25 Second Master’s Formidable Strength!
Ling Qing Ruan was carried out of the car by Si Zhanhan, wrapped in the man’s oversized black coat with only her head peeking out.
The servants all glanced over—had their Second Master brought another woman home??
Wasn’t the Little Mistress supposed to be that girl?
Had their Second Master changed his affections?
Si Zhanhan, with his tall and sturdy frame, carried Ling Qing Ruan upstairs, laid her on his bed, and tucked her in. His warm hand brushed her forehead as he prepared to leave.
Suddenly, Ling Qing Ruan opened her eyes and murmured in a soft, delicate voice, “Si Zhanhan~”
“Why are you awake?”
“Si Zhanhan, I’m hungry.”
Ling Qing Ruan gently bit her lip and rubbed her stomach—perhaps it was the baby who was hungry.
“Hungry? Let’s go eat. I’ve already had the kitchen prepare your favorite dishes.”
Si Zhanhan lightly pinched Ling Qing Ruan’s cheek, which was flushed with a soft pink hue, unable to resist touching her.
“Si Zhanhan, how do you know what I like to eat?”
“I’ve noticed your habits. You like light stir-fried beef, you enjoy drinking milk and milk tea, but what you love most are snacks—chips, spicy sticks, cola, and lollipops.”
Though he never ate them himself.
Young girls these days all seemed to love such junk food.
Ling Qing Ruan giggled, “Si Zhanhan, do you even know what chips, spicy sticks, cola, and lollipops are?”
This old man was so ancient—he probably didn’t even know what snacks were. There was definitely a generation gap between them.
“Little girl, of course I know. I’m 28, not 78.”
Si Zhanhan pinched the girl’s soft cheek as a playful punishment, careful not to use too much force. This woman was so delicate—she’d start crying if he wasn’t gentle.
“But you’re still ten years older than me. We probably have a generation gap.” Ling Qing Ruan pouted her pink lips and muttered under her breath, then felt herself being lifted into Si Zhanhan’s arms.
Why did this old man always like carrying her?
Si Zhanhan was afraid Ling Qing Ruan was too clumsy and might fall—after all, she was carrying their offspring in her belly.
Ling Qing Ruan rested her head on Si Zhanhan’s broad shoulder as he carried her downstairs. Her dark, wide eyes glanced at the surrounding servants, and she quickly buried her face in his chest.
Ugh… so many people had seen them.
“It’s her—the same woman who stayed at the manor a few days ago.”
“No wonder Second Master brought another woman back—it’s still her.”
“Second Master has only ever brought this one woman home. He treasures her immensely, carrying her around every day.”
“Who would have thought our icy Second Master would like this type of young girl.”
Several maids whispered among themselves—it was the first time they had seen Second Master care so deeply for a woman, or rather, a girl.
“From now on, she is the Mistress.”
Si Zhanhan held Ling Qing Ruan as they sat on the leather sofa, his usually cold expression softening slightly. With one hand holding the girl’s, he announced loudly.
“Yes, Second Master, Little Mistress.”
Their Little Mistress was indeed beautiful—just very young.
Hearing the title “Little Mistress,” Ling Qing Ruan’s face flushed red again. Shyly, she hid in Si Zhanhan’s embrace, leaning against his shoulder.
“The Mistress is pregnant. From now on, all of you must serve her with extra care.”
The servants exchanged glances, struggling to process the news.
She’s pregnant!
This woman looks so delicate and fragile, as if a gust of wind could blow her away. Can she really withstand the powerful Second Master?
“The Little Mistress is pregnant! That was so fast.”
“It must be because our Second Master is so capable.”
“You’re right, but she looks so delicate. Can she handle the Second Master?”
Ling Qing Ruan’s face grew even redder, her entire body tinged with a faint pink hue. Clinging to Si Zhanhan’s neck, she pleaded, “Can you please stop talking?”
“Why?”
Ling Qing Ruan’s teary eyes gazed at the man before her, the corners of her eyes slightly reddened. Her small fists began pounding on Si Zhanhan’s chest again.
“Just don’t say it, don’t say it!”
Si Zhanhan looked at the woman in his arms—both coquettish and troublesome—and could only soothe her softly. “Alright, I won’t say anymore. Ruan Ruan must be hungry. Let’s eat.”
Mu Yu and the others watched in stunned silence. The Second Master was being hit?
That woman was too bold, daring to strike their Second Master. If it were anyone else, they would have long lost their lives.
Mu Yun raised an eyebrow. “See? This is our future Little Mistress, the woman the Second Master dotes on the most. You all better protect her carefully.”
“Yes.”
Mu Yu nodded. It was the first time he had seen the Second Master pamper a woman like this—perhaps because of the child in her womb.
Ling Qing Ruan was carried by Si Zhanhan and seated at the dining table.
“Ruan Ruan, what would you like to eat?”
Ling Qing Ruan hid in Si Zhanhan’s embrace, pointing a delicate finger at the servants nearby, as well as Mu Feng, Mu Yu, and Mu Yun.
“Si Zhanhan, there are too many people.”
Si Zhanhan commanded, “All of you, leave.”
Mu Yun looked at Si Zhanhan as if he were gazing at a foolish ruler, and the woman in his arms was the seductive concubine who would bring ruin to the nation!
“Yes, Second Master.”
Everyone withdrew. Before leaving, Mu Feng cast a glance at Ling Qing Ruan, his sharp eyes startling her into trembling. She nervously clutched Si Zhanhan’s clothes.
“Everyone’s gone now. Time to eat. Our baby must be hungry too.”
Si Zhanhan placed a large hand on the young woman’s stomach. Ling Qing Ruan could clearly feel the warmth of his palm.
“Baby, it’s time to eat.”
Si Zhanhan spoke to the baby in Ling Qing Ruan’s womb. Ling Qing Ruan couldn’t help but laugh at this older man’s childishness. Who knew he could be so silly?
The baby was only two months old and couldn’t possibly hear what he was saying.
“Si Zhanhan, the baby is still very small and can’t hear you.”
“He can hear. My baby is very smart.”
Si Zhanhan gently stroked Ling Qing Ruan’s stomach. Her face flushed red again, unbidden, and she grabbed his restless hand with her own.
She had never been this intimate with a man before. No one had ever touched her like this.
“Si Zhanhan… I’m hungry.”
“Let’s eat.”
Si Zhanhan finally withdrew his hand. Ling Qing Ruan breathed a sigh of relief, feeling uncomfortable sitting on his lap.
“Si Zhanhan, put me down. I can eat by myself.”
Si Zhanhan placed Ling Qing Ruan beside him, serving her a bowl of rice and adding plenty of her favorite dishes: stir-fried beef, shrimp, and Cola chicken wings.
Ling Qing Ruan picked up her spoon and began eating, leaning over the table with her cheeks puffed out like a little hamster.
Si Zhanhan couldn’t resist the urge to pinch her cheeks but held back. This little girl had the worst temper and might get angry at any moment.
Once angered, she would refuse to eat and become especially difficult to coax.
“Eat more. Let’s raise our baby plump and healthy.”
Ling Qing Ruan froze, pausing her movements. So, Si Zhanhan truly cared more about the child in her womb.
“Why aren’t you eating anymore, Ruan Ruan?”
Ling Qing Ruan sniffled and continued eating. Truthfully, she was only receiving this treatment because of the baby in her womb—otherwise, Si Zhanhan wouldn’t be treating her this well.