Chapter 447 - I’m almost played to death
Dive into Chapter 447 of "My Billionaire Husband Claimed Me His Precious": LiyuanMr. Jiu, as usual... drinking tea, playing chess, fishing, and walking birds. Oh, recently he’s... Find out more!
LiyuanMr. Jiu, as usual... drinking tea, playing chess, fishing, and walking birds. Oh, recently he’s picked up another hobby—training the White Lion.
"Come on, Xiao Bai, roll over!"
The White Lion lay there lifelessly, rolled over with a weak effort, and whimpered. The majestic Lion King has been reduced to selling cuteness for survival—what a disgrace!
But mainly, this human in front of it is simply too terrifying!o buy an inkstone for you. You like writing calligraphy and painting, don’t you? They said this one’s really good—it should arrive tomorrow."
"Ah, and I also asked someone to get a few ounces of premium Da Hong Pao tea. That stuff is more expensive than gold—it should arrive in a couple of days. You can drink it first."
She rambled on, telling him all sorts of things, and Mr. Jiu listened as the corners of his mouth gradually lifted. Truly, she was like a little padded jacket—so considerate, always knowing exactly what he liked and sending it over.
"By the way, it snowed today. Your health isn’t great, so I’m worried you might be cold. I ordered you some thermal underwear and loungewear—the thickest available. It should arrive shortly. Ninth Uncle, you can’t dislike it and refuse to wear it because of how it looks."
Mr. Jiu let out a small "Mm."
"Then, can I see Xiao Bai now?"
After rambling on so much, was it all just for this beast?
Fine, considering how thoughtful she was, he’d let her have a look.
"Ten minutes."
"Alright, thank you, Uncle Xie Jiu."
Mr. Jiu leisurely walked over to the White Lion, which was... uh, currently trembling violently, whimpering softly. This terrifying man—it was clear he could knock it out with a single hand!
He crouched down slightly, grabbed its paw, and held it up to the camera: "Come on, greet Little Jin’er."
The White Lion let out a pitiful "awoo," its expression full of grievance. Stupid woman, hurry up and save me. I’m about to be played to death by your Ninth Uncle!