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nTranslator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations

nThis was not the first time Xue Fanxin had seen Ye Jiushang. She had already interacted with him a few times. Every time, she would not give him a good attitude. He had never been angry at her, so she was not afraid of him.

nSince the matter of her ‘savior’ had already been settled, she could only face the reality bravely. She turned her grief and indignation into appetite. Eat, eat, eat. What bullsh*t Ninth Imperial Uncle? Get lost.

nIn order to entertain Ye Jiushang, Xue Batian had invested heavily. There was a table full of delicacies and fine wine.

nIf the Ninth Imperial Uncle were anyone else, she might not dare to eat so much, but as for Ye Jiushang… she was not afraid.

nXue Batian saw that Xue Fanxin was eating more and more exaggeratedly. She had no bearing to speak of and was being extremely impolite, making him anxious. He hurriedly stopped her. “Little Xin’er, you can’t be so rude in front of the Ninth Imperial Uncle. Put down your chopsticks.”

nXue Fanxin was speechless. She did not listen to Xue Batian. Instead, she raised her head and looked at Ye Jiushang provokingly, saying with a sinister smile, “Ninth Imperial Uncle, do you mind?”

n“I don’t mind. Little Xin’er is so small and skinny. You don’t have much meat on you, so you should nourish yourself. Eat more so that you can grow up faster.” Ye Jiushang smiled even more sinisterly. He picked up his chopsticks and stuffed a large drumstick into Xue Fanxin’s bowl.

n“Grandpa, did you see that? The Ninth Imperial Uncle ‘doesn’t mind.’” Xue Fanxin would never reject delicious food. She generously picked up the drumstick that Ye Jiushang had placed in her bowl and started eating it with relish. She had a blissful expression on her face.

n“This…” Xue Batian was confused now, feeling puzzled. However, Ye Jiushang did not mind Xue Fanxin’s impudence, causing him to heave a sigh of relief. At the same time, he could tell that Ye Jiushang had helped him entirely because of Little Xin’er.

nHe then looked at Little Xin’er’s unrestrained manners in front of Ye Jiushang. Their relationship was definitely not simple.

nCould it be that the Ninth Imperial Uncle had fallen for his Little Xin’er?

nThe more Xue Batian thought about it, the more he felt that this was a possibility. This concerned his granddaughter’s lifelong happiness, so he had to be careful. Even if he would offend Ye Jiushang, he had to ask clearly, “Ninth Imperial Uncle, do you like my Little Xin’er?”

nUpon hearing this question, Xue Fanxin was too shocked. She spat out a mouthful of wine, almost spraying it on Ye Jiushang’s face.

n“Pfft…”

nYe Jiushang hurriedly shifted his body slightly. He waited for the alcohol to finish spraying before sitting up straight. Then, he acted as if nothing had happened and said indifferently, “Indeed, I like Little Xin’er.”

nXue Batian had thought that Ye Jiushang would answer vaguely, but he did not expect him to be so direct. Even he was shocked. “You… you like my Little Xin’er?”

n“Yes.” Ye Jiushang nodded solemnly. “If nothing unexpected happens, she will be my wife.”

n“What?!” Xue Batian was stunned.

n“Ye Jiushang, what’s wrong with you?” Xue Fanxin was enraged. She stomped on the stool and placed her hands on her hips as she questioned Ye Jiushang angrily.

nDid this guy know what he was talking about? He was simply spouting nonsense.

nThey had only known each other for a few days and could not even be considered friends. They had never seen eye to eye, yet this guy said that she was to be his wife?

nThere was something wrong with him. He must have a screw loose.

n“There’s nothing wrong with me. From today onwards, I’ll properly nurture you and make you a woman worthy of me, the future Ninth Imperial Consort.” Ye Jiushang was still as serious as ever. There was an irresistible domineering aura in his words as if he meant what he said and no one could say no..

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