The Eldest Daughter of a Rural Family
Chapter 458: Be My Maid (5)_1

Chapter 458: Chapter 458: Be My Maid (5)_1

After pondering for two days at home, Pei Qin thought paying off the debt with her body was the simplest solution, settling everything at once. But she wouldn’t have to experience his terrible bed skills again if she became his maid. The thing was, damn it, it would take too long, and there would be too many hassles.

However, Mo Heng’s matter had to be settled, especially since even Fang Liuming had met him and knew he was proposing to Pei Qin.

"Cousin! This Young Master Mo... is he the one who taught Wendong and Yonglin martial arts!?"

"He’s a softie, all he knows is flowery language!" Pei Qin rolled her eyes.

Fang Liuming suddenly realized and finally understood that the person behind Pei Wendong and Chang Yonglin, advising them in their studies, wasn’t just Pei Qin, but there was also someone more formidable. Seeing that Young Master Mo had an extraordinary aura, yet always lived incognito in Taiping Town, he probably had a distinguished identity and might have gotten into some trouble, which is why he had been hiding his name. But if he wanted to marry his cousin... "Isn’t Young Master Shen also..."

When Pei Qin was reminded of Shen Songming, she couldn’t help but look up at the sky. One was a fool, and the other a narcissist, both freaking eccentrics! Both of these weirdos needed to be dealt with soon!

Soon, Pei Qin decided to become Mo Heng’s maid for a month. As for physical repayment, although it was crude and straightforward, it wasn’t that easy. As a maid, he couldn’t make her do everything, "Let’s get this straight; I’m busy during the day and still need to set up my stall on market days. You don’t need much looking after anyway, just before and after meals!"

She was the one to be the maid, yet she acted as arrogantly as a master.

Mo Heng looked at her with a cold gaze, "Grind the ink."

Pei Qin was about to protest, but then thought better of it and started grinding the ink stick. After all, she was strong, and she often did the ink grinding at home.

Seeing her go through the motions, Mo Heng remarked, "That’s not how you grind ink."

"I’ll grind it however I damn please!" Pei Qin glared at him, the hell with it; if he knew how to do it, he should do it himself!

Mo Heng pursed his lips and said no more. After the ink was ground, he commanded, "Brew some tea."

Zhang Gengshan brought her the tea leaves.

While grumbling to herself, Pei Qin boiled a kettle of water, put the tea leaves in, and started brewing. She wasn’t very skilled at brewing tea; she was better at boiling it.

Mo Heng was about to lecture her on the way of brewing tea.

"Take it or leave it!" Pei Qin laughed sarcastically, poured herself a cup, sat down, and slowly sipped the steaming tea.

The ink wasn’t ground evenly, and the tea was over-boiled and made in the wrong order. Mo Heng sipped the tea, looking at the simplified characters she practiced on the paper, and felt exceedingly pleased.

Pei Qin needed to go to the workshop in the afternoon, so for a quick and lazy lunch, she boiled noodles, stir-fried some vegetables, and served them over the noodles. After eating, she was out the door.

Mo Heng spent the afternoon practicing his calligraphy alone.

Pei Qin also spent the whole afternoon at the workshop.

Pei Yuan and Pei Qian, along with a few Little Radishes, were quite disheartened, "Big Sister! Even if you’re repaying a debt, you could’ve used other methods!"

Just because he saved the eldest sister, he shouldn’t expect her to marry him in return; and if she’s unwilling, then she has to serve him as a maid.

"It’s just a month anyway; it’ll be over before you know it!" Pei Qin was rather optimistic.

In the evening, Mo Heng didn’t say much. He ate the meal she delivered and then had her grind more ink for him, and after that, she had to make his bed.

The room had a brick bed, easy enough to make up. Pei Qin saw how meticulously he kept his bed, and with a snort, she went over and disheveled the bedding, done! Isn’t this how boys sleep anyway? At least, that’s how she always slept in her own bed.

Just as she was about to go out, she saw Mo Heng standing at the doorway, frowning at the kang bed. He pointed and said, "I usually sleep like this, and the bed is always made this way!" It was Pei Yuan and Pei Qian who took care of making the bed and folding the quilts.

"A bed made like this is for your sleep, where do I sleep?" Mo Heng said displeased.

Pei Qin rolled her eyes at him, took a look at the bedding, which indeed was somewhat haphazardly arranged like some sort of nest, then went over and gave the quilt a shake, spreading it out and pulling it taut.

Mo Heng couldn’t stand it and came over to make the bed neatly himself.

What’s the point of being so neat, when it’s going to be a mess again when sleeping anyway!? Pei Qin pursed her lips.

Zhang Gengshan came over, "Young Master! The water for your bath is ready."

Mo Heng nodded, glancing towards Pei Qin.

Understanding, Pei Qin stepped back—regardless of his good looks and seemingly fine figure, she was no stranger to men, and certainly not about to peep on him.

But Mo Heng stopped her, "One of the duties of a maid is to attend to my bath."

"To scrub your back!? How dirty are you exactly?" Pei Qin sized him up with a disdainful look.

"Then you can choose something else," Mo Heng said expressionlessly, his eyes on her, a hint of amusement flickering within.

Pei Qin choked with irritation, "Heh...heh... You’re not afraid to be seen, what am I afraid of! It’s not like I haven’t seen it before!" With a snort, she grabbed the washcloth and entered the bathhouse as if she were just going to mop the floor.

The corners of Mo Heng’s mouth lifted slightly as he took off his outer robe and went in wearing only his underwear.

Pei Qin, holding the washcloth, stared at him firmly. She didn’t believe this guy would dare strip naked and get into the water in front of her.

Feeling the heat of her bold gaze on his ears, Mo Heng asked her to turn away, then took off his underwear and got into the water.

Pei Qin pouted—she had seen plenty of revealing TV shows! What’s so special about him! She grabbed the washcloth and started scrubbing his back.

Mo Heng, who looked skinny with his clothes on, actually had a well-defined and lean body. Pei Qin watched with envy and jealousy as she half-heartedly wiped his back.

"You’re scrubbing off my skin," Mo Heng’s voice carried a barely perceptible raspiness.

Pei Qin switched spots and continued to scrub.

After changing spots several times, Mo Heng stopped her from scrubbing further. She stared at him unabashedly, casually scrubbing his back without a hint of shyness or embarrassment. Instead, it was he who reacted too much physically.

Pei Qin left the bathhouse nonchalantly with a ’tch’ sound, brewed another pot of tea, then said goodbye and headed home.

Zhang Gengshan and Feng Wei cleaned up the bathhouse and saw Mo Heng holding a book without turning a page for a long time. They left without saying a word.

Mo Heng couldn’t shake off the memory—it was all about her fiery gaze, her face full of desire clinging tightly to him, her hands on his back as if they had never left.

"Young Master..." Seeing him lost in thought, Zhang Gengshan sighed softly but said nothing to persuade him. Once the Young Master had made up his mind, it couldn’t be changed. He even resorted to making her a maid.

The following day, Zhang Gengshan came over early to call for Mo Heng.

As the quilt was picked up, Zhang Gengshan saw a small spot on the bed... and his face turned a notably different color.

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