The King of Urban Mercenaries
Chapter 325 - 325 325 The Azure Dragon Moves the Rose Calamity 9

325: Chapter 325: The Azure Dragon Moves, the Rose Calamity (9) 325: Chapter 325: The Azure Dragon Moves, the Rose Calamity (9) Mu Shanshan watched as Lin Fei started to eat, feeling the pang of hunger herself.

She restrained her impulse to join in, her expression tangled with conflict, and asked, “Before I start eating, I have a question for you.

How much do you plan to charge me after I finish eating?”

Mu Shanshan’s question nearly choked Lin Fei.

“So, after all this time, you’re worried I’ll charge you like last time, after you’ve eaten, right?”

A somewhat bemused Lin Fei, upon seeing Mu Shanshan nod, put down his chopsticks and fired back, “Mu Shanshan, has your brain taken in water, or have you forgotten that we’ve gotten a marriage certificate together?

I am your husband—in the eyes of the law, what’s yours is mine, and you are mine!

If I really wanted to take your money, would I need to go through the trouble of cooking for you?

Eat up; I don’t want a dime from you!”

After Lin Fei finished speaking, Mu Shanshan fell silent for a while, still not entirely convinced, and pressed, “Are you—keeping your word?”

“Don’t believe me?

Then forget it, eat it or not!”

Annoyed, Lin Fei retorted and started to withdraw his own plate.

“What are you doing?”

Seeing Lin Fei withdrawing the plate, Mu Shanshan immediately became dissatisfied (after all, she had been hungry for half the day), “Did I say I wasn’t going to eat?”

The moment her words fell, Mu Shanshan, adhering to the self-convincing principle that Lin Fei should cook for her since he lived in the house she bought, naturally picked up the chopsticks and began to taste the dishes Lin Fei made.

With the first bite, oh, not bad.

As she mentally applauded Lin Fei’s culinary skills, Mu Shanshan didn’t hesitate to pick up a second helping, and from then on, couldn’t stop.

“I say, can you slow down a bit, you’re after all the general manager of a Star Hotel.

When you eat, can’t you have a little—”Leave some for me.”

Seeing Mu Shanshan ignore his advice, Lin Fei simply sped up his eating as well.

Chopsticks flew, and in just five or six minutes, the dishes on the table had successively disappeared into the bellies of Lin Fei and Mu Shanshan.

After scanning the table and confirming that they had almost finished everything, a hint of regret appeared in Mu Shanshan’s eyes as she put down her chopsticks before Lin Fei.

After finishing the last mouthful of porridge in her bowl, and elegantly wiping the corners of her mouth with a napkin, Mu Shanshan signaled to Lin Fei, “I’m full.”

“You’re full, but I’m still hungry.

Had I known you could eat so much, I would never have let you to the table.”

Rubbing his only half-full stomach, Lin Fei set down his bowl and chopsticks and pushed them towards Mu Shanshan, “I won’t take your money for the meal, but you can at least wash the dishes.

The cleanup is on you; I’m going to sleep.”

With that, Lin Fei got up to leave.

“Wait a second.”

Seeing Lin Fei stand up, Mu Shanshan immediately called out to stop him, “I have more questions for you.”

“Are you ever done?”

Hungry and in a bad mood, Lin Fei waved his hand impatiently at Mu Shanshan, “Fine, fine, since you’re my wife, ask quickly whatever you want to ask.”

Selectively ignoring Lin Fei’s complaint, Mu Shanshan went ahead and posed her question, “You knew that the kidnappers had hurt several security guards and were not ordinary adversaries, so why did you go after the kidnapper alone?

Don’t you realize how dangerous that was?

Why did you do it?”

Mu Shanshan’s barrage of questions left Lin Fei stunned.

Coming to his senses, Lin Fei looked Mu Shanshan over anew, finally realizing that these three questions were probably the main reason why she had sent him a message late at night, calling him back.