Chapter 6: Sooner or Later I’ll Make Her Call Me Daddy

Xi Xingye shot up from the couch so fast that his hoodie’s hood went crooked.

That crazy woman actually came here?

“Quick, hand me the bottle!”

Shen Qingci’s face flashed through his mind.

Another shiver jolted through him, and he shouted, “Forget the bottle—bring me the cleaver!”

“Master Xi, it’s a chef, says he works for your family. Surname Liu. Wants to talk to you about Young Madam’s meals…”

“What the hell? Meals with his grandma—what’s that got to do with me? Kick him out! Nearly scared me to death!”

Xi Xingye slumped back onto the sofa and continued fiddling with the cards in his hands.

Before long, the waiter returned. “Master Xi, someone else is here to see you.”

Xi Xingye froze mid-shuffle and gave him a wary look. “Don’t tell me it’s another chef.”

The waiter chuckled awkwardly. “Not this time—it’s a woman.”

Smack!

The deck of cards slammed onto the table. Xi Xingye snapped, “Bring her in!”

“She says her surname is Lou. She’s here to see you.”

Hearing that name, Xi Xingye twisted around.

Lou Xinyue?

What the hell was she doing here?

“Not seeing her!”

A dark irritation rose in his chest. He raked his hand through his hair and downed his drink in one gulp.

Back then, Lou Xinyue chose to go abroad. She should have understood then that she’d already missed out on him—this rare gem.

At the door, Lou Xinyue heard his cold refusal. Her expression didn’t change, as if she had expected it.

The door closed slowly.

Through the narrow gap, she caught a glimpse of him, head bowed.

Stray strands of hair fell across his forehead, hiding his eyes—his expression unreadable.

It was almost instinctive—right before the door shut completely, he looked up at her.

Their eyes met.

Lou Xinyue’s lips curved. Her mood instantly lightened.

She knew Xi Xingye well—his pride wouldn’t allow him to let her go.

Down the wide hallway, a woman approached.

As they brushed shoulders, Lou Xinyue halted, turning her head slightly.

The woman’s figure was tall and upright, her long hair loose down her back. Long, straight legs carried her forward, boots clacking—a pair of biker boots that made her look both fierce and beautiful.

Lou Xinyue was quietly taken aback.

In the capital, beauties were countless, yet she had never seen one like this.

The waiter beside her added helpfully, “Miss Lou, that was the Shen family’s second daughter just now.”

“The Shen family’s second daughter?” Lou Xinyue’s lips curved faintly. “So that’s Xi Xingye’s bride—Shen Qingci?”

She remembered how Shen Qingci had gone to prison for her mistakes, then was shipped abroad by her family. Even if she had returned, she was nothing but a laughingstock of the entire capital, the Shen family’s disgrace.

A rustic little village girl like her…

Lou Xinyue pulled out a compact mirror, checking her makeup while smiling faintly.

She knew Xi Xingye preferred women soft and gentle as water, and despised the vulgar and ignorant type.

So sooner or later, Xi Xingye would willingly fall into her hands.

Snapping the mirror shut, Lou Xinyue walked away with the confident click of her heels.

Inside, Xu Zijie noticed that Xi Xingye had been on edge all evening, worried he might really pick up a cleaver and hack someone, so he quickly suggested a game to lighten the mood.

The cliché—Truth or Dare.

Xi Xingye didn’t want to play, but was dragged in anyway. And, naturally, he lost the first round.

“Truth! Master Xi picks truth!”

With Xu Zijie egging him on, someone finally plucked up the courage to ask, “Master Xi, could you briefly describe your wife—”

Before the words were finished, Xi Xingye shot him a sharp glare.

The man backtracked immediately: “—I mean, that Shen woman.”

Xi Xingye leaned back in his seat, remembering the front door that had been violently torn down. He narrowed his eyes, letting out a cold laugh. “She’s just a savage.”

He tipped back another half glass of liquor, emotions surging.

“Telling me to be home within half an hour? What a joke! Since when has Xi Xingye ever listened to a woman? I’m not afraid to tell you, I’ve dealt with her kind plenty of times! Tomorrow I’ll blast a video of her kneeling to me to everyone! Just wait—sooner or later, I’ll make her call me Da—”

The word “Daddy” wasn’t even out yet when two cold flashes slashed before his eyes.

Everyone blinked in shock.

Clang! Clang!

Two kitchen knives stabbed deep into the table right in front of Xi Xingye!

The glass surface splintered like a spiderweb under the force.

In that instant, silence slammed over the entire room.

Every pair of eyes bulged wide.

Then, a heartbeat later—

“Ahhh!! Who the hell is that?!”

The once-drunk rich heirs exploded in panic.

All eyes turned toward where the knives had flown from.

There stood a woman in black leather pants and jacket, her cold gaze sweeping across every face—before locking squarely onto Xi Xingye.

These spoiled young masters who spent their nights in debauchery were, at the core, most afraid of death. Seeing danger, they immediately cowered, covering their heads.

“Security!” Xi Xingye roared.

Only then did a group of guards rush in, panting.

“Master Xi!”

The leader wore a pained expression, on the verge of tears. “Master Xi, it’s not that we didn’t try—we just couldn’t catch her.”

One measly woman, yet she climbed up the drainpipe like a monkey and darted onto the fourth floor in seconds!

Xi Xingye’s rage fumed like smoke, his teeth grinding audibly as his fist clenched to strike—when Xu Zijie grabbed him back.

“Master Xi, hold it! Think of your old man!”

Xi Xingye froze in place.

“Master Xi…” someone stammered, stepping forward. “Since the Young Madam’s here, maybe we should… retreat for now…”

When Xi Xingye gave no reply, the man worked up the nerve to move toward the door.

But no matter how he tugged at the lock, it wouldn’t budge.

Looking up, he froze—

A foot pressed firmly on the doorframe.

“What’s the rush?” Shen Qingci’s leg straightened into a perfect split, bracing on the frame. Then with one sharp kick, she slammed the door shut.

“First time meeting. I brought you all a little gift.”

She swung the burlap sack in her hand forward.

Something inside it wriggled.

The young masters shrieked, stumbling back.

Shen Qingci strode to the table, yanked out the two knives, and sliced open the sack.

Two chickens burst out, squawking madly!

The room erupted with screams.

Shen Qingci, unfazed, calmly boiled water, drained the blood, and plucked the feathers.

Chop after chop, her knife struck the chicken meat with swift precision.

Thud—thud—thud—

The sound landed on flesh, but made every bone in the room ache.

Half an hour later—

The once-luxurious private room, with its tables lined with imported liquors, now held only a single pot in the center.

The pampered heirs sat around it in misery, each forced to take the bowl of broth Shen Qingci handed them.

The moment they sipped it, the stench filled their mouths and nostrils, revolting them to the point their eyes rolled back.

Someone gagged, about to spit it out—when a flash of cold steel caught his eye.

Ding ding.

Shen Qingci flicked the knife in front of her.

Everyone jolted in unison!

They shut their eyes, tilted back their heads, and drained the broth in one go.

As the last drop went down, each face paled further.

Shen Qingci’s cool gaze swept over them all. She smiled faintly. “Keeping Xi Xingye company in the middle of the night—must be exhausting. Drink more. I’ll be bringing this often.”

Every man shivered.

Often?!
Bringing what? Their death?!

The service bell rang. Waiters entered to clear the dishes and cookware.

The heirs finally let out sighs of relief.

But then—

That soft, chilling voice drifted over:

“Which one of you is Xu Zijie?”