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During the first phase of my practical training, I was very satisfied with the results.
To catch Zhou Qinyan's attention and show him my progress, I specially cooked him a Love Egg. However, he surprisingly refused to eat it. He picked up the plate and said he needed to return to his study to handle some business. I urged him to sit down and eat, but he ignored me. Watching him walk away without a glance back left me feeling a bit disappointed. After all, I had made that Love Egg just for him. Why couldn’t he even compliment me?
Feeling a bit miffed, I took out my phone and used my secondary account to remind him to pay more attention to me. The messages popped up like snowflakes on the screen. At the top was a picture. Wasn’t that my Love Egg?
Zhou Qinyan texted: “Teacher, look at the Love Egg my wife made for me! It’s so cute that I can’t bear to eat it. Teacher, what do you think if I seal it up and put it in the bookshelf? That way, I can take it out and look at it whenever I want.”
I thought to myself, won’t that get moldy? I quickly replied, “Absolutely not! It will smell bad; your room will be unbearable. I can’t stand you!”
He immediately panicked: “Really? What should I do then?”
I was a bit speechless. Although it was my first time cooking, it shouldn’t be that dramatic, right? After thinking for a moment, I replied, “Just compliment her for being as beautiful as a fairy and skilled in cooking; she’ll make you meals.”
As soon as I sent that message, I regretted it. Wasn’t I digging my own grave?
Just as I was about to withdraw, I saw Zhou Qinyan returning with a plate in hand.
He looked me up and down a few times, then said slowly, "It's quite delicious. I didn't expect you to be so beautiful and cook so well."
Well, that was quite flattering to hear.
In the following days, I had Zhou Qinyan do many things he would have never done before. He complied with all my requests. He styled his bangs into little tufts, swapped his black pajamas for pink ones, stopped waking me up in the morning, and obediently served as my human pillow at night. Whenever I coughed, he would hand me water; when I bent over, he would massage my back. Life was simply too comfortable.
I tend to lose myself when I'm too comfortable. My desires began to swell, and my demands grew increasingly outrageous. While watching TV, I wanted to experience the feeling of being the female lead in an idol drama. So, I messaged Zhou Qinyan from a secondary account: "Why don't you try pinning her against the wall and kissing her forcefully?"
Zhou Qinyan's expression changed as he sat across from me. He glanced at me cautiously and covered his phone screen. "Is that... really okay?"
I couldn't wait to reply: "Of course! Or the sofa works too; just make use of your surroundings."
I noticed Zhou Qinyan's ears slowly turning red. "Isn't it a bit sudden?"
I replied, "Not at all! Have you forgotten who I am?"
After sending that message, Zhou Qinyan stopped responding. I waited for a long time and stole a glance at him.
He still wore a cold expression, showing no emotion. Was he unwilling? I quickly lowered my head and continued to send messages, trying to persuade him.
“She will definitely like it, don’t worry. If it doesn’t work out, I’ll double the compensation! Come on, don’t be shy…”
Before I could finish the last sentence, Zhou Qinyan walked over. He pressed his right knee against the sofa, pinning me between his chest and the couch. There was a determined glint in his eyes.
I loosened my grip, and my phone fell to the side of his knee. His movement to kiss me paused. I hurriedly reached for my phone.
“What are you doing?”
But he held me tightly; I couldn’t reach it at all. Struggling, Zhou Qinyan picked up the phone. He swiped the screen a few times, his eyes narrowing. My heart jumped into my throat.
This was bad!
Zhou Qinyan turned to look at me, his voice almost a growl as he said, “Substitute Master? Hu Keke, is that you?”
When he called my name, his tone was particularly dangerous. After two years of marriage, I knew very well that this tone meant he was ready to cut me down.
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