng glanced at him teasingly and said firmly, "You feel sorry for me and can't bear to let me go, right?"
Account books.
An Qin took two deep breaths, frowned, closed his eyes, and the veins on his forehead bulged.
Seeing that he had teased the girl enough and was afraid of getting slapped again if he continued, Chen Yanheng finally stopped and pulled the bell hanging beside the bed. After a while, Li Yu brought up the dishes with the cook who had a sullen look on her face.
The four dishes did not look like they were made by a chef. The vegetables and Dongpo pork were cut very unevenly, with some pieces being long and some being short, as if they had been gnawed by a dog. It was obvious who made them.
In ordinary families, it is very rare for husbands to help their wives with cooking. As the imperial tutor of the current dynasty, Chen Yanheng lived in luxury, but he used the same hands that ruled the country to cook for him in the kitchen.
This was the first time someone had cooked for him, apart from his younger sister An Xiner, with whom he grew up.
An Qin glanced at Chen Yanheng with a complicated expression. The man always had a smile on his face. He looked elegant and gentle in the sunlight. He patiently and diligently put the dishes into the small bowl in front of him. He really looked like a good husband who would treat his wife very well.
An Qin felt a little strange and moved in his heart, but later he realized that he was a little soft-hearted just now. He quickly turned cold and his eyes were determined: How can a little kindness compare to the life-saving grace of the owner of the manor!
This person has gotten in the way of the owner of the manor, so he must kill him no matter what!
An Qin buried those emotions deep in his heart, thinking of the account book and the three-day appointment, he relaxed his brows, sat down on the chair silently, took the small bowl that Chen Yanheng had placed in front of him, and started eating.
It was bland, sour and astringent, and actually very unpalatable, but he was not picky about food.
Before entering Fengyue Villa, he even fought with wild dogs for leftovers to fill his stomach; when the mission was the most difficult, he ate a hard and irritating pancake that had been out of the oven for fifteen days for three days. At least these things were warm, soft and easy to swallow.
Chen Yanheng smiled as he watched An Qin stuff a large piece of meat into his mouth and chew it expressionlessly. His heart seemed to be filled with honey and floated up. His Adam's apple rolled. While looking at the other party with a smile, he used the chopsticks he had used to add food to An Qin to pick up a piece of Dongpo pork and put it into his mouth.
The next moment.
"vomit!"
Chen Yanheng's smile disappeared as he spat out the meat that was covered in fishy and burnt smells. He frowned solemnly and tried the tofu out of disbelief.
It's bitter and astringent, just barely edible, and still very unpalatable.
Stir-frying is not like making porridge where you just need to watch the fire. He watched the cook twice and then grabbed the spoon. He didn't know the heat or seasoning, and the food he made was really inedible.
An Qin glanced at him, then continued to shovel a big mouthful of rice and a handful of vegetables into his mouth, lowered his head and chewed quickly with a stern face.
Chen Yanheng's face darkened, and his heart seemed to be grabbed by something, giving rise to some nameless anger.
But when he looked at that face, his anger subsided by itself, and his heart was filled with waves again. He just thought that this little assassin was so cute that he endured the bad taste and swallowed the food he made with his own hands.
They are indeed a perfect match. If it were any other girl, she would probably have run away as soon as she smelled the scent.
"You're the only one who can eat something this disgusting. Spit it out and rinse your mouth. I'll take you to the guest house."
Wasting food is really not a good thing. An Qin paused, his face hesitant.
Seeing his Adam's apple roll and he seemed to want to swallow, Chen Yanheng pulled up a corner of his mouth and leaned closer: "Why, love the house and the dog?"
“…”
"Pooh!"
An Qin spat out the chewed stuff without hesitation, and even wanted to squat down and clear his throat to return the "wu" to the bastard.
【Author’s words】
Ahhh, I've been so busy these past few days. There will be another update tomorrow!
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