Xiao Chuan Starts a Live Stream, Old Man Fumes Till He Vomits Blood

"What? An'an is at home too?"

On the other end, Xiao Chuan completely lost his composure.

After hearing Li the Steward's words, he couldn't sit still.

Given Jiang Che's beastly habit of falling for every girl he saw, having both his daughters run into him was practically throwing two little lambs straight into the wolf's den!

"Immediately, turn on the surveillance in the living room! I need to see what's happening!"

"Find a way to stall Jiang Che—don’t let that bastard take An'an and Sisi away!"

Xiao Chuan’s voice was practically hoarse with desperation, as if he wished he could teleport home right then to whisk his daughters to safety.

"If that little bastard lays a single finger on An'an or Sisi, I’ll fire you on the spot!"

Li the Steward: "..."

Sometimes, she really wanted to curse, but this was her boss... She could only swallow her anger.

"Xiao Chuan, I’ll arrange the live feed right away, but Jiang Che’s status is... extraordinary. I might not be able to handle this..."

Xiao Chuan was at his wit’s end. He tapped into an app on his phone and pulled up the live surveillance feed.

The next second, his brows furrowed into a deep frown.

......

Under Jiang Che’s gaze, Xiao An'an immediately stiffened, her eyes darting nervously at the man before her.

"Th-thank you for the meal... Brother-in-law!"

In her panic, her words came out jumbled.

"Heh, didn’t you say I couldn’t cook?"

"Wasn’t it you who said earlier—'I’d rather die than eat a single bite of your food'?"

"Tsk, tsk. Now you’re singing a different tune?"

Jiang Che’s teasing made Xiao An'an’s face burn crimson.

"I... I..."

As much as she hated to admit it, Xiao An'an knew—Jiang Che had completely changed her opinion of him with just one meal.

She was, without a doubt, a total foodie at heart!

"So? How does my cooking compare to those top chefs?"

"Yours is better!" Xiao An'an licked her lips lightly, a drop of chili oil still clinging to the corner of her mouth. Her little belly was already round and full.

"Heh... Now that you’re full, you’re finally behaving."

Jiang Che took the initiative, stepping closer to Xiao An'an and gently ruffling her hair.

No girl could resist Jiang Che’s head pats.

Xiao An'an wanted to pull away, but his large hand gave her an inexplicable sense of security.

"So? Want more? I could always cook for you again."

Jiang Che’s voice was coaxing, leading her on.

Li the Steward, standing by the dining table, couldn’t help but shrink back. This Jiang Che really lived up to his reputation—flirtatious and fickle!

Just moments ago, he was whispering sweet nothings to Sisi, and now he was already charming An'an.

What a scoundrel!

Right then, Xiao Chuan’s furious voice crackled through her earpiece.

"Li! Do something! That bastard’s got his hands on my daughter’s head—chop them off!!!"

Li the Steward was speechless. Did she dare? No, she didn’t!

Angering Xiao Chuan might cost her the job, but crossing Jiang Che... could cost her her life.

For a salary of a few hundred thousand a month, was it worth risking her neck?

All Xiao Chuan could do was rage helplessly through the phone.

"What about the bodyguards? Aren’t there a few Transform Force-level guards? Send them in!"

Before he could finish, Ai Shouying cut him off.

"Xiao Chuan, it’s no use. From what I know, this Jiang Che is Jiang Yunhuang’s favored grandson. His strength is unfathomable—at least at the level of a Grandmaster of Heavenly Force. Even I... am no match for him."

Xiao Chuan felt like he’d swallowed a fly. Ai Shouying couldn’t take Jiang Che either?

Was this a joke?

Was he really going to just sit back and watch this punk mess with his daughters?

For the first time since becoming the world’s richest man... he felt utterly powerless.

"Hey! Hey! You little bastard, where the hell are you touching now?!"

The scene on his phone nearly gave Xiao Chuan a stroke.

...

"An'an, I actually like you too."

Jiang Che went all in, making his move!

"Huh? B-but aren’t you chasing my sister?" Xiao An'an’s eyes widened.

[You freak! You really do want me too—planning to have both sisters, huh? Disgusting! Hello, police? There’s a pervert here!!!]

"An'an, I know you might not be willing now, but if you become mine... this master chef will be at your beck and call."

Casually, Jiang Che took Xiao An'an’s small hand, then wrapped an arm around her slender waist.

There was no denying it—Xiao An'an’s figure was incredible. How did someone so petite, barely over five feet tall, end up with such a killer body?

"Hurry up and leave! My sister will finish washing the dishes soon!" Xiao An'an urged, flustered.

"She won’t." Jiang Che smirked.

"What I made today was just home-style cooking. But I know way more than that."

"I’ve mastered all eight major Chinese cuisines. Not just Chinese—I’m an expert in Western dishes too. If I wanted... I could even whip up a full imperial banquet for you."

Jiang Che was laying it on thick.

Literally—painting a feast in the air.

And sure enough, the mention of food made Xiao An'an freeze in place.

"Think about it—shredded beef with lantern peppers, braised eel, sweet and sour mandarin fish, boiled cabbage in superior broth, shrimp with Longjing tea... Oh, and my signature dish, Dongpo pork? Absolutely divine."

"Gulp—" Despite being stuffed, Xiao An'an’s appetite was instantly reignited.

Ever since recognizing Xiao Chuan as her father, she’d indulged her cravings without restraint. Every month, she spent at least a million just on food, exclusively dining on dishes prepared by top-tier chefs.

A single plate from an imperial banquet chef started at four figures!

With a rich dad, why hold back?

She’d tried plenty of imperial dishes before, but in her opinion... none of those chefs could hold a candle to Jiang Che.

If his home-style cooking was this good, how mind-blowing would his imperial dishes be?

"Brother-in-law... I want to eat it!"

When it came to food, Xiao An'an had no pride left.

"Tsk, tsk. An'an, don’t call me 'brother-in-law.' How about this—give me a kiss, and next time, I’ll sneak you a full imperial feast. Deal?"

"W-what? K-kiss you?" Xiao An'an clenched her fists, completely thrown off balance.

Was he serious? How could she kiss Jiang Che?

She’d already called him "brother-in-law"... Wasn’t this crossing a line?

"N-no way..." She took two steps back.

Jiang Che wasn’t fazed. He checked the time. "Your sister’s probably almost done with the dishes. You’ve got about three minutes to decide."

"Once this chance is gone... it’s gone for good."

"Just think of Dongpo pork, think of lantern-shadow beef, and then think of squirrel-shaped mandarin fish—let me tell you responsibly... my state banquet dishes are ten times better than those so-called master chefs!"