Too Late to Regret, She’s Now With the Big Boss - Chapter 91

Soaking in the hot spring, Ye Qianqian watched Lu Jingchen’s retreating back, her heart bubbling with joy. The life she was living now was something she had never dared to dream of before.

She wanted to be better to Lu Jingchen like helping him cook but she was just too exhausted!

It was all his fault for having such incredible stamina. She couldn’t be blamed for it.

What Ye Qianqian didn’t know was that many of the mercenaries Lu Jingchen had hired were all-rounders.

Not only were they skilled in combat, but they could also cook, handle household chores, mix drinks, and recently, he had even hired some who could make milk tea and pastries.

Because Ye Qianqian loved these things, Lu Jingchen specifically sought out those who were both skilled fighters and capable of making milk tea and desserts.

Though the manor wasn’t crowded, it housed people with a wide range of talents, from pilots to lock-picking experts, and even gardeners for flowers and vegetables.

If Ye Qianqian had gone to the kitchen at that moment, she would have seen several handsome, well-built men busy chopping and washing vegetables.

“Sir, the Kansai sea cucumber paired with Australian abalone you requested has been simmering over charcoal for two hours, awaiting your final touch.”

“Sir, the three ducks have been deboned and nested perfectly, ready for you to take over.”

“Sir, these are freshly purchased vegetables for stir-frying. I’ve prepared them, just waiting for you to cook.”

“Sir, these greens were just harvested from our own garden. I’ve washed them thoroughly.”

“Sir, the dishes and utensils have all been sterilized. You can use them with confidence.”

“Mm, I’ll season a few dishes that Madam likes. The rest, you can prepare for yourselves.”

“While there’s time, report on the whereabouts of Lu Zhenting and young Duke Leos.”

Lu Jingchen’s voice was icy and bloodthirsty, like the bitter cold of midwinter that could freeze water in an instant, a stark contrast to the deep, magnetic tone he used with Ye Qianqian.

Half an hour later, Lu Jingchen, wearing an apron and holding a bathrobe, approached the hot spring. “Darling, dinner’s ready.”

“So soon? You’ve worked hard, honey.” Ye Qianqian casually praised him, assuming it was just a simple meal.

It wasn’t until she reached the table and saw ten lavish dishes that she gasped in surprise. “Oh my! Honey, you’re amazing!”

“Darling, try them quickly and see if you like them. Tomorrow, I’ll make different flavors for you to sample.”

“I love them, I absolutely love them! I don’t even need to taste them, they look delicious already,” Ye Qianqian chirped happily.

Lu Jingchen and his wife fed each other bites, thoroughly enjoying their meal.

Meanwhile, at the Lu Manor, Lu Zhenting was in a foul mood. “Boyu, hasn’t my third uncle arrived yet?”

“Young Master Ting, our people haven’t been able to track Third Master’s whereabouts. We don’t know where he is!”

“It’s been so long, and he still hasn’t arrived. Could his plane have crashed?”

“……” Sang Boyu very much wanted to say, You’re being naive!

“Boyu, how wonderful it would be if my third uncle crashed along with his plane!”

“……”

“To be honest, I don’t really want to confront him directly. After all, he’s always treated me well since I was young. But he shouldn’t have registered his marriage with Ye Qianqian, it upset my Yanyan.”

“Young Master Ting, Miss Ye has been married to Young Master Song for over a month now. Last time, she was even seen with her brother by many people…”

“So what? Yanyan told me that even though she’s slept with many men, I’m the only one she truly loves.”

Whenever Lu Zhenting spoke of Ye Qingyan, his tone softened noticeably, his face glowing with infatuation.

“Young Master Ting, Young Duke Leos has arrived,” another assistant hurried in to report.

“Quick, invite him in.” Lu Zhenting immediately stood up, straightening his clothes. “Let’s go greet him at the entrance.”

As soon as they reached the entrance, they heard a voice speaking in somewhat accented Mandarin, “Young Master Lu, where is your third uncle? Why hasn’t he arrived yet?”

“Don’t be impatient, Young Duke. My third uncle’s plane departed five hours ago. I have no idea why he hasn’t arrived yet!”

“Call him. Now, immediately,” the Young Duke commanded unhappily.

“Call him? Wouldn’t that make us seem too impatient?” Lu Zhenting said hesitantly.

He absolutely wouldn’t tell Leos that he never dared to call his third uncle without good reason, especially since he had a guilty conscience, making him even more reluctant.

“Young Duke, you have considerable influence in Country Y. Perhaps you could send someone to investigate?” Lu Zhenting tentatively suggested.

“I don’t know him. You’re the one begging me to cooperate with you, why should I investigate?” Leos replied angrily.

He couldn’t possibly tell Lu Zhenting that he had been tracking Third Master Lu’s plane ever since he learned of its departure over the phone, only to lose track of it in the end!

“Young Duke, have you eaten? Would you like to have a Chinese dinner at my place?” Lu Zhenting, noticing Leos’s displeasure, quickly changed the subject.

“Fine.”

Both Lu Zhenting and Leos were in a foul mood, and they ended up drinking themselves into a stupor.

When they woke up, they found themselves in the basement of the Lu family estate, having been roused by cold water splashed on their faces.

“Who? Who are you?” Leos opened his bleary eyes and instinctively asked.

“Open your dog eyes and see for yourself. Our master is not someone your Leos family can afford to mess with,” Ding Fan said, still holding a bucket.

“Are you the legendary Third Master Lu?” Leos stared at Lu Jingchen and asked.

He thought the man in the main seat bore a slight resemblance to Lu Zhenting, perhaps because all East Asians looked somewhat similar to him.

Compared to Lu Zhenting’s refined, jade-like beauty, Third Master Lu possessed a sharp, aggressive handsomeness, cold and piercing like a sword not yet sheathed.

“Speak. Why did you want to target me?” Lu Jingchen’s voice was as cold as ice.

“I never intended to target you, much less oppose you. I was just curious about your legend,” Leos vehemently denied.

With just one glance, he abandoned any thought of opposing Third Master Lu. His earlier desire to eliminate him had stemmed solely from the legend of his extraordinary prowess.

“You didn’t intend to target our master? Then who gathered 498 elite mercenaries to surround the Lu estate?” Ding Fan asked angrily. With Bai Lang absent from Lu Jingchen’s side, Ding Fan had become his spokesperson.

“498? How do you know the exact number?” Leos exclaimed in shock.

“Why wouldn’t we know? Did you think your men were that impressive? They’ve already been captured by us!” Ding Fan smirked arrogantly.

“Third Master Lu, please, I beg you, don’t kill those men. They were secretly mobilized from my father, the Duke,” Leos pleaded urgently.

He bore no personal grudge against Third Master Lu, but he genuinely disliked him, solely because his father constantly praised Third Master Lu, using him as a benchmark to spur Leos on.

Anyone would feel resentment and dislike toward the person held up as a model to emulate.

“Why should I listen to you? Oh, if you hadn’t mentioned it, I wouldn’t have known those men belonged to the old Duke Leos. Now that I know, it’s not too late, we’ll send them back to your ducal estate,” Ding Fan said maliciously.

“No, please don’t! If my father finds out, he’ll surely beat me to death. It was him! he was the one who urged me to oppose you.”

Little Leos pointed at Lu Zhenting and shouted, “You said your third uncle came alone and that you would lend me a hundred men to help capture him. You lied, I hate you!”

“Don’t you dare slander me! Why would I ever go against my third uncle?”