The Supreme Wild Young Master
Chapter 413 Xiao Nan’s Request_1

Chapter 413: Chapter 413 Xiao Nan’s Request_1

Upon hearing this, Zhang Xian seemed somewhat taken aback. It appeared, he hadn’t considered this issue.

In today’s society, monogamy is the norm. He certainly couldn’t bring all the women into his family, and marrying just one was even more impossible. So how should he handle this?

This seemed to be a major issue!

Zhu Qing looked at Zhang Xian and asked, "What? Haven’t figured it out yet?"

"Indeed, I haven’t."

Zhang Xian smiled, "But marrying just one is impossible! It’s either all or none."

"None?"

Zhu Qing glanced at Zhang Xian, "What do you mean by that? Are you implying you’ve been playing with us?"

"No, that’s not what I meant."

Zhang Xian said, "Isn’t our relationship fine without marriage? We’ve been doing well so far, right? Whoever dares to gossip will be made to regret it."

"Alright then! I was merely asking."

After Zhu Qing opened the door of the Ferrari and took out Zhang Xian’s clothes, she said, "You go take a shower."

"Hmm..."

Zhang Xian took his clothes and chuckled, "I’m returning to TianDu tomorrow. Time is tight tonight, let’s go to bed after I get cleaned up."

"Ah..."

Zhu Qing exclaimed, "Are you...going back to TianDu tomorrow?"

Zhang Xian nodded, "Yes, Elder Sister Shaoyun and Sister Nan have returned. There’s too much to handle at Lingxiao Villa, I can’t stay here any longer."

"I see..."

Zhu Qing seemed reluctant to let him go. But she knew that TianDu needed him, so she couldn’t hold him back.

She knew very well how things were going at TianDu. Mo Shaoyun and Xiao Nan’s absence left the management at Lingxiao Villa paralyzed, and Elder Sister Meiting alone couldn’t handle it.

"Let’s go inside first."

Zhang Xian laughed and entered the villa.

After he had showered, he rushed into Zhu Qing’s room and pinned her beneath him, his hands roaming over her soft body.

"Zhang Xian..."

Under Zhang Xian’s touch, Zhu Qing’s breath quickened and her legs writhed involuntarily.

"Tonight, I’m going to pamper you," Zhang Xian chuckled and pressed his lips against Zhu Qing’s, kissing her passionately.

It had been half a year of cold war and he hadn’t touched Zhu Qing. Tonight, he simply couldn’t control himself.

"Hmm..."

Zhu Qing held onto Zhang Xian, responding passionately.

...

At TianDu City, atop Panlong Mountain, stood Lingxiao Villa.

As time went by, Lingxiao Villa was now essentially stable, its reputation founded nationwide. Lingxiao Villa was an anomaly compared to other such establishments.

In Huaxia, there’s only one health-oriented villa as effective as Lingxiao Villa. It had no branches elsewhere, thus its influence was pretty high.

With great success, however, came great busyness.

Zhang Xian, Duan Hong, Fu Meiting, and Wen Yulan were swarmed with work. Zhang Xian was busy preparing medicines, while the others were managing. They usually worked until late.

If it wasn’t for Wu Dajun, Buckteeth Zhou, Dong Tianchen, and others occasionally lending a hand, Lingxiao Villa wouldn’t have survived.

Unfortunately, Fu Meiting relentlessly held onto her power. It seemed she wasn’t planning on delegating any authority to anyone she didn’t trust.

Zhang Xian sighed at this. He knew Fu Meiting was merely saving space for Mo Shaoyun and Xiao Nan. It wouldn’t look too good to shuffle the management when the two elder sisters returned.

"Ah! I’m beat."

After yet another day of hard work, Fu Meiting collapsed onto Zhang Xian, "Honey, I’m exhausted. Carry me back."

"Really? It’s just a few steps! You can walk yourself," Zhang Xian said with a bitter smile.

"You just say yes or no! If you don’t carry me tonight, don’t you ever dream of carrying me in bed," Fu Meiting retorted.

"I’ll carry you, of course."

Zhang Xian smiled, raised Fu Meiting by the waist, and carried her out of the office.

"Yo..."

Duan Hong emerged from the office just as Zhang Xian was carrying Fu Meiting and jokingly said, "Zhang Xian, I want a piggyback ride too."

Fu Meiting chuckled, "What are you saying, Sister Hong? Are you trying to compete for him?"

"You’re insufferable."

Duan Hong looked at Fu Meiting and joked, "Who could snatch a man from you?"

"Ha-ha..."

Fu Meiting laughed out loud, "As long as you know."

After giving Fu Meiting an eyeroll, Duan Hong asked, "Zhang Xian, you’ve been brewing a lot of medicinal powder this half month, haven’t you? We’re out of stock in the warehouse."

"Yes, I’ve brewed a lot, enough to last us quite some time," Zhang Xian smiled and added, "And I’ve taught Buckteeth Zhou to prepare it. From now on, he’ll be our brewer."

"Is that wise?" Duan Hong looked concerned, "The medicinal powder brewing is the core of Lingxiao Villa, I’m worried he might have ulterior motives."

"Don’t worry, he won’t and doesn’t dare to."

Zhang Xian replied, "Also, the medicinal powder will soon be replaced by elixirs. Compared to the powder, elixirs are much more effective and long-lasting."

Upon hearing this, Duan Hong nodded and said, "That’s great, as long as you’re assured."

"Huh?"

Wen Yulan suddenly approached. "Meiting, did you twist your ankle? Why are you being carried by Zhang Xian?"

"Husband’s embrace feels cozy, doesn’t it!"

Fu Meiting laughed, "Elder Sister Yulan, do you also want to be held by Zhang Xian?"

"I would rather not bother with this fellow holding me! I’m not blessed enough to enjoy it anyway."

Wen Yulan laughed, "Such a good thing, only you are blessed enough for it, the rest of us can only watch."

"Indeed..."

Fu Meiting chuckled triumphantly, "Husband, I think Elder Sister Yulan feels itchy down there. Poke her."

"Um..."

Upon hearing this, Wen Yulan took off running.

Seeing Fu Meiting getting whimsical again, Duan Hong quickly ran outside too, "Elder Sister Yulan, wait for me, don’t run so fast!"

"Haha! Wives, your husband is coming too! Wait for me..."

Zhang Xian burst out laughing and ran after them with Fu Meiting in his arms. "None of you will escape tonight. I’ve held back for half a month, and I must let it all out tonight."

...

That night was as black as thick ink.

At a table in the dining room of Lingxiao Villa, Zhang Xian, Fu Meiting, Wen Yulan, Duan Hong, and Dong Qian were eating and chatting. The atmosphere was extremely lively.

"Qingqing, your cooking skills are getting better and better, well done!"

Zhang Xian complimented Dong Qian while eating. She really does have a knack for cooking.

Dong Qian blushed as she said, "As long as Brother Zhang Xian likes it, it’s good!"

"Oh..."

Fu Meiting chuckled, "Qianqian, this won’t do! Simply blushing at little praise is not a good habit. You should be thick-skinned like a certain person, whose face remains unchanged no matter what."

Dong Qian glanced at Fu Meiting and lowered her head.

"Um..."

Zhang Xian eyed Fu Meiting suspiciously, "Are you referring to me when you say a certain person?"

Fu Meiting laughed, "Whoever responds, it refers to."

"You must be asking for trouble."

Zhang Xian suddenly set down his chopsticks, wrapped one arm around Fu Meiting, and slipped a hand into her skirt. ’Today, I’ll set you straight,’ he laughed devilishly.

"Ah..."

Fu Meiting quickly crossed her legs, "You...Zhang Xian, stop...it tickles..."

"You think just by saying stop, I will?"

Zhang Xian didn’t have any intention of stopping, and his attacks grew even more relentless, rapidly tickling the hollow behind Fu Meiting’s knees.

"Um...aah..." Fu Meiting couldn’t help but moan.

The atmosphere got awkward for Wen Yulan, Duan Hong, and Dong Qian. Wasn’t he going too far? Tickling Fu Meiting’s knees while at dinner, isn’t he too outrageous?

"Hmm..." Fu Meiting tilted her head back, "Stop..."

Dong Qian, Duan Hong, and Dong Qian all stared at Fu Meiting, a bit conflicted. Although she kept crying ’stop’, she didn’t struggle at all, could she be any more fake?

The girl was clearly enjoying herself!

Zhang Xian smirked, "How is it? Still so cocky? Do you want it harder?"

"Haha..."

Fu Meiting burst out laughing, "It feels so good, keep going, if you dare, come right at me, I am not afraid of you!"

"Hey...both of you..."

Wen Yulan couldn’t take it any longer, "Can’t you consider our feelings? We’re still eating! How do you expect us to eat with all your moaning and groaning?"

"Exactly..."

Duan Hong was also very annoyed, "You two are acting way out of line, you should mind the situation."

Zhang Xian saw that the ladies were all unhappy, stopped tickling Fu Meiting, stood up, and went to the washbasin to clean his hands.

Fu Meiting clenched her teeth and shouted, "D*mn Zhang Xian, you wait. You’ll be the one washing my panties. I won’t let this go if you don’t wash them!"

"Pfft..."

When Wen Yulan heard this, she almost spat out the food in her mouth.

The complexions of Duan Hong and Dong Qian weren’t too good either. Seriously, could this older sister stop doing these things? They were still eating!

"Why are you all staring at me?"

After Fu Meiting straightened her clothes, she said, "Eat your food! Staring at me won’t satiate your hunger!"

"Wicked..."

Annoyed, Wen Yulan muttered, "No wonder you just told Qianqian to grow a thick skin. As it turns out, your skin is as thick as Zhang Xian’s."

Fu Meiting said with a serious face, "Is it, really?"

"You still deny it?"

Duan Hong laughed and asked, "Wasn’t it fun a while ago?"

"Isn’t that obvious?"

Fu Meiting pouted, "It’s as if you wouldn’t enjoy it if Zhang Xian touched you there. Not too long ago, you were shouting with pleasure!"

Upon hearing this, Duan Hong blushed and didn’t dare to speak to Fu Meiting anymore.

"Bing-ling-ling..."

Suddenly, a phone rang.

Zhang Xian went to the dining room, took out his mobile phone and saw that it was Xiao Nan. He was a bit surprised, but quickly answered, "Sister Nan, why did you remember to call me today?"

"Zhang Xian, the Mo family has encountered some trouble recently, can you come over?"