The Mad Young Master Falls Asleep Every Night to My Fragrance - Chapter 15

He Zhuo let go and got out of the car.

With her abdomen free, Jiang Youxi immediately felt that her breathing became much smoother.

Seeing her look like she had just escaped death, He Zhuo scoffed, “You only hugged her for a moment, why are you panting like a dog?”

“You call this a hug? Even a hanging rope is looser than your hug!”

“It was my first time sitting here, I wasn’t paying attention,” he apologized earnestly. “I’ll be gentler next time.”

Next time?!

Jiang Youxi smiled and said, “There won’t be a next time.”

She started the car to leave, but he grabbed the front of the car with one hand.

“You just left like that?”

“Otherwise what? You want me to stay for dinner?”

“Can.”

“ah?”

He Zhuo glanced at his injured arm: “My injury is so serious, as a medical student, don’t you have any advice for me?”

Jiang Youxi thought he made sense: “Anyway, you can’t get it wet, you have to apply anti-inflammatory medicine every day, eat a light diet, and avoid spicy, cold, and greasy foods.”

Jiang Youxi then rattled off a bunch of precautions, concluding with, “Did you remember them?”

“No.”

Jiang Youxi choked, then rattled off the words again.

He Zhuo stared at her moving pink lips without saying a word.

“You should remember this now, right?”

What would you do if I said I didn’t remember?

Jiang Youxi raised her fist, gritting her teeth: “I’ll beat you to death!”

He said, “Oh, I really didn’t remember.”

“you–!”

He Zhuo grasped her trembling index finger: “Go inside and write it down for me.”

Jiang Youxi pulled her hand back: “No!”

“One hundred for each word.”

Jiang Youxi’s jaw dropped: “Are you sure?!”

One hundred words per character, if you write ten thousand characters, wouldn’t that be a million?!

When have I ever lied to you?

You’ve lied to me quite a few times.

“…”

Jiang Youxi immediately got out of the car and approached him with a smile: “Senior He Zhuo, can I write 10,000 words?”

He Zhuo glanced at her sideways: “The precautions are ten thousand words long?”

“Of course! The precautions on those medicine packages are simplified versions; the original version is much longer! Add to that the precautions for treating your wound, and together,” Jiang Youxi held up five fingers, “it’s at least 50,000 words!”

“Then why don’t you write 50,000 words?”

Jiang Youxi was a little embarrassed: “It’s not that… I feel guilty for making too much money off you all at once.”

He Zhuo chuckled: “Well, you’re quite understanding.”

“Thank you.”

“But I want it handwritten.”

Jiang Youxi asked disappointedly, “Handwritten?”

He Zhuo looked at her: “Do I look like a sucker?”

“…”

Jiang Youxi tried to persuade him: “I think handwriting and electronic typing are the same, and it doesn’t affect your use. Why are you so concerned about whether to type it by hand?”

He Zhuo put his hands in his pockets, looking smug: “I’m afraid you’ll just copy and paste.”

“…”

–

Although she couldn’t type it by hand, the temptation of 100 yuan per word was too great. From the moment Jiang Youxi entered the villa, she couldn’t suppress the corners of her mouth and started masturbating vigorously while holding Xiao Du.

He Zhuo sat on the sofa, glancing sideways at the woman sitting opposite him on the carpet, her hands clasped together, facing the white paper and pen like a devout worshipper.

Her movements were precise and her attitude sincere, typical of someone worshipping the God of Wealth.

After she finished praying, she picked up her pen and began writing furiously.

Seeing how diligently she was writing, Aunt Zhang assumed she was doing homework and couldn’t help but praise her: “Miss Jiang is indeed a medical student. Not only is her handwriting beautiful, but the content is also so profound that not just anyone can understand it.”

“Miss Jiang, are you writing Morse code?”

Jiang Youxi looked at her elementary school-level handwriting and said somewhat embarrassedly, “Aunt Zhang, I’m writing down some notes for senior He Zhuo.”

“Really? Look at my eyes, I’m getting old and my eyesight is failing,” Aunt Zhang apologized with a smile. “Miss Jiang is so kind to the second young master. This is the first time in his life that the second young master has met someone who treats him so well.”

Jiang Youxi chuckled dryly: “Aunt Zhang, are you going to say next that I’m the first woman your second young master brought home?”

“How did you know? Miss Jiang, you’re so smart!”

“…”

Jiang Youxi could only force a smile, and subconsciously stole a glance at the man on the sofa diagonally opposite her.

He was working on his computer, not even looking up.

Jiang Xu mentioned that He Zhuo was in the early stages of starting his business at that time and was very busy with work.

Thinking that the man opposite her was a future top three billionaire on the Forbes Global Billionaires List, Jiang Youxi sighed deeply and buried herself in writing a few hundred more words.

While Jiang Youxi was writing, Aunt Zhang invited her to stay for dinner that evening before leaving.

“No need, my younger brother is waiting for me at home to have dinner together. Thank you for your kindness.”

“Can’t he cook for himself?”

“He’s a kitchen killer.”

What’s the address?

Jiang Youxi turned her head to look at the man on the sofa.

He Zhuo took out his phone to check her information, waiting for her reply.

“What do you need my home address for?”

Ordering takeout

“ah?”

“He doesn’t like takeout?”

“No, I mean…”

“Give me his number, I’ll ask him directly.”

“…”

Jiang Youxi did not give her address, but instead called Jiang Xu to ask for his opinion.

Hearing that she was staying at Yue Lan Ting to have dinner with He Zhuo that night, Jiang Xu was particularly excited: “It’s okay! Mom, you can have dinner with Dad without worrying about me. I can eat steamed buns and pickled vegetables!”

Jiang Youxi lowered her voice: “Your dad said he’s going to order takeout for you.”

“Really?” Jiang Xu exclaimed excitedly. “Then I’ll have a steamed pork rib, an Australian lobster, a Buddha Jumps Over the Wall soup, a braised abalone and shark fin soup, a white truffle omelet, and a…”

“Stop!” Jiang Youxi interrupted him. “You brat, do you know how much these dishes cost? How dare you order them?”

“I know, it’s only a little over ten thousand. That’s how we eat at home, it’s not expensive.”

“…”

This left her, as a mother, in a truly unbearable situation.

“That won’t do either. They’re just being polite. Are you really going to be impolite?”

“What family? Mom, that’s Dad! If he doesn’t earn money for us to spend, then who does he spend it for?”

Jiang Youxi couldn’t argue with him, so she hung up the phone and smiled at He Zhuo: “Senior He Zhuo, just two chicken leg lunch boxes will do.”

Jiang Xu has a large appetite and needs to eat two portions to feel full.

He Zhuo glanced at her, dialed a number, and listed all the dishes Jiang Xu had just ordered, along with the address: “I’ll come and cook them right away. Thank you for your hard work.”

Jiang Youxi was startled: “Senior He Zhuo, my brother was just joking, you don’t need to…”

“Is this how you act as an older sister? He’s growing up, and you’re feeding him this kind of low-nutrition boxed lunch?”

“…”

What do you mean by “not nutritious”? The boxed lunch has meat and vegetables, it’s cheap and plentiful, it’s one of the most affordable cuisines in her mind!

He Zhuo is Jiang Xu’s biological father, and it’s understandable that an old father would dote on his son.

Jiang Youxi stopped dwelling on the issue and sincerely accepted He Zhuo’s kindness.

–

After Jiang Xu finished his dinner, Jiang Youxi felt more at ease. As soon as dinner was over, she sat down at the coffee table again and continued working.

He Zhuo glanced at her: “How many words are there?”

Jiang Youxi smiled and held up two fingers: “We’ve already earned 231,200 yuan.”

He Zhuo chuckled: “Keep working hard and try to earn a million.”

“Thank you, I will.”

Jiang Youxi continued to work diligently.

He Zhuo continued working.

The vast silence suddenly subsided, with only the sound of the keyboard tapping in sync with her writing, like a lullaby that gradually calmed the barren and restless heart.

He Zhuo stopped what he was doing and looked up at the little girl opposite him.

She sat upright, her left hand holding down the white paper, her right hand gripping the pen, writing each stroke with focus and seriousness.

The various varieties of peaches purchased a few days ago were displayed against the wall in the hall. The sweet fragrance of peaches, mixed with her unique scent, permeated the air and gradually enveloped her entire body.

With my mind and body relaxed, a long-lost feeling of drowsiness gradually crept in.

Feeling her fingers getting tired, Jiang Youxi put down her pen to rest, only to find that the man opposite her had already fallen asleep.

He rested his head on the sofa armrest, lay on the sofa with his eyes closed, breathing evenly, and was sleeping soundly.

It was already mid-October, and the temperature difference between day and night was large, with the nighttime temperature being much lower than the daytime temperature.

Worried that he might catch a cold and be unable to pay for her handwritten notes, Jiang Youxi got up and went upstairs to get a blanket.

She took the blanket and went downstairs, where she heard the man on the sofa curled up, sweat pouring from his forehead, and making low moans of pain.

His voice was muffled and suppressed, as if he couldn’t escape the world that terrified him, filled with pain, pity, and a desperate struggle.

No matter how hard he struggled, it was all in vain.

His body trembled slightly, and he cried out in pain, like a bird on the verge of death, huddled in a corner, waiting for its demise.

With a thud.

He fell straight off the sofa.

“Senior He Zhuo!” Jiang Youxi rushed over, trying to help him up, but his body was too heavy, and no matter what she did, it was no use.

He was covered in sweat, and his body began to spasm due to extreme pain.

Jiang Youxi was seeing He Zhuo so vulnerable for the first time and didn’t know what to do.

She called out for Aunt Zhang, but Aunt Zhang was nowhere to be found. She called several times, but no one answered.

Jiang Youxi grabbed his arm and used all her strength to help him up little by little.

After finally managing to lift him up a little, He Zhuo’s foot accidentally hooked on the coffee table leg, causing him to stumble and Jiang Youxi to fall to the ground as well.

A muffled thud.

The man fell on top of her, his forehead slamming against hers.

Jiang Youxi felt a sharp pain that made her vision go black. She instinctively turned her head, and two soft touches brushed lightly across her cheeks.

Yu hope’s pupils widened slightly, and she froze in place.

etc!

Is this He Zhuo’s mouth?!