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Chapter 148
Chapter 148
Chapter 148: Do You Think I Need That Kind of Informal?
At Crouching Dragon Villa, in the living room.
“Sister Menglan, can you cook?” Ah Qing asked Ji Menglan curiously. After their recent conversation, the two had become closer, and Ah Qing had learned her name.
“I know a little,” Ji Menglan replied. During her three years abroad, there were times when she had to cook for herself during missions. Her cooking wasn’t great, but it was edible.
“Well, you’ll need to learn to cook better. The young master likes women who can cook.” Ji Menglan frowned but didn’t argue. She was stuck here because of Jiang Che, so she had to adapt, even if it meant doing things she didn’t like.
As the two were talking, Jiang Che walked into the living room.
“Master, you’re back,” Ah Qing said joyfully when she saw him.
“Yes,” Jiang Che responded with a smile, then turned to Ji Menglan. “Have you been told about the Jiang family rules, Do you know what to do in the future?”
‘…’ Ji Menglan murmured reluctantly. She didn’t want to experience Jiang Che’s treatment again. It was a strange mix of pain and something else she couldn’t quite identify.
“Come and massage my shoulders,” Jiang Che said as he sat on the sofa, picked up the newspaper, and waited for Ji Menglan to start.
After a moment of hesitation, Ji Menglan grudgingly walked behind Jiang Che and began massaging his shoulders. Although her movements were a bit clumsy and she struggled to get the pressure right, Jiang Che found the experience oddly stimulating.
“Left side needs more pressure… Right side, a bit stronger… Yes, that’s it.”
Seeing Jiang Che enjoy the massage made Ji Menglan grit her teeth in anger, recalling all the things this bastard had done to her. She wished she could strangle him on the spot, but without her cultivation, it was impossible.
Jiang Che noticed Ji Menglan’s undisguised killing intent but didn’t care. He was confident in his ability to handle her, and he intended to break her will slowly over time.
“Master, lunch is ready. Would you like to eat now?” Ah Qing asked with a smile as the maids brought a variety of dishes to the dining table.
“Let’s eat,” Jiang Che said, standing up and walking to the dining table.
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“Come here and massage and wash my feet,” he said to Ji Menglan after lunch, waving her over.
“Jiang Che, don’t push your luck!” Ji Menglan snapped. “I never agreed to your requests when I came here!”
“Why, you don’t want to?” Jiang Che asked calmly, shaking a medical device in his hand. The implication was clear: if she refused, he would treat her again.
“Young master, you’re so bad,” Ah Qing muttered, blushing at the sight of the device.
“You’re shameless,” Ji Menglan said through gritted teeth, glaring at Jiang Che. If looks could kill, Jiang Che would have died a hundred times over. She was a dignified master and a renowned female assassin, reduced to washing someone’s feet. It was humiliating.
Jiang Che remained silent, standing up and walking towards her.
“You… don’t come any closer!” Ji Menglan said, panicking. “Fine, I’ll wash your feet!”
“Then why are you still standing there? Go get the water,” Jiang Che said playfully. He wanted to break her arrogance, step by step.
Ji Menglan gave him a furious look but turned to get the water.
“Master, does Sister Menglan have a grudge against you?” Ah Qing asked curiously once Ji Menglan left.
“It’s a minor grudge,” Jiang Che shrugged. He didn’t want Ah Qing to know about Ji Menglan’s attempted assassination. He planned to bring Ji Menglan under his control for future use.
Ah Qing nodded thoughtfully but asked no more questions.
Ji Menglan soon returned with a basin of hot water. Hesitantly, she placed Jiang Che’s feet in the water and began to massage them with her soft hands. Despite her unwillingness, she did her best. Jiang Che watched her with a strange expression, wondering if she was physically compliant but not mentally.
“Apply more pressure,” he instructed.
Blushing, Ji Menglan complied, feeling extremely embarrassed. She had never done this for anyone, let alone a man she despised.
“Not bad, keep it up,” Jiang Che said, content.
After washing his feet, Jiang Che lit a cigarette, looking satisfied. Although Ji Menglan’s skills were not yet up to par, he appreciated her effort. He decided to have some top-notch pedicure technicians teach her.
He took out his phone and called Ah Long.
“Which pedicure shop do you frequent?” he asked. “Bring me a few top technicians, the kind that provide excellent service.”
“What, formal or informal?” Ah Long asked.
“Do you think I need informal?” Jiang Che replied.