Chapter 3 Interaction

Chen Xin sat inside for a long time without hearing Fang Ziyu call for dinner. Focusing her attention, she couldn’t hear any sound coming from the kitchen either.

Worried that something might have happened to him, Chen Xin disregarded her injury and hurriedly walked outside, her demeanor calm and collected, showing no signs of injury.

As soon as she stepped out, she saw Fang Ziyu with his back to her, leaning against the well, head bowed, hugging himself in a helpless posture. Seeing him like this made Chen Xin feel a bit stifled.

She thought she didn’t like this little guy whom she had already regarded as a younger brother showing such a helpless expression.

At the same pace, she walked up to Fang Ziyu. Her eyes fell lightly on him. Perhaps hearing her footsteps, Fang Ziyu suddenly lifted his head to look at the woman in front of him.

Then, he showed a nervous expression, his eyes darting around, not wanting her to see his ugly side. He quickly lowered his head and buried it in his knees. His unkempt black hair tangled in line and he felt very wronged, silently shedding tears.

Seeing Fang Ziyu’s frightened look like a little rabbit, Chen Xin felt even more stifled.

Was she really that scary?

“Ziyu, tell Big Sister Xin what happened?” This little one must have encountered some difficulties living on his own at such a young age.

Chen Xin didn’t even realize that she was full of pity as she squatted down, her impressive figure, and gently touched his hair, carefully untangling the knots, asking softly.

Fang Ziyu’s body stiffened, feeling like every strand of hair she touched was on fire.

His heart pounded rapidly, his mind blank, and he blurted out, “No…no rice.”

Big Sister Xin? No, he didn’t want to call her sister. He was already 17 years old, old enough to get married. He liked her at first sight and just wanted to be her husband.

Chen Xin’s movements didn’t stop, she was earnestly doing something serious, murmuring to herself, “No rice?”

Under the warm sunlight, her fingers, like warm jade, were even more careful, and the affection in her eyes grew deeper.

The thought of how this little guy managed to survive in poverty without rice in the family made Chen Xin’s mind filled with scenes of Fang Ziyu going out every day to find food and beg for it.

The midday sun was scorching, easily causing heat stroke and sunburn. After just a short time outside, Chen Xin’s forehead began to sweat slightly, her energy greatly depleted.

Despite only being outside for a while, she was sweating like an ordinary person. With a swift movement, she picked up the person curled up on the ground like a princess and walked back inside.

She didn’t know how long this little guy had been outside.

Fang Ziyu, who had been immersed in his own thoughts, suddenly felt a sense of weightlessness, his face turning pale with shock.

He stared at Chen Xin with wide eyes, subconsciously wrapping his arms around her neck, staring blankly at her noble profile. He felt like his heart was about to jump out of his throat.

Sensing the little guy in her arms staring at her, thinking he was dumbfounded by being carried like a princess by a woman, Chen Xin lowered her eyes and lightly chuckled, “Back to your senses.”

The somewhat deep voice made Fang Ziyu’s cheeks instantly flush red, but he tightened his arms around Chen Xin even more, resting his head on her shoulder, a sweet smile appearing at the corner of his mouth.

Obviously, at this moment, Ziyu forgot that Chen Xin was injured.

But Chen Xin was not at ease at this moment. Waves of pain spread throughout her body, but she couldn’t afford to pay attention to them because her stomach was singing the empty city strategy, and she urgently needed the ancestral plum blossom silver needle she carried with her for treatment.

Remembering that her backpack still contained biscuits, bread, milk, two centuries-old wild ginseng, and some wilderness survival equipment, plus two other items, a communication tool and a cell phone.

Thinking of this, she quickened her pace and arrived at the bedside, gently laying Fang Ziyu down on the bed. “Little guy, did you see Sister’s backpack? It’s the bag that Sister carries with her,” she explained, afraid he wouldn’t understand what a backpack was.

“Yes, I helped you put it away. It’s under the bed,” Fang Ziyu replied.

Hearing this, Chen Xin quickly bent down to look under the bed. Sure enough, there was a black sports backpack, its surface worn out, but fortunately, the contents inside were not lost. She breathed a sigh of relief.

Opening the backpack, she placed the bread and milk on the bed. Seeing Fang Ziyu sitting up with a curious look, she cheerfully picked up a bottle of yogurt, inserted a straw, and taught him how to drink from it. She also carefully took out a matcha cake roll, unwrapped it, and handed it to him.

The indulgence in her eyes made Fang Ziyu’s heart rejoice. He ate the food in small bites, finding the sour-sweet taste very special and delicious.

Meanwhile, Chen Xin also picked up the bread and milk, eating quickly yet elegantly, her demeanor still graceful and natural after many years.

When they both finished eating, she suggested that he take an afternoon nap while she used the ancestral plum blossom silver needle for acupuncture. Closing her eyes, she used her inner energy to run along more than ten acupuncture points like Baihui, Guanyuan, and Tanzhong.

As a family with a hundred years of heritage, the Chen family naturally had a strong foundation. There were dozens of lost medical skills, and this rapid healing method was learned from a book called the “King of Medicine,” which indeed resulted in rapid recovery.

However, as the saying goes, there are pros and cons. The acupuncture points must be precise, and the inner energy must be used accurately, or else all the effort would be wasted or even cause demonic energy to invade.

After about two hours of complete recovery, she slowly opened her eyes. The room was already lit with oil lamps, and the sky outside had darkened.

With a slight frown, she knew the little guy was in the kitchen but didn’t know what he was up to.

She thought, wasn’t there no rice? Then she got up and walked over.

Arriving in the kitchen, she looked at the little guy who was lighting the fire and the steaming pot, feeling warm in her heart for some reason.

She looked at him with a puzzled expression and asked, “What are you cooking?”

Seeing that it was Chen Xin, Fang Ziyu immediately showed a relieved smile and continued to light the fire, saying, “It’s sweet potatoes dug from the mountains today. They’re sweet and delicious. I don’t know if Xin likes them?”

Then he looked up at Chen Xin with hopeful eyes.

“Sweet potatoes? Sister likes them very much,” unable to bear to disappoint the little guy, she walked over to him and touched his head, pretending to be pleasantly surprised.

Suddenly remembering something, she said, “Ziyu, you should call me Sister Xin. My full name is Chen Xin, and I’m twenty-four this year. You should be sixteen, right? Sister Xin is eight years older than you.”

The firelight reflected on Fang Ziyu’s pale face, and he asked softly, “Then does Sister Xin have a husband?”

He stubbornly didn’t want to call her sister, wanting their relationship to be even closer.

“A husband? What husband?” Chen Xin’s mind was a bit muddled.

With her exceptional memory, a sudden flash of inspiration made her remember that there was a university classmate who often whispered novels about female dominance and male submissiveness in her ear.

Something like a certain beautiful man, as beautiful as clear water, a certain beautiful man, as shy as a flower, a certain beautiful man who is so pitiful always being beaten by his wife, how she wanted to beat him to death, how miserable the fate of men in female dominance was, and if she could cross over to a female dominance world, she would definitely marry several beautiful men and treat them well, and so on.

At the time, she just thought that this person had a serious fantasy disorder, but unexpectedly, she arrived in the female-dominant world that her classmate had been obsessed with.

Chen Xin couldn’t be sure if it was as she thought, feeling a rare sense of urgency to know the answer. “Ziyu, is Yunwen kingdom a female-dominant empire?”

“Yes, isn’t Xin from Yunwen Kingdom? Not only the Yunwen Kingdom, but the entire Mogu Continent is ruled by women,” Fang Ziyu replied, feeling a little strange. He thought Xin’s question was odd.

“Yeah, I wonder if I can find my way back home.” Her tone was despondent, not knowing what she was thinking, looking out at the quiet night, but suddenly she brightened up.

Yeah, there’s no need to think too much. Since she’s here, she might as well accept it. Besides, on Earth, there’s nothing to miss except for her parents. As for the family, fighting each other would only lead to mutual destruction. It’s fine.

She smiled and looked at Fang Ziyu, who was lifting the lid of the pot and poking the sweet potatoes with chopsticks.

Her eyes gradually softened. “Ziyu, are the sweet potatoes cooked?”