Husband-stealing story

Chapter 22

The round-faced maid was startled and immediately slapped herself on the face: "Miss, Fu'er knows she was wrong."

After saying that, he was about to slap his left cheek again when Tang Shijiu frowned and stopped him before the slap landed, saying, "You are all very good, you are all very good. It's just that I'm not used to being served."

Tianxiu waved her fan: "Having heard what the Nineteenth Miss said, aren't you all going down now?"

The maids gave a slight curtsy before withdrawing one by one.

Tang Shijiu breathed a sigh of relief and grinned at Tianxiu, "You must have been too harsh to make these girls so scared!" Tianxiu smiled charmingly, "Nonsense, I'm never harsh on girls."

"Then why are they so afraid of you? Isn't it because they're afraid you're fierce?"

“They’re afraid I…aren’t fierce enough.” He whispered in her ear, his breath sweet as orchids, “Sometimes girls like it when men are fierce.”

Nineteen stuck out her tongue: "If you dare to be mean to me, I'll beat you up."

Seeing that she was completely unmoved by his teasing, Tianxiu could only shrug. As he shrugged, the clothes draped over his shoulders slipped down, revealing his fair and delicate shoulders.

Nineteen's eyes lit up.

Seeing the wolf-like look in her eyes, Tianxiu, who had never been shy in front of a girl before, hurriedly pulled her clothes up, afraid that she might suddenly pounce on him and twist him hard again.

Disappointment was clearly visible in her beautiful, large eyes.

"What do you wish for, my beauty?" Tianxiu quickly asked, trying to distract her. "Just treat this place as your own home and do whatever you want."

Nineteen smiled sweetly, a little embarrassed: "I want to eat braised pork knuckle, is that okay?"

As long as she doesn't look at him like he's a piece of pork, nothing is impossible. As evening fell, a fragrant aroma filled the clinic; the chef was the best in the entire Zhenyang City, and his specialty was braised pork knuckle.

Nineteen spread his five fingers, grabbed the food, and wolfed it down, his face shiny with oil.

Tianxiu held a white porcelain bowl, wiping her mouth after each bite, acting more like a woman than he did. However, no matter how refined he was, he couldn't help but laugh out loud at her fierce and ruthless way of devouring food.

"Nineteen, the way you eat is like a little pig, all wiggling and swaying."

Shen Yun, who usually disagrees, expressed his agreement with silence.

Nineteen glared at him fiercely, but ignored him.

If you pay attention to him, you won't be able to eat.

Don't let Shen Yun's less rough eating habits fool you; he's quite fast. A few days ago, he only drank plain porridge. What if he tries to steal her pork knuckle now?

Nineteen decided to disregard appearances; the pork knuckle was the most important thing.

Within three days, all the girls in Zhenyang City knew that the handsome doctor at Jinxiu Medical Clinic had found a sweetheart. So, every day, countless women, filled with jealousy and curiosity, came seeking his treatment, feigning all sorts of ailments. After witnessing Tianxiu's attentive care for Shijiu, they left heartbroken and sorrowful.

"They all like you?" Tall or short, fat or thin, ugly or beautiful, a bunch of women came and went, even a fool could see something was amiss, "They seem very sad."

Tianxiu shook her fan, looking troubled: "They've put me in a difficult position, so Nineteen, I'll let you handle this. It'll save you a lot of trouble in the future."

Tang Shijiu looked doubtful: "But I feel that you are enjoying it and don't find it difficult."

The fan gently brushed against her hair, but she dodged it: "Nineteen, even if you know, can you please not say it? Being so direct will hurt my heart."

Nineteen remained unmoved: "Tianxiu, is your heart made of glass? It's too fragile! How can you survive in the martial world like this?!"

Tianxiu was completely speechless and could only offer him chilled mung bean soup: "It's refreshing, it's refreshing."

He treated her extremely well. Whenever Nineteen complained of the heat, he would immediately conjure up several huge blocks of ice from nowhere and have several maids fan her vigorously to cool her down. Whenever Nineteen wanted something to eat, he would immediately go and find the best cook.

Shen Yun was right, she did resemble Tang Weiqi somewhat.

The woman who left an unforgettable mark on his heart.

Although only one or two people occasionally resembled him, it was enough to make him infatuated.

After drinking the cool and refreshing mung bean soup, Nineteen let out a satisfied sigh, then suddenly asked seriously, "Tianxiu, why are you so good to me?"

Without even blinking, he simply replied, "I like you!"

Why do you like me?

"Because you're beautiful, a beauty like you, who wouldn't like you?"

"Are you like this towards all beautiful people?"

"Uh, no."

Nineteen blinked and said seriously, "Tianxiu, you don't like me. When you look at me, you're thinking about other things."

Tianxiu was startled, but kept a straight face: "I was thinking of you."

“Stop lying,” she frowned, her face frosty. “If you really liked me, you'd know I hate being lied to. Your smiles never reach your eyes. When you look at me, you never… never…”

Her voice, however, turned somber.

She wanted to say that when you look at me, you won't look at me the way Xu Ziqing looks at Gu Yan.

But he couldn't say those words; they choked in his throat, and large tears welled up in his eyes.

"Even if I don't like you, don't cry." Tianxiu was both amused and annoyed, and took a handkerchief to wipe her face.

Are all men like this? Even if they don't like someone, they'll pretend to be all lovey-dovey, making the woman fall head over heels for them, and then righteously distancing themselves from the relationship?

Nineteen waved her hand away: "If you didn't like me, why didn't you tell me sooner? Is it fun teasing girls like this?"

He was stunned; he hadn't expected her to throw such a tantrum.