Chapter 250: I, Lin Xun, am Innocent!

“Husband… that’s the kitchen.”

Jiang Qingshang’s soft call stopped Lin Xun in his tracks.

“Oh, I drank too much last night and haven’t fully sobered up yet. My mistake, my mistake,” Lin Xun said with a smile, then headed toward the bedroom.

Sikong Wangxing watched Lin Xun’s back as he walked back to his room. It wasn’t until he closed the door that the young girl slowly withdrew her gaze.

Noticing the look in Sikong Wangxing’s eyes, Jiang Nongqin’s thoughts shifted slightly, feeling that her suspicion might actually be true.

Sister Wangxing might truly have already given her heart to Her Highness.

“It’s almost noon, I’ll go prepare lunch first. Sister Wangxing and Sister Zhu Ling should try my cooking.”

“Qinger, let me help.”

“Mm, then I’ll have to trouble Sister Nongqin.”

“I… I can help too,” Sikong Wangxing spoke up slowly, clutching the hem of her skirt as a flush of crimson spread across her fair cheeks.

“Eh? Sister Wangxing knows how to cook?”

Zhu Ling asked curiously.

Jiang Qingshang and Jiang Nongqin also looked at Sikong Wangxing with some curiosity.

Even though she had known Sikong Wangxing since childhood, Jiang Qingshang had never heard of Wang Xing having any culinary skills.

In Jiang Qingshang’s memory, Wang Xing should have been a kitchen disaster just like herself.

In fact, if she hadn’t married Lin Xun, Jiang Qingshang felt she would never have stepped into a kitchen in her entire life.

Jiang Nongqin, on the other hand, knew that Sikong Wangxing was the esteemed Saintess of Tianji City and the wealthiest woman in the world; how could she possibly know how to cook?

“I… I know a little bit,” Sikong Wangxing’s cheeks grew a bit redder.

Back then, to be a proper bride, despite her frail and sickly body, Sikong Wangxing had insisted on learning some cooking every day, just so she could cook for him after they married.

However, she had never told anyone about this.

Sikong Wangxing knew that she could no longer marry Lin Xun in the future, nor could she cook delicious meals for him.

So, if she could let him eat a meal she cooked this time, it would count as fulfilling a small wish of hers.

It was just that Wang Xing felt a little guilty.

For some reason, she felt like she was trying to steal a husband right in front of Sister Qinger’s face.

But Wang Xing knew this was her only chance. Once she returned to Tianji City, she feared she wouldn’t be able to come out again, let alone meet Young Master Lin.

“Then let’s cook together.”

Seeing Sikong Wangxing’s delicate, shy appearance with her head lowered, Jiang Qingshang smiled and took her hand. She didn’t think much of it, assuming Sister Wangxing just wanted to experience life in the Mortal World.

“Is Sister Zhu Ling coming?” Jiang Qingshang asked Zhu Ling.

“I… I can’t,” Zhu Ling waved her hands frantically. “No matter what dish it is, it becomes very strange once it passes through my hands. When I was little, I made porridge for Grandpa once, and that time I almost never saw Grandpa again…”

“…”

Although they didn’t know why Zhu Ling’s cooking became strange,

for the sake of everyone’s safety, Zhu Ling stayed in the courtyard to accompany Yaya.

At this time, inside the room, Lin Xun, who had changed his clothes, was pacing back and forth.

Yes, Lin Xun was a bit afraid to go out.

Even though Wang Xing had already found an excuse for him, Lin Xun was still very panicked.

What if he accidentally exposed something? For example, “Qinger finds out Wang Xing is his fiancée.”

Or for instance, “Why is Wang Xing my fiancée? Actually, I am the Demonic Son of the Demonic Sect.”

Great. With this massive amount of information, Lin Xun felt Qinger would go into a total daze.

“No! I have to stay calm. I survived that life-and-death situation in Nong Qin’s room last time, what does this count for? Keep it steady! Besides, I really am innocent. That’s right, I, Lin Xun, am innocent!”

Taking a deep breath, Lin Xun walked out of the room and saw that only Zhu Ling and Yaya were left in the courtyard, their butts in the air as they built a snowman.

The two girls, one big and one small, looked very harmonious, like sisters.

Moreover, Yaya seemed to really enjoy playing with Zhu Ling.

Lin Xun guessed it was probably because this Little White Rabbit Zhu Ling’s IQ was close to Yaya’s.

In the kitchen, Qinger, Nong Qin, and Wang Xing were chatting and laughing while preparing lunch.

The small kitchen held three world-toppling beauties of different styles. It was clearly an ordinary kitchen, but because of their presence, combined with the winter snow, it was like a painted scroll.

“Yaya, have you finished your weekend homework?”

Walking up to Yaya, Lin Xun smiled and rubbed her head.

“Mm-hmm, Brother Lin, Yaya finished her homework.” Yaya straightened up and nodded, snow clinging to her hair.

“No, you haven’t finished it.”

Lin Xun smiled and pinched Yaya’s cheek.

Three minutes later, Yaya walked into the room with her head hung low, clutching a copy of the “Lin Pei Secret Papers,” struggling with addition, subtraction, multiplication, and division—there were even a few Mathematical Olympiad problems in there.

“I heard Miss Zhu Ling knows medicine. I have a few medical books in my study, how about Miss comes and helps me take a look?” Having sent Yaya away, Lin Xun said to Zhu Ling.

“Eh? Big Bad… Young Master Lin, are you requesting this of me?” Zhu Ling’s eyes lit up.

“Yes, I’ll have to trouble you, Miss,” Lin Xun nodded, performing a formal bow, his eyes appearing very sincere.

“Hmph hmph hmph~~~” Zhu Ling put her hands on her hips, tilting her swan-like neck and puffing out her pitiful little chest. “Since that’s the case, I’ll reluctantly help you take a look.”

“Then I’ll trouble you, Miss. This way, please.”

Lin Xun led Zhu Ling to the study.

“Big Bad Guy, the medical books…” Just when Zhu Ling really thought they were going to look at medical books, the study door shut with a “clang,” and the bolt was even slid into place.

Not only that, Lin Xun also took out a Sound-Severing Bead.

“Big Bad Guy, what… what do you want to do?”

Watching Lin Xun walk toward her step by step, Zhu Ling remembered plots she had read in novels where the female lead was locked in a room by the big villain.

Zhu Ling hugged herself and backed away step by step, her cheeks flushing slightly.

“You… you can’t do this. Sister Qinger and the others are still in the kitchen. If Sister Qinger and the others find out…”

“Huh? What are you talking about? Don’t worry, this Sound-Severing Bead has no spiritual energy fluctuations; they won’t find out,” Lin Xun explained.

“No, that won’t do either, we…” Zhu Ling’s cheeks turned even redder.

For every step Zhu Ling took back, Lin Xun took a step forward. Finally, Zhu Ling backed into a corner with nowhere left to go.

Seeing this Big Bad Guy getting closer and closer, Zhu Ling simply covered her head, closed her eyes, and crouched down, once again adopting her head-clutching defensive stance.

“Big Bad Guy! Even if you get my body, you won’t get my heart!”

“Who wants your body? I don’t want your heart either.”

Lin Xun’s brow twitched slightly. What has this girl been imagining this whole time?

Tossing a Storage Pouch in front of her, Lin Xun said sternly:

“Get up, we’re talking business. Stop reading those picture novels and help me see if these things are of any use.”