It's Hard Being the Bad Guy

Chapter 29

In the plot, Yin Qianshuang is completely obsessed with medicine, whether it's saving lives or experimenting with toxins, all driven by his pursuit of pharmacology. The initial poison he developed was extracted from the fresh blood of the medicine person. After the medicine person escaped, he began to improve the poison formula, trying to find new ways to solve the problem.

Recently, Wen Ai has been spending a lot of time in the medicine room, fully engrossed in researching the new poison formula. Sometimes, he forgets meal times altogether, and by the time he leaves the medicine room, the meals brought by the junior disciples have gone cold.

Wen Ai doesn't mind skipping a meal, but he feels sorry for the chickens in the coop. They often clamor when hungry, sounding like they're about to be sent to the slaughterhouse.

The large chickens are kept in cages, and Wen Ai fills their feeders in order. The chicks gather around his feet, chirping incessantly and flapping their wings. Some of the hungriest ones even jump up to get his attention.

Wen Ai finds it amusing and scatters some rice on the ground. The chicks immediately scatter to peck at the grains, their heads bobbing as they eat.

These chicks have been in the coop since birth and are not as wild as their parents. They are very friendly towards Wen Ai and enjoy playing around him. Sometimes, they even jump onto his shoes.

After spending some time with the chicks, Wen Ai shakes them off his feet and heads back to the medicine room.

In the evening, Wen Ai heated a bucket of bathwater, closed the door, undressed, and soaked in. Nowadays, he goes to bed unusually early, following the schedule of an elderly person. By the time he finished bathing, it was completely dark, perfect for crawling into bed and sleeping.

The hot water relieved the fatigue of the whole day, and Wen Ai comfortably closed his eyes, missing the fleeting red light passing over the ceiling.

The Cloud Rolling Manor was particularly lively today, with its gates wide open, welcoming guests from all directions. Prominent figures from the martial world came bearing gifts to congratulate Zhuo Yiqing on inheriting the position of the lord. Even the lesser-known individuals had the opportunity to attend the flowing water banquet and gossip about the top playboy in the land.

There was still some time before the formal banquet began. Zhuo Yiqing remained alone in his room, his eyes fixed on the communicator given to him by Ji Yue.

On the screen, his beloved was resting with closed eyes by the edge of the bathtub, surrounded by mist. The sight of his fair skin sent a jolt through him, filling his mind with a dozen X-rated images.

Wen Ai didn't soak for long. As he stood up from the tub, water droplets cascaded down his bare back, flowing along the sides of his waist before converging in the tempting crevice of his buttocks.

Zhuo Yiqing held a silk undershirt in his hand, once intimately clinging to Wen Ai's body, now serving as a substitute to alleviate longing and desire.

Leaning back in his chair, Zhuo Yiqing slid his hand into his trousers while continuously rubbing his face against the silky undershirt, even extending his tongue to lick it.

"My beloved... when that day comes..." Zhuo Yiqing half-closed his eyes, his expression obsessed, "I will definitely make you mine, completely..."

As Zhuo Yiqing was tidying himself up, a servant knocked on the door: "Master, it's almost time for the banquet, and the guests are waiting in the hall."

Zhuo Yiqing calmly responded in a manner befitting a master of the house: "I understand."

As the banquet began, the elder master Zhuo stepped forward and said a few words, publicly handing over the family heirloom to Zhuo Yiqing. The hall erupted in applause and cheers, creating an exceptionally harmonious atmosphere.