Young Master Gu, Please Be Gentle

“Okay.”

Tang Mo’er and Lin Ruoxi both entered the kitchen. Tang Mo’er took a glance at the ingredients that were allocated to her and saw that there was a great variety. Fully confident in her culinary skills, she washed her hands she started to prepare the ingredients.

But a problem arose when she realized that she wasn’t allocated any kind of basic seasonings.

There weren’t even the most common ones. Where was the salt, sugar and vinegar?

“Mr Meissen, why aren’t there any seasonings allocated to me? How am I supposed to cook?” Tang Mo’er wrinkled her forehead as she questioned.

Han Xiaowan behave coquettishly beside Mr Meissen and covered her mouth while tittering in a honeyed voice, “Miss Tang, this is a test of your adaptability. It’s all up to you to prove yourself.”

Tang Mo’er rolled her eyes and retorted instantly, “Why isn’t Lin Ruoxi tested in the same way? She has everything there!”

Han Xiaowan instantly pouted her red lips, as if she was full of grievance, clutching at Mr Meissen’s arms. “Meissen, Miss Tang is scolding me!”

Mr Meissen’s gaze was fixated on Han Xiaowan, drawn in by her at her coquettish ways. When she rubbed herself against his muscular chest, he instantly placed his large palm under the table and caressed Han Xiaowan’s thigh in a sleazy manner. “Miss Tang, if you are unsatisfied with the conditions, you may choose to withdraw from the competition.”

“…”

Tang Mo’er understood everything. So, Han Xiaowan was riding on Mr Meissen’s coattails and making things difficult for her in every possible way.

With Han Xiaowan making things difficult for her on this trip to Jinhua Palace, she was bound to lose the competition.

This mustn’t happen, she had to find a way to get rid of Han Xiaowan. But Mr Meissen greatly doted on Han Xiaowan as she was his current favorite. It would be hard to get rid of her so easily.

Tang Mo’er could only slowly strategize and her mind churned with possibilities as she entered the kitchen.

…

As she witnessed Tang Mo’er admitting her defeat and entering the kitchen, Han Xiaowan instantly smiled and winked at Mr Meissen. “Meissen, you’re the best!”

Mr Meissen’s hand wandered over her thighs as he caressed her silky skin, slowing stretching out his other hand to touch her tiny nose. “Wanwan, how are you going to thank me then?”

How would she thank him?

Bam! Han Xiaowan purposely dropped her chopsticks on the carpet and bent down to pick it up.

Like that, she was all over Mr Meissen’s thighs, nuzzling her tiny face against his stiffening pants.

Mr Meissen was completely aroused, he couldn’t wait to just throw Han Xiaowan onto his bed.

Mr Meissen lived in Jinhua Palace and so the women around him were conservative in nature. This Han Xiaowan was an exception, she knew how to behave coquettishly and flirt with him, drawing him in until he could no longer restrain himself. Though she seemed like an innocent goddess on the outside, she was a vixen inside and when she appeared to seduce him, her every action was so alluring that he couldn’t help but fall in love with her.

Mr Meissen was caught up with Han Xiaowan teasing him until a cold-eyed stare landed on them.

An’an wore a white dress, her black silky hair was scattered over her delicate shoulders. Her youthful yet gorgeous face was emotionless and she had a poker face on while she observed Han Xiaowan burying her head around Mr Meissen’s pants and laughing.

A tall figure blocked her line of vision and Lu Yan placed a milk pudding in her hands while speaking with a deep voice, “An’an, try some of this.”

An’an’s turned her attention away from Han Xiaowan to Lu Yan’s handsome face, asking him, “What is she doing?”

What was Han Xiaowan doing?

Lu Yan unconsciously cleared his throat, his brown eyes were slightly crinkled in wry amusement. “She’s doing something that only bad girls would do. You don’t need to know the details.”

An’an didn’t speak anymore, she held up the spoon and started to eat the milk pudding. Her mouth was tiny, like a flower that was slightly pinkish, there was some pudding left behind at the corners of her mouth.

Lu Yan instantly used a tissue to wipe her mouth.

His rough fingertips accidentally touched An’an’s tiny mouth and she lifted her head to look at him, sticking out her tongue to lick his finger.