“Hi, hello,” Ou Lan greeted warmly.
“Good day to you, Young Madam!” The maid immediately bowed respectfully, clearly very nervous.
Ou Lan, “…”
Damn, how boring, why bow so formally, she’s not the Empress Dowager.
Although the people of Ailan Castle were dull, the food was still decent, complete with aroma and flavor, and it even included her favorite dish, braised lion’s head.
Thus, she lowered her head and obediently ate her food.
Following the rigorous regime of Zhan Moxiao, she might drop dead any day, so she had to eat voraciously whenever she could.
Contrary to her whirlwind eating style, Zhan Moxiao ate with an elegance that made him look like a noble duke straight out of a comic, every movement of his could be captured as a classic modeling example.
He maintained a steady pace throughout, seemingly ignoring her presence all the while.
Ou Lan started feeling a bit thrilled inside.
The Empire’s richest man, huh, she was actually dining with the legendary richest man of The Empire, stealing glances at his elegant and sensual demeanor.
Her heart embarrassingly thumped loudly.
But for someone so good-looking, why did he always have such a cold expression?
Initially, she called him a man of steel, but now, it seemed more accurate to think of him as a man of cold steel.
She considered herself somewhat clever, but compared to Zhan Moxiao, she felt like a crafty rabbit facing a fierce, wise, big bad wolf.
The wolf not eating her was just him playing with her.
Master Xiao remained silent, seemingly not paying much attention to her, but all her little glances, small gestures, and timid thoughts were captured in the depths of his dark eyes.
Hah, still a slightly lustful little wildcat, but he liked that she had feelings for him.
Tackling him wouldn’t be an issue.
For some reason, even though she ate like a tornado, when she put down her bowl, Zhan Moxiao had finished his meal too, consuming three times her portion.
Ou Lan was stunned; each of his bites was like several of hers.
Big mouth?
At that thought, she looked at his lips, which were very attractive, sharp and currently glimmering with a sensual rose color.
Ou Lan shamelessly stuck out her tongue and licked her lips, almost desperate to kiss him.
What to do?
It wasn’t about romance; she just really wanted to kiss him.
Such sensual, gorgeous lips were made to be kissed; not doing so would be a waste.
The youthful, sprouting emotions in the girl’s eyes were clearly evident to the maids and butler, affirming the saying: “Which young girl isn’t filled with springtime feelings!”
Seeing the maids’ and butler’s warm, implicitly smiling faces, Zhan Moxiao’s expression darkened, a cold glance from him sent them into a cold sweat, they promptly bowed and quickly retreated out of the room.
“Done looking?”
The cold inquiry pierced her eardrums, jolting Ou Lan back to reality, her face instantly flushing red, “Um, Master Xiao, since our marriage is a mistake, could we perhaps…”
Before she could finish, Zhan Moxiao sternly commanded, “Go upstairs, take a bath, go to sleep, and wake up punctually at six tomorrow morning for a three-kilometer run.”
Three kilometers?
Damn, he’s really out for her life.
“Master Xiao, we really should get a divorce first.”
“Five thousand meters.”
“A marriage without love can never be happy.”
“Eight thousand meters.”
“Zhan Moxiao you bastard!”
“Ten thousand meters.”
Master Xiao’s voice remained even and not loud, but his presence was utterly commanding.
While he was composed and elegant, Ou Lan became visibly frantic, eventually standing up excitedly, clenching her fists with her cheeks all puffed, “… I’m going to sleep!”
Watching the irritated little lioness, Zhan Moxiao looked on satisfactorily, his eyes content.
He loved seeing her furious yet powerless demeanor.
Ou Lan, fuming, turned around and as she reached the doorway, she heard Zhan Moxiao’s teasing, tepid words from behind, “I don’t have an uncle, only a grand uncle.”