"I only cook for humans, not for beasts!" Xiao Qiang said with bitter resentment.
"Xiao Qiang, how can you be like this? We agreed on this just now!" Qin Zhaoyue was boiling with rage at Xiao Qiang's words.
"Sister, it's fine. I'm not hungry. You and your husband go ahead and eat," Chen Zihao chimed in smoothly, playing the peacemaker once again.
"How could you not be hungry? Xiao Qiang, you are really going too far." After reprimanding Xiao Qiang, Qin Zhaoyue pushed the bowl of noodles in front of her straight across to Chen Zihao. "Zihao, you're the patient, hurry up and eat. I happen to be trying to lose weight lately anyway, so missing a meal won't hurt."
Meanwhile, Xiao Qiang went back to shoveling food into his mouth.
When Chen Zihao made a move to refuse, Qin Zhaoyue feigned displeasure and said, "If you really consider me your sister, you'll listen to me and eat!" Her tone was rather overbearing, which fit her usual personality well enough.
Qin Zhaoyue's actions made Xiao Qiang feel even more oppressed. Just as Chen Zihao was about to pick up his chopsticks, Xiao Qiang snatched the bowl right off the table and turned to walk toward the bathroom.
"Since you're dieting and not eating, I might as well dump it!"
And then, right before their eyes, a fragrant bowl of tomato and egg noodles was flushed down the toilet.
"You..." Qin Zhaoyue was rendered speechless with anger by Xiao Qiang's stunt.
Seeing the irrepressible fury between Qin Zhaoyue's brows, Chen Zihao was overjoyed in his heart. *Go on and fight, the more intense the better! That's the only way I can muscle my way in.*
Ignoring Xiao Qiang entirely, Qin Zhaoyue turned to Chen Zihao with a smile and said, "Zihao, um... how about this? There are still a few packs of instant noodles in the house, should I boil two packs of those to tide us over? What do you think? I'm so sorry, you came to my house and I'm making you eat instant noodles!"
Chen Zihao put on a magnanimous front. "It's fine, Sister. As long as I'm with you, anything is fine." As he spoke, he took advantage of Qin Zhaoyue's averted gaze to shoot Xiao Qiang a provocative look.
Qin Zhaoyue stormed into the kitchen to cook the noodles.
At the dining table, Xiao Qiang continued eating his noodles, while Chen Zihao, sitting not far away, glanced at Qin Zhaoyue's graceful silhouette and then back at Xiao Qiang with a smug smile at the corner of his mouth. "Brother-in-law, I wonder if you've ever had noodles cooked personally by my sister? I'm certainly looking forward to it! Maybe in just a few days, the master of this villa will be someone else... By then, I'll be right in your bed, hehe..."
Xiao Qiang knew Chen Zihao was deliberately trying to provoke him. If Qin Zhaoyue hadn't been around, Xiao Qiang wouldn't have minded breaking his other arm.
But with Qin Zhaoyue present, he didn't want to let her think he was a maniac prone to violence. Besides, he was going to have a showdown with her tonight anyway, so what harm was there in waiting a little longer?
At the same time, a deep sense of irony washed over him.
Qin Zhaoyue, a wealthy socialite who had never lifted a finger in her life, was actually cooking personally today for this sworn younger brother.
Xiao Qiang remembered a time when he had a high fever and Qin Zhaoyue claimed she didn't know how to cook, leaving him to force himself through his physical illness to make food for her.
Yet today, she was cooking personally for this sworn younger brother who harbored impure intentions toward her.
How ironic indeed!
After a long while!
Qin Zhaoyue actually came out carrying two bowls. Xiao Qiang glanced inadvertently at the contents of their bowls and almost burst out laughing.
Whether she had poured in too much soy sauce or too much vinegar, the broth was pitch black, and the instant noodles were clumped together in a solid mass...
Unwilling to watch this affectionate display between the "loving couple," and having finished his own meal anyway, Xiao Qiang took his bowl into the kitchen to clean up the mess.
Meanwhile, Chen Zihao looked at the dark cuisine before him, filled with reluctance...
"Hurry up and eat, Zihao!"
"Oh, right, right, I'll eat..."
Once Xiao Qiang finished cleaning the kitchen, he went straight up to the second floor, returned to his room, and started browsing short videos.
"Zihao, does the taste seem a bit strange..."
"No, Sister, it's quite good..."
"Really? Then hurry up and eat..."
"Uh... alright..."
Ten minutes later, the bowl in front of Chen Zihao was completely empty, while the noodles in Qin Zhaoyue's bowl remained practically untouched.
Chen Zihao swore that this was absolutely the most repulsive meal he had ever eaten in his life. Damn it, did she boil these instant noodles in vinegar? That sour punch was enough to knock a person's soul right out of their body.
Most crucially, why did she have to add white pepper? And as if white pepper wasn't enough, did she pour in a whole bottle of chili powder? Granted, he was from Xiangxi and could handle spicy food, but she didn't need to add quite this much!
By the time he finished, Chen Zihao was a mess of snot and tears.
"Zihao, is it really that good?"
"Cough, cough... Sis, I'm mostly just moved. Nobody has cooked a meal for me in so many years... Thank you, Sister..."
"It's only right. Tomorrow morning, Sister will cook for you again."
Chen Zihao instantly became like a frightened bird. "No, no need... Sis, tomorrow morning I'll cook myself!"
He was now worried that if he let Qin Zhaoyue cook again, he would probably be sent straight to the afterlife by her dark cuisine before he even got to sleep with her.
"Let's go, Zihao, I'll take you to your room..."
With that, Qin Zhaoyue led Chen Zihao to the guest bedroom right next to her and Xiao Qiang's master bedroom, and then personally made the bed for him.
Qin Zhaoyue was wearing an ice-silk nightgown, and as she made the bed, her full, perky backside appeared exceptionally prominent, even revealing the outline of the undergarment beneath.
This sight left Chen Zihao, standing behind her, with a dry throat, making him want nothing more than to pounce on her right then and there and ravage her.
At that moment, Qin Zhaoyue stood up and turned around. "Zihao, get some rest... Oh? Zihao, why is your nose bleeding..."
"Ah?! Oh, I guess my internal heat is acting up. It's nothing, Sis, you go back too, and talk things over with my brother-in-law. His jealousy has flared up again!"
"It's fine, I have ways of dealing with your husband. Alright, pour yourself some water. You're a grown man, you should know how to take care of yourself..."
As soon as Qin Zhaoyue left the room, Chen Zihao hurried into the bathroom and jammed his fingers down his throat. "Blech..."
After a long while, the burning sensation in his abdomen began to subside, and the image of Qin Zhaoyue's sexy physique while making the bed flooded his mind once more.
"Qin Zhaoyue, I must have you, I will possess you! Xiao Qiang, you bastard, you stole everything from me, I want you dead... I can't wait any longer. Only when you're dead will Qin Zhaoyue throw herself completely into my arms and sing in sweet surrender beneath me!..."
Muttering to himself, he immediately took out his phone, found that number, and dialed.
Inside Qin Zhaoyue's bedroom!
After a few minutes of silence, Qin Zhaoyue spoke first.
"Darling, the way you acted just now was so petty, you didn't look like a man at all..."
Xiao Qiang paused his mobile game and said with disdain, "Whether I'm a man or not is something you've experienced deeply enough..."
"You..." Qin Zhaoyue's face flushed red with anger. What time was it, and he was still making dirty jokes?
At that moment, Xiao Qiang spoke up again. "Qin Zhaoyue, is this what you meant when you said you'd slowly cut ties with him? I think we have a huge problem between us—we don't even have the most basic trust left. You'd rather believe the unilateral words of your sworn younger brother than the man sharing your pillow. If you really think Chen Zihao is that great, then before we get our marriage certificate finalized, I'll grant your wish. Let's break up..."