After Transmigrating as the Northeast CEO's Pampered Little Husband - Chapter 20

Gu Jiao-yang had a splendid sleep. Perhaps everyone gets a high-quality rest after a good cry, so he didn’t wake up until evening.

It was already dark outside. Because of the surrounding greenery, no ambient lights were visible; the exterior was pitch-black, with only a sliver of deep blue indicating the sky.

On the bedside table, there was a small, ordinary-looking sensor nightlight presumably one that switched on automatically at night. It was round and emitted a faint, warm, orange glow, just enough to make the darkened room feel somewhat cosy.

Gu Jiao-yang rubbed his neck and slipped on his shoes before getting down.

Even though he had eaten a substantial lunch, regular food seemed to be digested far too quickly for him. He now felt famished, his stomach practically touching his back, and desperately needed a snack to tide him over.

The corridor lights were off, and only small nightlights glowed on the staircase. Gu Jiao-yang peered down, noticing that the entire Dai house wasn’t brightly lit; only the nightlights were diligently casting their beams.

Shouldn’t it be almost dinner time?

Gu Jiao-yang looked up at the clock on the wall. It was only 7 o’clock. Had everyone gone to bed already?

The living room was completely dark, lacking even a nightlight. Gu Jiao-yang turned around and finally spotted a light source emanating from the kitchen.

Along with the light came the appetising aroma of some sort of filling.

What were they having for dinner tonight?

Gu Jiao-yang fumbled his way toward the kitchen in the dark. As soon as he poked his head past the screen, he was surprised to see that the one in the kitchen, sleeves rolled up and busy working, was Mr. Dai.

“Mr. Dai? Are you cooking tonight?” Gu Jiao-yang called out to the person inside, leaning against the screen. He was astonished to find that the man, who was busy with his back to him, didn’t seem to hear him and continued to mince whatever he had in his hands.

“Mr. Dai? Hello? Excuse me?”

Seeing that the person inside didn’t react even after he had raised his voice considerably, Gu Jiao-yang’s heart skipped a beat. He wondered if the man was possessed.

This suspicion nearly became reality when Mr. Dai took some meat from a nearby bowl and started clattering away on the chopping board, chopping it loudly.

Just imagine: a dimly lit mansion, with only the kitchen light on, and a man inside obliviously chopping meat with a huge knife…

It looked every bit like a terrifying supernatural scene.

Despite being a cultivator, Gu Jiao-yang wasn’t afraid of spirits, but his hackles still rose. He quickly wrapped himself in a spiritual shield, tiptoed around behind Mr. Dai, and patted his muscular back.

“Oh?” Startled by the pat, Dai Gu-can turned around, his eyes wide open and his face full of innocence.

Gu Jiao-yang was hit by a slight scent of alcohol wafting towards him, and he instantly realised that Mr. Dai must be drunk.

Dai Gu-can’s eyes were actually quite large, but they were usually half-closed within his deep sockets. Since he was so tall, he generally only needed to look down at people; he couldn’t keep shrugging or bending, so he usually simply lowered his gaze.

Now, due to the alcohol, Mr. Dai had to widen his eyes while looking at people because his focus was blurred. The thick, dark lashes on his upper lids finally stayed obediently open, which softened his entire face.

It’s often said that eyes can save a face. If Dai Gu-can’s large, glassy eyes weren’t set on a face with features that were too sharply defined, making him look somewhat stern, they could probably make any face look adorable.

“Drunk? Mr. Dai? My Cute Dai? My Darling Dai?” Seeing that Mr. Dai hadn’t fully recovered his wits and was just staring at him with unfocused pupils, Gu Jiao-yang became playful. He pinched Mr. Dai’s well-defined arm and called out mockingly.

“Hmph.” The pinched Dai Gu-can emitted a short, muffled, but strangely endearing pfft from his high-bridged nose. He turned his head away, ignoring the boy, and continued his loud chopping on the board.

Gu Jiao-yang scanned the counter and noticed that Mr. Dai had already kneaded the dough, and the cabbage next to it had been chopped and placed in a bowl. It looked like he was preparing a cabbage and pork filling.

“My Darling Dai? Say something! Don’t be quiet. Say a couple of things for me? I’ll give you a sweetie, alright?” Gu Jiao-yang stood right next to him, leaning against Dai Gu-can’s body. Drunk people tend to have a high body temperature, and Gu Jiao-yang rubbed himself comfortably against Dai Gu-can’s muscular physique. The dry warmth combined with the silky coolness was an irresistible sensation.

“Don’t want to.”

Unlike his usual speaking manner, when sober, Mr. Dai spoke in a perfectly enunciated, deep, powerful voice, standard for a CEO, which could make one’s ears tingle.

When drunk, however, Mr. Dai’s speech was muffled and quick, the end of the words dropping off with a small, short trailing sound. It didn’t sound aggressive at all; it was more like pouting, enough to instantly melt one’s heart it was truly endearing.

To hear more of Mr. Dai’s coquettish tone, Gu Jiao-yang spoke all sorts of nonsense, coaxing the drunken man to speak more. However, Mr. Dai remained focused on mincing the meat filling. While he didn’t reject Gu Jiao-yang’s proximity or closeness, he barely spoke again.

So cute.

Leaning beside Mr. Dai, Gu Jiao-yang suddenly remembered something. He walked to the rack next to the kitchen and grabbed the kitchen maid’s deep pink apron with white circles. He then walked over and tied it around Mr. Dai’s chest.

The apron was bought by the kitchen maid herself, so the size was just right for her. As women approach old age, their height typically decreases rather than increases, and a maid who is barely 5’3” doesn’t need a large apron; she buys a short one.

Therefore, when worn by Mr. Dai, the neck string was too short, making it look like he was wearing a halter top that barely covered his upper body.

The string around the neck was too short, but the waist strings were long enough. Yet, there was no way Gu Jiao-yang would tie the apron properly for Mr. Dai, was there?

So, he pulled the waist strings taut, cinching the deep pink little apron tightly around Mr. Dai’s magnificent waist, effectively turning it into a tightly fitted little halter top.

“Tsk, tsk, tsk, not bad, My Darling Dai! You really are a clothes horse; everything looks good on you,” Gu Jiao-yang said, stroking his chin in admiration.

Sexy Village Husband, chopping meat live.

My husband is too cold, the Village Belle Husband angrily dons a tight apron, determined to reclaim his sex life.

Gu Jiao-yang felt that if he and Mr. Dai started a blog on Squirrel Browser, they would definitely make a fortune.

The drunken Mr. Dai was exceptionally docile. Even though the pink apron was tied quite tightly, he was still engrossed in chopping the meat filling and didn’t show the slightest hint of annoyance, allowing Gu Jiao-yang to handle him freely.

If his phone wasn’t upstairs, Gu Jiao-yang would truly have liked to take a photo for his wallpaper.

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