Jiang Che: I Want to Eat Imported Shrimp

Chen Ningshuang was indeed beautiful, especially when dressed in this Hanfu attire, her beauty was truly beyond words.

Her sleeves fluttered gently, exuding a classical elegance. Her skin was flawless, like the finest mutton-fat jade, and her shoulders were draped with a faint, translucent veil. Her long, silky black hair cascaded down her back.

When she turned her head, it evoked endless imagination, especially with the faint tear stains at the corners of her eyes, which stirred a primal excitement in anyone who saw her.

Jiang Che nodded slightly. Faced with such a Chen Ningshuang... he was willing to call her "Fairy Sister"!

"Why are you crying?"

Jiang Che walked up to Chen Ningshuang and gently touched the ends of her hair, his thin lips curling into a faint smile.

Chen Ningshuang was already cold and aloof by nature, but with this simple, elegant Hanfu enhancing her aura, she seemed even more otherworldly.

Such an icy, pure fairy... heh heh, those who understand, understand!

"Can we proceed now?"

Even though Chen Ningshuang was filled with rage, she had no way to vent it. After all, the young man before her held the lives of her entire family in his hands.

After spending some time with him, she had come to realize... Jiang Che was nothing more than a spoiled, talentless rich kid with no cultivation at all. She must have been mistaken in her earlier assessment.

The thought of her, a proud genius, a 19-year-old martial artist at the mid-stage of Huajin, being forced by this useless scion to change clothes in front of him... filled her with such shame and anger that she wanted to end her own life.

Killing this scoundrel would be easy—just one palm strike would do it—but she didn’t dare!

"Not bad, not bad. From now on, all my underwear and clothes... you'll be the one washing them."

With that, Jiang Che rummaged through his wardrobe and pulled out several unwashed pairs of underwear and shirts, tossing them all in front of Chen Ningshuang. One black pair even landed right on her head.

"Hand-washed, of course!"

Chen Ningshuang: "......"

[You insolent brat! How dare you humiliate me like this!]

[You want me to wash your undergarments? Shameless scoundrel!]

The little fairy cursed Jiang Che over and over in her heart, but in the end, she had no choice but to submit to reality.

Meanwhile, Bai Jie, who happened to be passing by the door, saw Chen Ningshuang holding Jiang Che's underwear with a look of disgust, and her eyes narrowed slightly.

[If you don’t want it, give it to me. I wouldn’t mind washing Brother Jiang Che’s clothes.]

Watching Chen Ningshuang walk away, Jiang Che chuckled softly.

Why hadn’t he revealed his cultivation in front of Chen Ningshuang?

He knew her personality well—she looked down on everyone. If she found out that he was also a mid-stage Huajin martial artist like her, her opinion of him would surely change.

But that wasn’t what Jiang Che wanted. A genius beauty forced to serve a useless rich kid as a maid... now that was a script worth getting excited about!

Seeing Chen Ningshuang’s reluctant expression, despising him as a useless scion but powerless to do anything about it, Jiang Che felt an indescribable satisfaction.

...

By evening, Jiang Che had personally cooked dinner.

He wanted to give his new little maid a taste of his culinary skills.

The table was set with four exquisite dishes and a soup, all of which looked incredibly appetizing.

These were dishes made with SSS-level culinary skills, and their color, aroma, and taste were all top-notch. Girls were naturally fond of good food, and Jiang Che was confident... no girl could resist the temptation of such a feast.

The table was almost full, with Jiang Che, Bai Qiangwei, and Dong'er already seated.

Bai Jie also wanted to join them, but eating would mean taking off her mask... and given her current predicament, she had no choice but to suppress her hunger.

"It smells so good~"

A petite figure descended from upstairs, wearing a white spaghetti-strap nightgown. One strap had slipped off her shoulder, revealing a glimpse of her fair skin. Her small feet were clad in bear-shaped slippers.

Her hair was a mess, and she looked utterly lifeless, even the little tuft of hair on her head drooping limply.

Yu Wan'er had clearly just woken up—or rather, had been forcibly awakened by the tantalizing aroma of the food.

The little loli tilted her head, rubbing one eye while the other barely opened.

"I want to eat too..."

Still half-asleep, Yu Wan'er instinctively climbed onto Jiang Che’s lap.

"Where’s Yao Yao?"

Jiang Che simply smiled. It seemed Yu Wan'er had grown completely accustomed to him. Though she often acted tough, in reality, her toughness was only skin-deep.

"Oh... Sister Yao Yao is still sleeping."

"Ah—"

The sleepy little girl nestled in Jiang Che’s arms, opening her mouth wide, waiting to be fed.

Hmph... treating me like a babysitter?

Jiang Che chuckled softly and shook his head, picking up a spoon to feed his little pet.

The other girls had their own thoughts. Bai Qiangwei naturally harbored no ill will toward Yu Wan'er, and Dong'er was even less likely to...

Only Bai Jie clenched her fists tightly, her heart burning with jealousy.

She was green with envy!

Meanwhile, Chen Ningshuang, who had been left aside, was also stunned. She hadn’t expected... Jiang Che to be so extravagant and despicable!

And that genius girl Dong'er... she must have been forcibly brought here by this scoundrel.

[You scoundrel! The day I break through to the Grandmaster realm will be the day I take my revenge!]

[Useless trash, I must have been blind to mistake you for a genius.]

[Living in decadence and extravagance!]

Chen Ningshuang and Yu Wan'er were similar... their insults were limited to a few choice phrases, and they only dared to curse him in their hearts, never aloud.

"I... I’m full!"

Yu Wan'er quickly shook off her drowsiness, her face flushed as she struggled to escape Jiang Che’s embrace.

"Heh..." Jiang Che chuckled softly.

Then he turned his gaze to Chen Ningshuang.

"I’m not full yet! Shuang'er, come feed me!"

Chen Ningshuang: "......"

You have hands and feet, can’t you feed yourself? Why do I have to feed you?

Why don’t you just drop dead?

But no matter how furious she was inside, she had no choice but to endure it.

"Jiang... Young Master Jiang, I’m not very good at taking care of others..."

Jiang Che smiled faintly. "It’s fine if you’re not good at it. You can learn. If you can’t learn... then I’ll just have to make sure the Chen family pays attention in their next life."

Chen Ningshuang’s hands trembled violently, her resentment and pain turning into pure fear.

Yu Wan'er, of course, noticed the Hanfu-clad fairy sister and felt a surge of jealousy.

[Hmph! You jerk, bringing another girl home? How can you be so shameless!]

Yu Wan'er’s face puffed up like a pufferfish, and she stormed upstairs.

The clever girl seemed to lack a certain emotional awareness. She might not have realized it herself, but Jiang Che’s affection for her was something the other girls could only envy.

"What are you looking at? Hurry up and feed me... I want that Longjing shrimp, pick one for me..."

"Who said you could use chopsticks to feed me?"

Chen Ningshuang: "......"

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