Big Shot's Sweetheart Shocked the World Again!

Chapter 583: Cold Man VS Warm Man

Xi Rubao turned off the mic, turned his body, and said something with his back to the camera.Then he cheerfully told the audience, "My immortal sister said she doesn’t have pets, only a Divine Beast. So tonight, everyone should... hmm, those who have homework should do homework, do good deeds if you can, help your wife with the housework, and oh, don’t forget to wash your wife’s little feet... ahem, that last part was added by Herbal Fish. My immortal sister said that if you do a good deed, next time she’ll show you the Phoenix dance on the live stream."

Oh my!

Phoenix dance?

The live stream room was in an uproar.

This reward is quite enticing; they want to go home and wash their wife’s little feet right now... no, wait, they don’t even have a wife yet, so they can only do homework...

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Xing Yue watched with great amusement, laughing so hard she leaned forward and backward.

"Ah, what do I do, I don’t have a wife, so I can’t wash little feet, and I have no homework or house chores... boo, Yu Han, help me think of some good deeds I can do, I must make it to the live stream tomorrow on time to see the Phoenix dance..."

Xing Yue was fully absorbed in the live streaming atmosphere.

Suddenly she heard Yu Han’s footsteps quickly heading in the opposite direction.

He walked to the door, full of vigilance, with even more of a chill emanating from him.

The next second.

The doorbell rang.

"Yu Han, are you a thousand-mile ear? You knew someone was coming even before the doorbell rang, I’m impressed. Hold on a minute before opening the door, I need to change clothes."

Xing Yue jumped off the sofa.

Right next to her was a silk nightgown and a warm coat, already ironed by the servants, so she didn’t need to go to the bedroom to get them.

She directly pulled off the bathrobe and put on clean clothes.

Throughout the process.

Yu Han kept his back turned, not glancing at her, respecting the rules thoroughly.

And she completely trusted him, not avoiding him while changing clothes.

"Alright, open the door."

Xing Yue turned around.

As the door opened, a refreshing and subtle fragrance of cologne mixed with a faint floral scent gently wafted in through the breeze.

Nangong Yu stood at the door, holding a bouquet of red roses and carrying fruits, smiling warmly.

"Yue Yue, I brought you the New Zealand cherries you like, fresh off the plane."

"I’m full, take them back."

Xing Yue’s face, which had been smiling, instantly turned as cold as ice.

Nangong Yu didn’t get upset, he patiently placed the flowers in the vase at the door, then put the cherries in the kitchen, washed them, and brought them out.

He was very familiar with this villa, having come here often before.

Seeing a plate of half-eaten cherries on the coffee table, he picked one up and put it in his mouth: "The ones you bought are indeed tastier than mine."

Xing Yue snorted coldly.

"But my cherries, they have the taste of love inside, they’re different," Nangong Yu said.

When other men say cheesy lines, they can sound greasy.

But Nangong Yu was different, his gaze was sincere, his demeanor honest and passionate, making it easy for people to take his words seriously.

He was well known among the socialites in the capital, recognized as the ultimate warm guy with no worldly airs, deeply beloved by the girls.

He even had a nickname, Nangong Baoyu, not just because of the "Yu" in his name, but more likely because everyone thought he cherished girls, just like Jia Baoyu who relished the rouge left on women’s lips.

Yet at this moment, Nangong Baoyu’s cheesy line met with a setback with Xing Yue.

"Yu Han bought them. You bootlicked the wrong person."

Xing Yue rolled her eyes unceremoniously.

Who would’ve thought.

Nangong Yu actually politely thanked the silent Yu Han at the door, "Little brother, thank you, you’ve taken great care of Yue Yue."