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Chapter 64 - 64 63 Long Live the Martial Uncle

64: Chapter 63: Long Live the Martial Uncle 64: Chapter 63: Long Live the Martial Uncle “Uh…”

Chu Yi scratched his head with a hint of embarrassment, “I really didn’t do anything.

You fainted while taking a shower, and I just came to help.”

I fainted during my shower?

Feng Qian paused, her brain rapidly retrieving hard disk data, and finally remembered what had happened before.

I had heatstroke, took a day off to go home, and wanted to take a cold shower to cool down…

So, it really had nothing to do with him.

Just when she realized she had misunderstood Chu Yi, he suddenly pointed at her backside and said, “That spot’s not covered, you need to pull it down a bit more.”

With a cry of alarm, Feng Qian hastily yanked the towel down further…

As everyone knows, a towel is only so big; in doing so, she ended up exposing the top as she covered the bottom.

Quite elastic…

Chu Yi offered his professional assessment, then got a face full of towel.

Feng Qian, a mix of embarrassment and anger, covered his head with the towel and then fiercely pushed him out.

“Get out!”

This scene seemed familiar.

If he remembered correctly, last time he had indulged his hands…

“Ah, slow down, I can’t see!”

With Heavenly Eye activated, under the guise of blindness, Chu Yi locked onto his target and struck!

“Ah!”

Feng Qian let out another shocked cry, her face turning so red it looked as if it might drip blood.

She then delivered a fierce kick, slammed the bathroom door shut, leaned against it clutching her chest, wishing she could find a crack in the floor to crawl into.

After having been raised for over twenty years, her first time was just that easily gone!

Meanwhile, outside the door, Chu Yi removed the towel and couldn’t help but curl the corner of his mouth into a smirk.

How had he never realized the bathroom was actually his home turf before!

At that moment, the room door opened, and Wu Xue returned, carrying several boxes of medicine.

“Uncle Master, you’re back.”

“Mm, what did you buy?”

“Isn’t Aunt Martial suffering from heatstroke?

I went to get her some medicine.”

Wu Xue whispered conspiratorially, beckoned Chu Yi over, and once he was close, stuffed the medicine into his embrace.

“Uncle Master, you’re the one who is buying this medicine, understand what I mean?”

Given her winking and signaling, it was clear she was determined to be the glue bonding Uncle Master and Aunt Martial’s relationship.

Martial Sister sure has a good disciple!

Chu Yi patted Wu Xue’s shoulder with satisfaction, “You’re so sensible!”

Wu Xue giggled happily, “I’m going out now.

I’ll be back in the evening.

Uncle Master, you’ve got this!”

After she spoke, she prepared to leave, but Chu Yi quickly called after her, pulled out all the cash from his pocket—a total of perhaps a thousand and eight hundred—and slapped it into her hand.

“Take it and spend it!

If it’s not enough, just tell me.

You can have as much as you need!”

Wu Xue looked at the money in her hand and was overjoyed, hugging Chu Yi’s neck and planting a kiss on him.

“Uncle Master, long live!”

After a soft cheer, she pocketed the money and bounced away happily.

Seeing what it’s like to be so poor, just a small amount of money could make her this happy.

If he gave her a few hundred thousand or a million, wouldn’t he be able to make her bear several children for him?

Chu Yi shook his head, amused and perplexed.

It was “rich raise daughters, poor raise sons,” but despite that, she called him Uncle Master.

He decided he should give her some more money later.

But now…

Chu Yi knocked on the bathroom door, “Feng Qian, I found you some medicine.

Come out and take some.”

“Go away!” came Feng Qian’s flustered voice from inside.

Chu Yi naturally couldn’t agree, and with a righteousness that would make Lin proud, he said, “How can I do that?

You’re a patient right now, and I simply can’t leave.”

Feng Qian stayed silent for a good while.

“Then…

then bring me my clothes!”