Wei Jing waited for a long time but didn’t receive a notification from the system that the task was complete. He couldn’t help but wonder, “Hey, did you forget something important?”
The system remained silent.
Curious, he thought: Had it crashed?
“Hey, are you there? Are you there? Are you there?”
【Host, I am here.】 The gentle female voice finally appeared, like heavenly music.
Wei Jing gave a restrained smile, pointed at the green-and-red “little vest” on the little dragon cub, and cleared his throat lightly. “The sweater, I’ve finished it. Knitted it with my own hands, no one else helped.”
He especially emphasized the last sentence.
Last time, the nutritious meal wasn’t made by him, plus it didn’t meet the cub’s nutritional needs, so he had to bow to the system mall. He accepted that.
But this time, no matter how he looked at it, there was nothing wrong, right?
Feeling a little guilty, Wei Jing’s eyes wandered. “Hey, what do you say?”
The system seemed to have really frozen. After a long pause, it finally responded: 【Host, please do not try to fool the system.】
“Hey, how could I be trying to fool you? Look at this sweater, it’s a novel design, classy, with a bold color contrast. And most importantly, I made it with my own hands!”
【Unqualified.】 The system coldly spat out three words.
Wei Jing refused to give up and continued to argue his case. “How is it unqualified? Tell me, what’s wrong with it?”
【The system cannot identify this item. Host, please continue to work hard.】 The gentle female voice replied mechanically.
Cannot identify…
What the heck! Was that really necessary? It wasn’t like he had produced some alien creature, how could it not be identifiable? This was just too much! Garbage system!
Wei Jing sniffled in grievance and looked down at the little dragon cub. Orange, dark green, bright red, this color combination was truly painful to look at!
“My cub, I’m sorry. This sweater really is ugly.”
“Ah.”
The little dragon cub waddled over to him with the bottle, still about a third full, and raised it high with its front paw.
The nipple was pointed right at Wei Jing’s mouth.
Wei Jing stared at the nipple right in front of him. “…”
He knew this was the cub’s way of showing affection, but really, he didn’t drink formula. Thanks.
“Ah!” The little dragon cub persisted, holding up the bottle.
Feeling the pressure, Wei Jing finally pretended to take a sip, fooling the innocent Little Treasure. “Daddy already had some. You go ahead and finish it.”
The little dragon cub didn’t suspect a thing and happily went back to drinking.
【System Reminder: Cub affection +5. Host rewarded 5 points.】
Huh?
Huh!
Wei Jing blinked in surprise and quickly checked his point balance. Sure enough, 4 had turned into 9!
He looked at the little dragon cub drinking milk beside him in disbelief. The little guy had just tried to share his food with him, and it added five points? That meant… after completing the knitting task, he wouldn’t have to worry about the next can of formula!
At that moment, Wei Jing hadn’t yet realized that this little hairless cub he had once dismissed was already starting to mean more and more to him.
That night, right up until bedtime, Wei Jing kept going back and forth on the monumental task of knitting a sweater. He successively invented the “Cozy Loop Vest,” the “Sensual Fishnet Vest,” the “Breezy Little Twist Braid Vest,” the “Floor-Length Tassel Vest,” and the “Rainbow Overlord Flower Neck Cape”…
He exhausted his brain cells, comparable to the effort he used to put into writing when he had to churn out 10,000 words a day for five consecutive days!
Yet the results were just as tragic as his three consecutive failed novels.
The system coldly and indifferently declared, time and time again: Unqualified.
Utterly drained, Wei Jing declared that he was done for the day and would continue tomorrow. He washed up wearily, fell into bed, and completely forgot what the great master had said earlier. He slept dreamlessly and soundly until the next day…
When he woke up, he found the great master sitting in the single-seater sofa beside the bed, examining the pile of creations the system had refused to recognize.
Wei Jing snapped awake instantly, sitting up as if his butt was on fire. Uneasy, he asked, “When did you get back?”
He felt comfortable all over, no discomfort, looked like nothing had happened last night.
He wasn’t a pig, if the great master had really done something to him, there was no way he wouldn’t have noticed.
With that thought, Wei Jing secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
But the next second, his heart shot back up into his throat, because the great master said: “Honey, so you like knitting sweaters.”
Wei Jing’s feelings were a mess. He didn’t know whether to correct the great master on the misuse of the word “darling” or feel relieved that at least the great master could tell these works were sweaters!
What a rare feat.
That garbage system only ever told him: Unidentifiable!
If the great master were the system, wouldn’t he have already deemed the task completed?
He gave an awkward laugh. “Not really. I was just bored and killing time.”
At the same time, he was thinking about how to naturally bring up the “legitimate reason to refuse” he had thought up earlier, in case the great master wanted to sleep with him.
The thought process took only three seconds.
Before the great master could respond, Wei Jing shamelessly continued: “Well, you know, it’s like this after just having a baby. I need to do my confinement. There are a lot of restrictions during confinement, no sex, no cold things, need to rest properly, otherwise it’ll leave lasting health issues…”
Heaven knew how embarrassed he felt, a grown man shamelessly talking about confinement.
But he had no choice. He still wanted to save up 888 points to exchange for the 【Return Ticket】 and go back to find a cute, soft, adorable little bottom to warm his bed. There was no way he was going to let the great master have his way with him here!
The great master clearly didn’t expect him to suddenly blurt out a bunch of completely unrelated nonsense, especially with the emphasis on “no sex.” He was stunned by Wei Jing’s bizarre move.
After finishing, Wei Jing himself felt like an idiot. What confinement was a grown man like him supposed to do? If the great master had any brains, he’d see right through his nonsense. What if he got angry and decided to dispose of him? Wouldn’t that be…
Just as he was panicking internally, hesitating whether to backtrack and try to salvage the situation, the great master spoke.
His deep, pleasant voice carried a hint of subtle confusion: “How long does confinement take?”
As if he were genuinely asking.
Wei Jing couldn’t believe his luck. The curse that made the great master obedient to Tu Shihua still hadn’t worn off!
He shot a quick glance at the great master, then lowered his eyes and answered with restraint: “Half a year.”
Half a year should be about enough time for him to save up 888 points, right?
“Mm, alright. I understand.” The great master seemed to genuinely buy his nonsense and smiled at him gently. “Honey, you’ve worked hard.”
Wei Jing forced himself to stay calm. “Not at all, not at all. It’s only right.”
The great master continued to gaze at him warmly and said, “Since you have half a year to rest, it’s perfect. I brought you a gift when I came back yesterday. I was worried you wouldn’t have time, but now it works out. I think you’ll really like it.”
Wei Jing stared at him in confusion, a bad feeling creeping into his heart. The next moment, the master bedroom door swung open, and the spotted giant python slithered in, carrying boxes upon boxes on his back.
Wei Jing’s whole body stiffened as if facing a great enemy. He watched the old butler go in and out in his original form, bustling about for a while, before finally approaching the great master and saying respectfully, “Master, everything has been brought in.”
The master bedroom was spacious, with ceilings about five meters high. The cardboard boxes the old butler had brought were all piled up in the corner, forming a small hill.
Wei Jing took one horrified glance at the pile, then turned to the great master. “This is…?”
The great master smiled. “I brought this back from the largest fabric market in Dongchuan Region. A gift for you. One hundred and eight boxes, all of them the finest yarns, a complete range of colors. There are also knitting needles made from various materials, knitting tutorials and diagrams, and oh, yes, a book called Basic Color Theory and Coordination…”
Wei Jing’s face went pale. Holy crap!