Chapter 12: A Foodie Has Joined!

Hearing Jiang Beiting’s words, Lu Yunsheng looked down and surveyed the table, realizing that all the dishes had somehow been moved in front of her without her noticing.

The very last piece of meat on the table was now on her chopsticks.

She licked her lips and explained, “Ninth Master, I only ate two pastries for breakfast and skipped lunch, so I ate a bit more.”

This time Jiang Beiting was stunned. “You mean from the time you left the bridal shop until you returned to the villa, you didn’t eat anything?”

“No, I didn’t.”

“Why not?”

“I was so focused on spending money that I forgot to eat.”

After saying this calmly, Lu Yunsheng stuffed the last piece of meat into her mouth.

Mentioning spending money was one thing—Jiang Beiting’s deep brows furrowed tightly. “Where exactly did all today’s money go?”

“I donated it to the temple to cast a golden statue.”

“Donated? How much?”

“I donated the entire balance on my card, probably a few million.”

Zzzzt—

A dull sound, like a blunt weapon piercing a heart, echoed faintly in the air.

Jiang Beiting was one of the very few rich people in Jing City who never did charity.

Once, a reporter asked him, “With the harsh winter coming, as the leader of the Jiang Group in Jing City, could you donate a warm bowl of noodles to every homeless person in the urban village?”

He replied, “Don’t talk about warm noodles—I wouldn’t even donate cold noodles!”

After saying this, he ended the interview.

Since that day, Jiang Beiting earned the nickname “Cold Noodles CEO.”

Now look at this—she donated a whopping 9.5 million Dragon coins all at once to the temple, and not just that, it was for making a golden statue of some Taoist ancestor!

To Jiang Beiting, the noble Dragon Prince of Lingqi Continent, is a mere Earth Immortal really worth casting a golden statue?

If they were casting a golden dragon instead, he wouldn’t even care enough to fart!

Finally, Jiang Beiting put down his chopsticks, pressing his thin lips into a tight line, his cheeks puffing out slightly, as if he might breathe fire at any moment.

“Sorry.”

Lu Yunsheng suddenly blurted out these three words with rice still on her lips.

All the anger in Jiang Beiting’s chest instantly choked back at those words.

He raised an eyebrow and asked, “Are you apologizing to me?”

Thinking carefully, this woman hadn’t spoken a soft word since coming to the Jiang family.

If she was willing to fix her spendthrift ways, maybe there was still hope.

But Lu Yunsheng’s next sentence was: “What I mean is, Ninth Master, could you transfer another ten million Dragon coins to my bank card?”

“Butler, clear the table!”

“?”

Lu Yunsheng hesitated, and when she looked back, all the dishes before her had been taken away by the servants.

Jiang Beiting himself had already risen angrily and left the dining room coldly, like a sudden storm roaring away!

The butler explained to her, “Miss Lu, Ninth Master always acts like this when he’s angry, you’ll get used to it!”

Lu Yunsheng sighed helplessly, “Uncle Butler, it’s not about getting used to it. Ninth Master often won’t let anyone eat. I didn’t have enough breakfast, didn’t eat lunch at all, and now dinner’s not enough either.”

The butler immediately whispered an order to the kitchen, “Quick, add a chicken leg for Miss Lu!”

“Thank you, Uncle Butler.”

The thought of a fragrant chicken leg appeared in Lu Yunsheng’s mind, and she quietly swallowed her saliva.

—

In the study room.

Jiang Beiting felt his inner fire had been burning stronger lately.

Especially the way Lu Yunsheng had just eaten—it brought many memories flashing through his mind.

In those memories, he sat cross-legged on the ground, with a warmly blazing bonfire before him. He used a stick to hold ten fish roasting over the fire.

“Roasted like this, will it really taste good?”

Xuan Ying, who had taken human form, sat beside him and asked curiously.

She had the slender, tall figure characteristic of the Divine Bird Clan, pale skin, and wore a dazzlingly colorful skirt that fluttered like wings, giving her a graceful and beautiful appearance. Her voice was gentle and soft as she spoke.

Qing Yuan, sitting by the bonfire, paused, “Ah Ying, you’ve never eaten such delicious roasted fish?”

“I haven’t eaten this kind… at least, it looks like it’s missing some seasoning? But…”

She paused, her gaze falling on the fish in his hand. After lightly pressing her red lips together, she said five words: “I really am hungry.”

After saying that, Xuan Ying took the roasted fish from his hand and began to chew slowly and carefully.

In an instant, she finished all ten fish.

After eating, she burped, wiped the traces from the corner of her mouth with magic, and smiled, “Not bad. Original flavor is also delicious. Can I have two more?”

These memories made Jiang Beiting’s eyes sparkle.

He wiped away the moisture at the corner of his eyes and choked out, “Ah Ying, once we catch that damn fox, I’ll come back and roast fish for you!”

—

“Burp~”

Lu Yunsheng burp contentedly and went back to her room, collapsing onto the bed to sleep.

The next morning, still empty-stomached, she hurried to the dining table again.

“Ninth Master, good morning.”

Facing the main seat at the dining table, Jiang Beiting wore a cold expression as she politely greeted him.

Jiang Beiting didn’t want to speak at first, but soon he noticed someone’s “little hands” grabbing a plate filled with eight heart-shaped pastries and sliding the whole plate toward herself…

He immediately snapped coldly, “Lu Yunsheng!”

“…”

Realizing she’d been caught, Lu Yunsheng obediently let go of the plate, only taking one small pastry and placing it in her bowl, eating it slowly.

She felt noticeably uneasy around this strict Ninth Master, so she asked, “Has my future mother-in-law, Madam Jiang, not come back yet?”

Jiang Beiting replied calmly, “She’s at the hospital with Yuchen.”

“Then who’s taking me to pick out the engagement ring?”

“Who do you think?”

Lu Yunsheng’s heart skipped a beat. “Could it still be Ninth Master?”

“That’s right. Today you’re going with me to pick out the engagement ring. As for the wedding banquet and guest invitations, the butler will handle those!”

As Jiang Beiting finished speaking, a flash of white light suddenly crossed his forehead.

Why did he feel like the head of the Jiang family was reporting work to some inexplicable “little leader“?

The butler beside them shivered down his spine but still pressed on despite the pressure: “Ninth Master, if you’re busy, how about I take Miss Lu to pick out the engagement ring today?”

“Miss Lu, may I ask which brand of wedding ring you prefer? Do you like diamond, gemstone, or gold settings?”

Lu Yunsheng: “Whatever.”

Butler: “…”

Jiang Beiting: “…”

Jiang Beiting didn’t mention that after leaving the bridal shop last time, he personally gave the wedding dress designer several extra instructions before he could feel assured to let them start the design.

When the Jiang family marries a young lady, they would host a grand banquet for the noble families from all over. The wedding, dress, and ring standards would all be magnified and publicized by the media.

If any part was mishandled, it would not only embarrass the Jiang family but might even affect their stock price.

Jiang Beiting had promised his late older brother.

Even if he had to leave here someday, he still had to give an account to the Jiang family.

So…

“I’m going myself!”

After saying this, Jiang Beiting turned his head and found Lu Yunsheng had, once again while he wasn’t paying attention, brought the whole plate of pastries in front of her and was eating them one by one…

He was completely speechless. The Jiang family really had taken in a foodie!