Chapter 249 - The Protagonist with X-ray Vision
Chapter 250 of "Quick Transmigration: Drama Queen's Daily Life" opens with suspenseful action: "Batian." Liu Zhilan stared at Ling Batian, then moved, she threw herself into his embrace,... Keep going!
"Batian." Liu Zhilan stared at Ling Batian, then moved, she threw herself into his embrace, "Iâm so happy."
"Zhilan." Ling Batian looked back at Liu Zhilan, his gaze flickering with emotions, then he could no longer control himself and tightly kissed the red lips he had been longing for all day.
"Batian." Liu Zhilan blushed slightly, slightly moving away from his embrace, "Donât do this, what if someone passes by?"
"You are my girlfriend, canât I be affectionate?" Ling Batian whispered into Liu Zhilanâs sensitive ear, pulling her forcefully back into his arms, she was finally his girlfriend!
Ling Batian, tall and handsome, and sincerely devoted to her; being able to be his girlfriend made Liu Zhilan very happy too, she couldnât bear to disappoint him, then gently kissed him back.
The two clung to each other tightly like any ordinary couple deeply in love.
"Zhilan, my wife." Ling Batian murmured softly into Liu Zhilanâs ear.
The word "wife" made Liu Zhilanâs body go soft, her heart filled with endless little surprises, she leaned happily into Ling Batianâs embrace, thinking that he would surely bring her happiness in the future!
Seeing her happy yet shy look, Ling Batianâs heart stirred even more, and he fiercely kissed her red lips again, a suggestive atmosphere spreading in the deserted dusky street.
"Mhm." Liu Zhilan whimpered but did not stop him.
Inspired, Ling Batian continued kissing as he led Liu Zhilan into the small woods beside the road. With the cover of trees, Liu Zhilan was not as shy as before, even as Ling Batian became more daring, she just shyly closed her eyes.
"Zhilan, I love you." Ling Batian, aided by the sparse streetlight glow, confessed ardently.
"Batian." Liu Zhilan looked at him with misty eyes, feeling goosebumps on her body; the cool night breeze blowing on her, causing her to shiver.
Ling Batianâs wolf-like gaze intensely fixed on his girlfriend, soon even the cool early summer night seemed to heat up; he called out Liu Zhilanâs name as he passionately kissed her.
"Donât." Liu Zhilan resisted yet invited, her hands tightly holding Ling Batianâs neck, and she once again emotionally called out.
"Help me, okay? Zhilan." Ling Batian spoke tenderly, his desire evident as he nuzzled against her, then sighed with satisfaction.
But that still wasnât enough, Ling Batianâs eyes brimmed with urgency, his burning gaze seemed eager to devour Liu Zhilan.
"No, we canât do this here." Ling Batian hesitantly said, "Zhilan, I canât let our first time be so hastily done in a little grove like this."
"Batian." Liu Zhilan looked at him moved, she didnât expect him to still consider her feelings even in such a moment, she really hadnât misjudged him.
"Letâs go to a hotel." Ling Batian held back his restlessness, one by one buttoning up Liu Zhilanâs shirt, and finally unable to hold back, he fiercely kissed her rosy lips before taking her to the nearest hotel.
"Sir, do you need a single room, a standard room, or a suite?" The receptionist asked politely, seemingly unsurprised by the late-night appearance of the young couple.
"Suite." Ling Batian felt he could hardly contain himself, promptly swiping his card.
"Very well, sir, here is your room card."
"Huh?" Ye Qiu was out looking for a snack, but unexpectedly saw a familiar face; wasnât that Ling Batian? Had he succeeded in winning over his first woman so quickly?
Speaking of which, Ye Qiu felt that Ling Batian was indeed talented, able to manage so many women at once, and each of his women was top-notch. Itâs really incredible how he could handle that on the physical side.
"Young Master Ye." The receptionist greeted Ye Qiu politely as he came down, showing more respect than when she had inquired about Ling Batian.
"Have the chefs left for the day?" Ye Qiu asked her.
"Iâm sorry, Young Master Ye, they have all gone home."
"Alright then, Iâll make something myself." Ye Qiu didnât care much, as the chefs in the hotel couldnât compare to his cooking skills anyway.
"Do you need any help?" The receptionist asked with some concern. The Young Master Ye had always lived a pampered life; could he actually cook? She was somewhat skeptical.
"No need, Iâm just going to make some noodles." Ye Qiu waved his hand and then went into the kitchen alone, thinking that Old Ye was still in the meeting room discussing business with two investors, so he conveniently made two extra bowls.
"It smells so good!" The receptionist sniffled and closed her eyes in enjoyment. She had already had dinner, why was she feeling so hungry now? What exactly is the Young Master Ye cooking?
Just as the receptionist was wondering where the aroma was coming from, she saw their Eldest Young Master, who usually wouldnât touch anything raw, carrying several bowls of noodles over.
Is this really made by their Young Master Ye? The receptionist was somewhat astonished; she was certain there was no one else in the kitchen. Had Young Master Ye not burned down the kitchen yet managed to make such aromatic food?
"Send these three bowls of noodles to Mr. Ye, and then the remaining bowl is for you to eat after delivering the noodles," Ye Qiu instructed the receptionist, then carried his own bowl back to his room.
"Knock knock."
Ye Shengyuan frowned inside the room, who was this clueless person knocking at the door? Hadnât he instructed that no one should disturb him?
"Come in." Ye Shengyuanâs tone was somewhat displeased.
"Mr. Ye." The receptionist entered nervously, then respectfully placed the three bowls of noodles on the meeting table.
Although the aroma was inviting, Ye Shengyuan was still slightly annoyed, "Who let you bring this in?"
"Young Master Ye personally cooked these and asked me to bring them over, saying he was worried you and the two clients might be hungry." Okay, the latter part was added by the receptionist herself, but she thought Mr. Ye would be pleased to hear that.
"This rascal." Ye Shengyuanâs expression softened a bit, but he still looked displeased. It seemed that the rascal had some conscience, knowing that he might be hungry, but didnât he know he was in a business meeting? Why choose this time to send food?
"Let it be, Old Ye, we have been talking for so long and are all hungry anyway, itâs just the right time to sample the noble sonâs cooking skills," Investor A said.
Investor B patted his stomach, looking at the noodles that were appealing in both color and scent, and felt somewhat tempted.
Seeing this, Ye Shengyuan could only stop explaining the proposal in his hands, picked up the bowl of fragrant noodles, and thought to himself, when did that rascal learn to cook?
But after thinking about it a bit more, he felt relieved. Maybe it was just talent. His wife was a very good cook when she was still alive.
Ye Shengyuan first took a sip of the soup, then his eyes immediately lit up. This was the flavor, just like his wifeâs cooking back in the day!