CHAPTER 530: CHAPTER 521: THE CUNNING QIN SIYE

Watching the young boy in home clothes, bent over washing tomatoes in the kitchen, Qin Zhan suddenly remembered the scene of the boy’s first visit to his home.

At that time... Qin Zhan smiled; it was because he had lured him here.

That’s right, lured, and with food nonetheless.

Even though he always seemed distrustful of everyone, he completely exposed his true self in front of Qin Zhan.

And Qin Zhan, who had no patience and tenderness for anyone, suddenly felt all his coldness melt away in an instant in front of this kid named Bi Xia.

This must be destiny, and even if it isn’t... His phoenix eyes turned cold. He was determined to make it destiny!

"What are you doing standing at the door?" Bi Xia turned around and saw Qin Zhan leaning against the kitchen door, smiling lightly, "Hurry up and get out! Why, are you disliking my tomato scrambled eggs?"

How could he dislike it?

Qin Zhan remembered the first time Bi Xia made him tomato scrambled eggs. Bi Xia had said that this dish was not only her favorite but also represented one of her happiest childhood memories.

To love what you love, what she loves is what he loves; how could he dislike it?

But Qin Zhan didn’t say this to Bi Xia. Instead, he smiled, straightened up, walked over to Bi Xia, and picked up an apron, "Lift your arms."

Bi Xia obediently lifted her arms, then continued to cut tomatoes while letting Qin Zhan put the apron on her.

Looking down at the apron with slight grievance, Bi Xia frowned and complained, "Why do you, a big man, need a little skirt-style apron!"

Qin Zhan paused slightly as he tied the apron, looked to the side at Bi Xia, and smiled, "That one is for you. This one is mine."

"Hmm?" Bi Xia stopped her movements, turned to look at Qin Zhan, and her eyes fixed on the apron, "Hey! Qin Zhan! Why is the apron you bought for me this style with a little skirt, and yours is so normal?!"

Qin Zhan looked Bi Xia up and down, his cold face revealing a satisfied smile, "As expected, it’s perfect."

Then he looked at Bi Xia with some grievance, "I can’t help it. Mrs. Qin always dresses as a man, so since I can’t see you in women’s clothes, as your husband, this was my only tactic. And the pattern is your favorite Pokémon. Seeing it today, it really suits our Little Nine, no matter what you wear..."

He lightly embraced the boy and whispered, "...you’re beautiful."

Bi Xia immediately half-laughing and half-crying, nudged Qin Zhan hard with her elbow, "You really are..."

"Clever?" Qin Zhan added, then tilted his head and lightly pecked her fair cheek, "I know."

Bi Xia: "...You’re really... your skin is getting thicker!"

Qin Zhan thought for a moment, then said seriously to Bi Xia, "I think I’ve answered this before, pursuing a wife with thin skin would easily get us taken away by wolves."

Bi Xia rolled her eyes, but not taken away by you, this wolf in sheep’s clothing.

She pushed Qin Zhan away, "Go, go, go, this kitchen god is about to start cooking."

Qin Zhan obediently retreated, unable to hide the smile on his face, as he watched Bi Xia busy preparing that tomato scrambled eggs.

Adding a little salt, Bi Xia tasted it lightly, and found it to be not bad. She turned around intending to open the refrigerator to see what else she could cook. Usually, it was Qin Zhan who cooked, but today she planned to show off her skills.

Just as she took a step, she was suddenly embraced, and cold lips pressed against hers, transitioning from an initial fierce dominance to a final gentle and tender touch, mingling, savoring, the youth whispered, "What to do, like a drug, once tasted, never want to let go."

Bi Xia swallowed hard, raised her head, and bit the youth’s lower lip hard, teasing, "I’ll deepen the drug effect! So you’ll never escape!"

Having said that, she turned and left that strong embrace, muttering ’seems like I forgot to add salt just now...’ then added a big spoonful of salt, her mind wandering somewhere, constantly covering her face to cool down.

Seeing the calm yet actually flustered boy, Qin Zhan smiled lightly, then looked at the tomato scrambled eggs with an extra big spoonful of salt, raising an eyebrow, he thought it had already been salted...

Sure enough, at mealtime, as soon as the tomato scrambled eggs entered his mouth, Qin Zhan’s expression stiffened, swallowing it whole, too salty...