Chapter 399: The Spoiled Young Mistress Wants to Ruthlessly Bully the Gloomy Villain (2)

Chapter 399: The Spoiled Young Mistress Wants to Ruthlessly Bully the Gloomy Villain (2)

Song Chuyi nodded, pleased.

It seemed the villain was quite compliant.

He had successfully manipulated him!

At this moment, Liu Wenshan bowed his head and placed the prepared fish into the pot.

Oil splattered onto the back of his hand, but he acted as if he didn't notice, only picking up the spatula to fry the fish.

Song Chuyi stood at a distance, afraid that the oil would splatter onto him.

Not to mention anything else, he was now a pampered young master with tender, delicate skin.

Medical knowledge in ancient times wasn't that advanced, and if he got burned, an infection could easily finish him off.

His constitution was also extremely frail, so he had better be careful.

Thinking this, Song Chuyi took another step back.

Liu Wenshan appeared to notice his movement and turned slightly, shielding most of the pot.

He was soaked to the bone, and his long black hair clung damply and lazily to his clothes.

His body was enveloped in a misty aura, and his eyes seemed to be veiled in a faint mist, making it hard to discern the emotions within.

Song Chuyi let out a lazy yawn, his brows furrowed with a hint of impatience.

"How much longer?"

"I'm famished."

"Are you doing this deliberately?"

"Are you trying to starve me?"

Liu Wenshan pressed his lips together and, after a long pause, he finally uttered two words.

"No."

He rarely spoke.

The bandits in the mountain stronghold could go a whole month without hearing a single word from this taciturn young master.

But today, he had spoken several times, even if each time it was only a few words, it was already more than he had spoken in a month.

The servant tending the fire was startled by this response.

After all, this young master wouldn't even defend himself when falsely accused.

Now, just because it was said that he was starving the new young mistress, the young master had actually spoken.

The servant secretly disliked this young mistress—delicate and tender-skinned, as if she would cry out at the slightest touch.

Her demeanor was clearly haughty, and she wouldn't mingle with rough people like them.

Especially now, demanding fish soup so late at night—it was simply unreasonable.

Even if the young master wanted to starve this young mistress, it would be understandable.

It’s baffling that the young master even felt the need to explain.

The servant silently complained in his heart, but his hands moved quickly.

The flames grew even fiercer.

While the pot was still scorching hot, Liu Wenshan poured in water.

Steam billowed up, obscuring his face in a hazy mist.

Song Chuyi waited a moment, then clicked his tongue in annoyance when the crucian carp soup still wasn’t ready.

"You’re even slow at making a simple crucian carp soup."

"Idiot."

He let out a soft snort and turned on his heel to leave.

Liu Wenshan tilted his head slightly, watching him leave, a faint glimmer rising in his dark eyes.

In the main room, Song Chuyi's stomach began to growl.

He was starting to feel genuinely hungry.

There wasn’t much to eat here—earlier, he’d scoured the kitchen and found mostly steamed buns.

Not a hint of grease—no wonder everyone here looked so thin.

Logically, Hong Qi had stolen plenty of gold and silver—why hadn’t he splurged on some rich, meaty dishes for these people?

Song Chuyi’s mind began to wander, but the sound of footsteps snapped him out of his thoughts.

Liu Wenshan approached, carrying a steaming bowl of crucian carp soup.

Song Chuyi arched a brow, tilting his head back slightly.

"Feed me," he demanded.

Without a word, Liu Wenshan scooped up a spoonful of soup and held it to Song Chuyi’s lips.

Song Chuyi took a sip, then immediately spat it back out.

"Are you trying to burn me alive?"

He shot Liu Wenshan a glare, his lips, once pink, now flushed red from the burn.

The soup left his lips glistening, and the heat brought a faint crimson to the corners of his eyes, giving him an almost alluring look.

Liu Wenshan bowed his head slightly. "My apologies."

Song Chuyi fixed Liu Wenshan with a fierce glare.

That damn villain—he’s definitely doing this on purpose!

He crossed his arms. "Do it right this time, or I’ll report you to your father."

Liu Wenshan scooped another spoonful, blew on it gently, and, once satisfied, held it to Song Chuyi’s lips.

Song Chuyi took a sip, a hint of satisfaction flashing in his eyes.

"It's good."

"Keep feeding me like this, and make sure you do it right."

Liu Wenshan didn't reply, but his actions answered for him.

The bowl of crucian carp soup was soon empty.

Song Chuyi patted his belly and smacked his lips.

"That's enough."

He wondered how much the original body usually ate. Just one bowl of crucian carp soup was enough to fill him up.

If it were him, he would need at least fifty bowls of crucian carp soup.

But his soul was slowly merging with this body, so it wouldn't be long before he could handle fifty bowls.

Song Chuyi licked his lips, somewhat satisfied with Liu Wenshan's performance today.

"I'm going to prepare for bed. You guard my door, understand?"

Liu Wenshan lifted his head, his eyes locked on him.

Song Chuyi raised an eyebrow, "Why are you staring at me? What? You don't want to?"

"Then I'll have to complain to your father."

Liu Wenshan lowered his head and said two words.

"No."

Only then was Song Chuyi satisfied. He took Liu Wenshan to the side chamber.

He entered first, then turned to Liu Wenshan standing at the door and said, "You stand guard here. No one is to disturb me, understand?"

He stressed the words "no one."

Liu Wenshan seemed to recall something, his eyelashes quivering slightly as he softly replied, "Mm."

Song Chuyi shut the door.

Outside, Liu Wenshan stood firmly in place, like a door god.

The night deepened.

Hong Qi seemed to recall the young wife he had just married and came to the main chamber's door.

He wasn't there to sleep with him but to probe him further on certain matters.

To his surprise, as soon as he arrived at the door, he saw his son standing there motionless.

Hong Qi was startled and asked, "What are you doing here?"

In the past, Liu Wenshan would have silently bowed his head and left, or just stood there stubbornly without doing anything.

But today, Liu Wenshan lifted his head and said, "He said no one is to disturb him."

Hong Qi was caught off guard at first and instinctively asked, "Who?"

"Him," Liu Wenshan replied.

A flicker of surprise crossed Hong Qi's eyes. "Wenshan, you..."

Was he really able to communicate so normally now?

His son had been withdrawn and mute since childhood, rarely reacting to others' actions. Even if someone peed on him, he would just stand there, frozen, like a statue.

Hong Qi had been heartbroken over this son and had dragged in many so-called miracle doctors, but each one told him there was no cure. Over time, he gave up, resigning himself to living out his days in his mountain hideout.

To his astonishment, his son was now able to communicate so naturally with him.

At that moment, Hong Qi no longer felt the need to test Song Chuyi. Grabbing Liu Wenshan, he spoke cautiously.

"What did you say just now? Say it again for your old man to hear."

Liu Wenshan: ...