The Mad Young Master Falls Asleep Every Night to My Fragrance - Chapter 56

Jiang Youxi raised her hand to cover her ears, about to ask her uncle what he had just said, but found that he had already gone into the kitchen to busy himself.

The firecrackers stopped. Jiang Youxi was about to go into the kitchen when she heard a man’s low voice call out behind her: “Xixi.”

Jiang Youxi paused, then turned to look at the man.

He Zhuo weighed the dough ball in his hand: “Come and teach me.”

Jiang Youxi went over and took a look, and almost fainted.

The plate in front of me was filled with dumplings that looked utterly unappetizing.

“Did you wrap this?”

He Zhuo glanced at her: “Does it look good?”

Jiang Youxi picked up a dumpling with a bulging belly, the filling almost bursting through the wrapper: “You think it looks good?!”

“nice.”

“…”

Jiang Youxi glanced down at it.

Oh no, the dumpling in her hand really is the prettiest!

Jiang Youxi snatched everything from his hands and pushed him away, saying, “You should go and attend to your official business first.”

He Zhuo slapped her hand away: “Don’t stop me from being filial to my uncle and aunt.”

“…”

Is this filial piety?!

If your “filial piety” had happened during a famine, you would have been beaten to death with sticks!

He picked up a dumpling wrapper and handed it to her: “Teach me.”

Jiang Youxi scoffed, “Didn’t you say you were going to be filial to your aunt and uncle?”

Looking to outsource your filial piety efforts?

“Yes,” he looked at her, “I want to be filial to you.”

“…”

OK.

Considering how much “New Year’s goods” he bought, I’ll teach him. Otherwise, we won’t even have dumplings to eat on New Year’s Eve!

Jiang Youxi took the dumpling wrapper from his hand, skillfully scooped out a little meat filling and put it in the middle of the dumpling wrapper, then moistened it with water and spread it around the edge of the dumpling, then pinched up the two layers of wrapper and pinched them tightly one by one.

He Zhuo stared at her intently.

The room was heated, so it wasn’t cold. The little girl was only wearing a beige knitted sweater, her hair was tied in a bun, her face was rosy, and there was some flour on the tip of her nose, making her look like a little kitten.

Her eyes were lowered as she focused on the dumplings in her hands, the overhead light falling softly and warmly on her.

Just watching her quietly calmed my mind and body, bringing me a sense of healing.

“Just like this, it will…” Jiang Youxi looked up and found that this guy was staring at her silently again.

Why are you looking at me?

She finally figured it out.

Lately, this guy has been acting strangely, staring at her all the time.

Does she look like a banknote?!

He Zhuo looked at her small face: “You have something on your face.”

“What is that?”

Jiang Youxi instinctively reached out to wipe it with her hand, but the man spoke first: “I’ll wipe it for you.”

He Zhuo gently stroked her cheeks with his fingertips.

Jiang Youxi asked in confusion, “It’s on both sides.”

“Yes, both sides.”

He Zhuo withdrew his hand and smiled with satisfaction: “Finished wiping? What were you trying to say to me just now?”

Jiang Youxi’s attention was diverted, and she made a few more dumplings to show him: “Did you get it?”

“Won’t.”

Jiang Youxi, unconvinced, wrapped a few more dumplings: “Now you know how, right?”

“I still can’t.”

Jiang Youxi was furious: “He Zhuo, did you do this on purpose?”

He Zhuo looked completely innocent: “I really don’t know how.”

“…”

Too.

A rich young master who never lifts a finger to cook, it’s no wonder he can’t make dumplings.

Jiang Youxi was forced to take matters into her own hands and teach him.

She placed the dumpling wrapper in his palm, took both of his hands, and taught him step by step, hand in hand.

He Zhuo lowered his eyes and looked at the two small hands.

The nail bed is light pink, and the fingers covered in flour are soft and white, like a lustrous white pearl.

He Zhuo leisurely played with her little fingers. The originally soft fingers became even smoother and more delicate with the lubrication of the flour.

As Jiang Youxi explained, she demonstrated with her own hands. After asking several times without receiving a response, she finally came to her senses and realized that he had been playing with her fingers.

Jiang Youxi slapped his hand: “What are you doing? Why aren’t you making your dumplings properly? What are you doing playing with my hand?”

“Such beautiful hands, you won’t even let me touch them?” the man clicked his tongue, turning the tables on her, “You’re such a stingy person.”

“…”

Jiang Youxi glared and gritted her teeth: “I’ll… wrap it myself!”

After saying that, she threw down the dumpling wrapper, turned around, and stormed off.

“Wait!” Jiang Xu grabbed her, seeing her face, her lips pursed, looking like she wanted to laugh but was forcibly holding it back. “Mom, do you know what you look like right now?”

“What?”

“Like a little kitten, pfft—hahahaha!”

Jiang Xu burst out laughing and collapsed onto the sofa.

Is it really that exaggerated?

Jiang Youxi entered the room and picked up a mirror to take a look.

Sure enough, I saw white flour on the tip of my nose, and three whiskers drawn on each cheek to match, making me look exactly like a little kitten.

Jiang Youxi was taken aback, narrowed her eyes, and looked at the man in the hall who was making dumplings with ease.

What kind of twisted sense of humor does this bastard have?

You really enjoy drawing things on other people’s faces?!

–

As the sound of firecrackers outside the window grew more frequent and prolonged, the Jiang family’s New Year’s Eve dinner finally began.

The Spring Festival Gala was playing on TV, filled with laughter and joy.

The family sat together eating, chatting and laughing, creating a warm and loving scene.

“Have you heard? Fang Qi’s uncle has been demoted!” Jiang Shaoyang exclaimed in surprise.

“Because of this incident?” Aunt Jiang asked.

“yes.”

“But this matter has little to do with him, so why was he also affected and punished so severely?” Jiang Shuli wondered.

Everyone found it very strange.

Logically speaking, Wen Song is not a member of the Fang family, and he was handling the case impartially towards He Zhuo, so there’s no reason why he should be affected.

Jiang Youxi subconsciously looked at He Zhuo: “He Zhuo, do you know the reason?”

Upon hearing this, everyone turned to look at the man who was calmly eating.

He Zhuo nodded: “I know.”

What’s the reason?

“He took the law into his own hands against the suspect.”

The law clearly stipulates that it is illegal for anyone, regardless of their status, to use vigilante justice against a suspect.

Jiang Youxi suddenly remembered the wounds all over He Zhuo’s body when she went to the police station to pick him up that day.

“Did you deliberately let him use vigilante justice on you?”

He Zhuo nodded: “I just said a few words, and I angered him, so he resorted to vigilante justice.”

“…”

What kind of talk is this that would cause a police officer who has been in office for many years to lose control to the point of ignoring the law and resorting to vigilante justice against him?

Jiang Youxi recalled everything that happened after He Zhuo was taken away by the police.

Only now did she realize how truly intelligent the man before her was.

This matter was like a grand game of chess he was playing; he had absolute control over it, and every move he made was calculated and deliberate.

No wonder he will become a top billionaire in the future.

A true master is a true master; at such a young age, he possesses an exceptional mental fortitude that many lack, along with an unwavering confidence in controlling the overall situation.

It was rare for Uncle Jiang to drink, so he raised his glass to He Zhuo and sincerely thanked him: “He Zhuo, no matter what, I am truly grateful to you. If it weren’t for you, Li Li might still be harassed by Fang Qi. You are a great benefactor to our Jiang family. I can’t thank you enough. Let me drink to that first.”

He Zhuo immediately stood up and replied, “You are my uncle, and even more so my master. It is only right that I do these things. You don’t need to thank me.”

Jiang Shaoyang also stood up to toast him: “He Zhuo, I’m not good with fancy words, but we will always remember your kindness in saving our Jiang family. If you ever have any difficulties in the future, I will definitely help you if I can! Come on, brother, let’s toast!”

Aunt Jiang tugged at his clothes: “He Zhuo can’t hold his liquor, you two should take it easy.”

“Oh right, I almost forgot, Brother He Zhuo is a one-cup wonder!” Jiang Shaoyang was about to take the wine from He Zhuo’s hand when He Zhuo drank it all in one gulp.

Seeing the man who had downed several glasses of baijiu without any change in his complexion and whose eyes were still bright, Jiang Shaoyang narrowed his eyes and finally realized something.

He walked over, put his arm around He Zhuo’s shoulder, and said with a sinister smile, “Brother He Zhuo, so you can really hold your liquor! Why did you get knocked out after just one drink last time?!”

“Just kidding.”

Why did you lie to me?

I don’t want to drink with you.

“…”

Jiang Shaoyang pointed at him, his fingers trembling with anger.

Jiang Xu pressed down on his finger: “Uncle, you should thank my dad for letting you off the hook. If he had really gone all out with you last time, you might have ended up in the hospital and still not be able to beat him!”

Jiang Shaoyang was unconvinced and wanted to have a showdown with He Zhuo that night, but He Zhuo had to attend to official business later and declined.

After the New Year’s Eve dinner, Jiang Shaoyang collapsed drunk on the sofa, gazing at the sky and sighing.

Jiang Xu brought him a glass of honey water: “Uncle, you drank quite a bit tonight, have some honey water.”

etc!

Jiang Shaoyang sat up with a jolt and pulled Jiang Xu close: “Did He Zhuo sleep in Xi Xi’s room that night?”

“yes.”

Jiang Shaoyang carefully recalled He Zhuo’s various actions that night.

It turns out this kid was faking being drunk so that Xixi would take care of him!

Depend on!

That kid is incredibly cunning!

Jiang Xu helped Jiang Shaoyang back to his room and they saw He Zhuo working on his computer.

He ran over, plopped down, and reached out his hand to him.

He Zhuo glanced at him: “Did your hand cramp?”

The boy smiled and asked, “Dad, where’s my New Year’s red envelope?”

“No.”

“How could there not be? You used to give me a huge red envelope every year! You can’t just stop this tradition because I came from another time!” Jiang Xu protested.

You can do without anything, but you absolutely must have red envelopes for Chinese New Year!

He Zhuo’s gaze fell on him, scrutinizing him carefully.

The boy in front of her, like Jiang Youxi, truly possessed a kind of magic that made her break the rules and disregard principles time and time again.

“You can have a red envelope, but you can exchange one of your things for it.”

“What is that?”

“Your hair,” he specifically reminded, “must be the kind with the hair follicle intact.”

Jiang Xu scratched his head: “What do you need this for?”

“Research.”

“What are you researching?”

Don’t ask.

Jiang Xu responded with an “oh”.

“Fine, wait!” Right in front of He Zhuo, the young man forcefully plucked out a tuft of his hair. “Here you go!”

He Zhuo looked at the boy’s bald patch and said, “I’ll only use a few strands.”

“It’s alright!” Jiang Xu generously shoved the handful of hair into the man’s hand. “Take it, the more the merrier!”

“Good boy.” He Zhuo patted his head with satisfaction, like giving a puppy a treat, and tossed him the red envelope. “Here you go.”

Jiang Xu’s eyes lit up, and she rushed forward, hugging He Zhuo’s neck and patting the man’s back with emotion: “Dad! You really are my good dad! I love you, you will always be my best dad in this life!!!”

After a round of “filial piety,” Jiang Xu picked up the red envelope and happily ran out to play with Zhang Chao.

He Zhuo coughed softly.

That brat, he’s got real strength.

After finishing his work, He Zhuo walked out of his room and stood in the corridor, silently watching the brother and sister playing downstairs.

He Zhu walked over: “President He, is there something you need?”

He Zhuo took out a sealed bag and handed it to him.

He Zhu took it and looked at it, only to find that it was human hair.

“Whose hair is this?”

“Jiang Xu.” He Zhuo took out a cigarette, lit it, and took a puff. “Go get a DNA test done.”

With whom?

“With me.”