Pampered Poisonous Royal Wife – o
Chapter 825: Willing to Wash Hands and Make Soup for You (3)

Chapter 825: Chapter 825: Willing to Wash Hands and Make Soup for You (3)

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The day after returning from the Thirteen Blood Generals Mansion, Zhang Yufeng arrived early at the small villa to report for duty, only to coincidentally encounter Gu Yelin just as he descended from the second floor.

"Young Master Gu." Upon seeing Gu Yelin, Zhang Yufeng couldn’t help but be startled, offering a faint greeting.

To Zhang Yufeng, Gu Yelin had always been a man filled with a wild aura, and she felt an immense pressure around him. It was as if he were an insurmountable mountain, while she was but a fragile blade of grass at its foot, vulnerable to his whim, a single slap from him enough to end her life.

Thus, Zhang Yufeng had always kept a respectful distance from Gu Yelin.

"Qing is still asleep; she’ll need a bit more time," Gu Yelin glanced at Zhang Yufeng indifferently, speaking coldly.

Zhang Yufeng felt as though that casual glance of his was like a cold, sharp blade, lacerating her. She took a deep breath and steadied her mind with effort, finding it terrifying how just a casual look from him could instill fear in her heart.

"There’s no rush; the young lady’s rest is most important." She nodded and took three seconds to completely calm herself down.

Gu Yelin observed Zhang Yufeng’s subtle facial expressions with his peripheral vision and felt somewhat pleased. Being able to steady oneself so quickly under his oppressive aura showed great potential.

"Sit down, feel free," Gu Yelin advised before he rolled up his sleeves elegantly and headed into the kitchen at a leisurely pace.

Shortly after, sounds of pots and pans echoed lightly from the kitchen. Sitting on the couch, Zhang Yufeng raised her eyebrows in surprise. She had never imagined that such an eminent figure, his hands stained with blood, would willingly cook soup for her mistress.

At that moment, Zhang Yufeng felt for the first time that perhaps only such a man, willing to humbly cook, was worthy of the goddess she envisioned in her heart.

About ten minutes later, Gu Yelin was still in the kitchen and hadn’t come out. Zhang Yufeng checked the time, slowly rose from the couch, and started heading towards the front door.

Just then, a soft, slurred voice sounded overhead.

"Mmm, Xiao Feng, good morning..."

Zhang Yufeng looked up and her steps halted abruptly.

She saw An Yiqing at the top of the stairs leading to the second floor, dressed in a white spaghetti strap nightgown with her bare feet visible, standing there in a daze. Her hair was a bit messy due to just waking up, but it lent her a special kind of laziness.

Zhang Yufeng stood motionless, watching An Yiqing. She had never seen such an innocently charming side of the young lady, who had shed her usual calm and dignity. At this moment, An Yiqing somehow seemed much more approachable to Zhang Yufeng.

"Xiao Feng, when did you get here?" An Yiqing walked down the stairs, rubbing her eyes, her snow-white feet sinking into the soft carpet, like tiny, exquisite pearls on velvet, stunning and eye-catching.

"Ah... I’ve only just arrived," Zhang Yufeng stuttered, her gaze unintentionally falling on An Yiqing’s snow-white, slender neck. Amidst the snowy skin, a few conspicuous red marks were embellished, adding a hint of ambiguity and allure.

Although Zhang Yufeng was inexperienced, the fully grown woman that she was knew all too well the origins of the marks on An Yiqing’s neck. Feeling her face grow slightly warm, Zhang Yufeng forced her gaze away with some difficulty.

"Hmm, I went to bed late last night, sorry to have kept you waiting," An Yiqing took hold of Zhang Yufeng’s hand and led her to the couch.