After a bottle of formula milk, the affection points of the little dragon rose to twelve points, and Wei Jing’s accumulated points reached fourteen. In high spirits, he immediately paid off all his outstanding debts.
Debt-free and feeling light and comfortable all over, he didn’t even lose his temper when the system’s gentle female voice informed him that the fifth beginner-level task had been activated, requiring him to knit a sweater for the cub by hand within a week.
It wasn’t until evening, when the great master arrived carrying a wild boar with one hand: “Honey, I’ve found a ‘wet nurse’ for our son.”
It was a wild boar currently nursing, even uglier than the wild boar spirit’s original form he had seen before.
Wei Jing’s mood turned from sunny to overcast：”……”
Great master, you found such an ugly wet nurse for your son. Aren’t you afraid he’ll grow up to be ugly?
He watched helplessly as the trembling wild boar was gleefully chased around by the little dragon cub, his heart feeling as cold as December frost.
The great master, however, didn’t seem to mind at all and smiled, his smile as warm and gentle as a spring breeze in March.
“Would it be… inappropriate to keep a pig in the house?” Wei Jing struggled to phrase his words carefully, making sure they didn’t sound too blunt or forceful. Heaven knew he really wanted to scream at that moment!
There was already the wild boar spirit Xiao Bai in the kitchen. Why did he have to bring a sow home?
Great Master Qin, are you trying to breed them?
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The great master seriously considered it for two seconds, then fixed his intense gaze on Wei Jing and asked in return, “Does it seem so?”
It was like a high-voltage current landing on him, making his scalp tingle. Wei Jing immediately backed down: “No, having a pair is just perfect!”
Seeing how obedient he was, the great master nodded with satisfaction: “I thought so too, which is why I brought two back.”
Huh? Two!
Wei Jing was shocked: “Where’s the other one then?”
The great master cast him a leisurely glance, his smile mysterious and unfathomable: “Guess?”
I’ll guess my foot!
Wei Jing gave an awkward smile, inwardly complaining about how childish the great master was, but still played along out of fear of his intimidating authority: “I can’t guess.”
“How perfunctory.” The great master reached out and patted Wei Jing on the head.
Wei Jing was flattered but stiffened all over, afraid that the great master might accidentally pat his head right off his shoulders.
Meanwhile, in the kitchen, the wild boar spirit Xiao Bai was preparing dinner when he faced the greatest challenge of his porcine life.
The spotted giant python handed him a wild boar, female, currently nursing, and said, “The master wants you to take good care of this pig. Eat and sleep with it. And don’t let Mr. Tu know about this, understood?”
“Wh-why?” the wild boar spirit asked, trembling with fear.
The old butler smiled. “The master’s exact words were that he wants to start a small pig farm and surprise Mr. Tu with it. So this matter needs to be kept a secret, got it?”
The wild boar spirit was furious but didn’t dare to voice it: Is Great Master Qin out of his mind? How am I supposed to start a pig farm with just one sow?!
Wait a minute, eat and sleep with it?
Did Great Master Qin mean for him to…?
The wild boar spirit trembled with rage. So there really were people in this world even more detestable, more hateful, and more terrifying than Tu Shihua!
The great master was definitely retaliating against him!
Was it because he had wanted to kill Tu Shihua? Or was it because of that pot of super salty egg-wrapped meat?
“Xiao Bai, work hard. Try to live a little longer,” the old butler said with a smile before patting him on the shoulder and leaving.
The wild boar spirit hugged the equally trembling sow in grievance, tears silently streaming down his face.
After dinner, Wei Jing started preparing for the fifth task the system had assigned: knitting a sweater.
Knit, a, sweater!
He knew these three words separately and together, but—
“Hey, are you really not joking? I’m a grown man, and you want me to knit a sweater?! Even if I start learning now, I won’t make it in a week!”
He pinched his voice and protested quietly but angrily.
There was no choice, the great master was in the next room, and he was afraid that if he made too much noise, it would draw him over, and then he wouldn’t be able to explain himself.
Although he felt that Great Master Qin, who treated the little dragon cub as his own son and hadn’t yet realized that he, the imposter, wasn’t actually Tu Shihua, really needed a brain-enhancing pill, what if the great master suddenly had a moment of clarity?
Well, to ensure he could successfully survive until he saved up enough points to exchange for a return ticket and go back, he’d have to continue being cautious from now on!
【Host, do your best.】 The gentle female voice offered its unhelpful encouragement.
Wei Jing retorted angrily: “Just saying ‘do your best’ is useless. Hey, you’ve got to show some sincerity!”
【Host, do your best.】 The system repeated again.
Wei Jing: “……” Fine. Looks like there’s no hope of getting any help this time.
Dejected, he walked out of the bathroom. Seeing the great master holding a book, leisurely sitting in a single-seater sofa, looking every bit the picture of a cultured gentleman with a warm, jade-like demeanor, he couldn’t help but sneak another glance: that face, that figure, that aura… (﹃) Drool.
As if completely unaware of his blatant stare, the great master continued looking down and casually asked, “Honey, what were you mumbling about in there just now?”
Wei Jing’s heart tightened. Oh no. He had deliberately lowered his voice, yet the great master still heard him?!
That was serious. Would he now only be able to communicate with Sister System when the great master was out?
Bracing himself, he lied through his teeth: “N-nothing. I was just having a little trouble peeing, so I sang a song to help it along…”
The great master let out a sound of understanding, closed his book, and turned to look at him, crooking his finger. “Come here.”
Wei Jing looked as if facing a great enemy: “What for?”
“To give you a physical exam.” The great master set the book aside on the table, looking completely composed. “There are many reasons for difficulty urinating, it could be an enlarged prostate, prostatitis, urinary stones, urethritis…”
Wei Jing was completely dumbfounded. When he had originally written the character settings, he hadn’t given the great master any strange traits like this, had he?
He quickly shook his head. “N-no need! I’ve already peed!”
The great master looked at him with a serious expression. “It’s not right to avoid treatment out of fear.”
Wei Jing’s face turned pale. He stood rooted to the spot, still struggling desperately. “I really, really am fine now! Perfectly healthy, great appetite, can go up five flights of stairs without getting winded…”
He swore, next time he absolutely would not dare communicate with the system under the great master’s watchful eye!
Fortunately, the great master didn’t press the issue. “Mm, alright then.”
In the next instant, he teleported right in front of Wei Jing, who was as silent as a frightened little wife. Gently ruffling the other’s hair, his voice deep and alluring, he said, “I’m going out for something. If you’re sleepy, go to bed first. No need to wait up for me.”
Wei Jing’s entire body stiffened. “!”
His mind was flooded with thoughts of “sleep,” like a stampede of a million alpacas racing toward the Gobi Desert, leaving behind countless trampled ravines in his heart, a vast stretch of potholes that eventually formed a single, mocking word: Sleep!
Had Tu Shihua slept with the great master?
The answer was, of course, no.
But—
Would he be slept with by the great master?
This sudden fear overshadowed the frustration of knitting a sweater.
It wasn’t until a knock came at the door that Wei Jing trudged over to open it. Looking down, he saw the little dragon cub dragging a defenseless wild boar behind it, letting out an “Ah” in his direction. A sudden idea sparked in his mind.
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