C5 Young Master Is a Scumbag

The expansive dining table was laden with an array of foods: Chinese dishes, Western cuisine, desserts, and more.

At that moment, a small, dark head was buried in the table, voraciously gobbling up the food like a chick pecking at grains. Leh Jiu's mouth, seemingly small and cherry-like, was more akin to a bottomless pit. Her cheeks bulged with an overstuffed mouthful, yet her lively eyes continued to sweep over the culinary spread on the table. Her hands rested on the tabletop as she contemplated which dish to devour next.

Tang Chi, walking by, couldn't help but notice the scene, his mouth twitching in amusement. "Lu Xing, where did Si find such an eating champion?" he whispered to himself. He had thought of calling her a 'rice bucket,' but the term seemed too harsh.

She was more than just a big eater; she was like a starving ghost reborn, as if she had never known a full meal in her past life.

Leh Jiu's face radiated pleasure as if she were savoring the most exquisite flavors of the world, her eyes narrowing in delight. The thought of such feasts was foreign to her; she couldn't recall the last time she had eaten to her heart's content. The lab had treated them like beasts, never providing quality sustenance.

As she joyfully indulged, Leh Jiu also reflected on her own hardships over the past three years. It had been a tough journey.

Amidst her melancholy, she continued to stuff her face, sighing contentedly. Then, catching a glimpse across the table, she noticed Si Nanzhi propping up his chin with one hand, a charming curve to his lips, his eyes alight with amusement as he watched her intently.

Feeling self-conscious under his gaze, Leh Jiu realized her manners were far from refined; 'uncouth' would not be an overstatement. As she withdrew her hand from the table, she inadvertently snagged a drunken crab and called out, "Nanzhi."

"Mm-hmm," he responded, his voice enticing, his smile lingering as he gazed at her.

Embarrassed by his attention, Leh Jiu asked, "Aren't you eating?"

Si Nanzhi's lips curled into a smile. "Do you want to feed me?"

Leh Jiu simply wished for him to avert his gaze; the thought of choking in his presence was mortifying.

She didn't dare speak the truth, for fear that he would become angry and clear away the feast spread before them. Reluctantly, yet with a smile plastered on her face, she tried to appease him. "What would you like to eat?"

Si Nanzhi quirked an eyebrow and requested, "The drunken crab you're holding."

Leh Jiu, wearing gloves, carefully extracted the meat and roe, plated it, and prepared to hand it to him.

"Feed me," Si Nanzhi suddenly commanded.

As Leh Jiu reached for the chopsticks to comply, Si Nanzhi interjected, "Use your hands."

Her expression stalled, and she looked at him in stunned silence.

"Not willing?" Si Nanzhi arched an eyebrow, his wicked smile threatening, "If you're not interested, we might as well have it cleared away."

No sooner had the words left his mouth than a fair hand pinched a morsel of crab meat and presented it to Si Nanzhi.

With a sly grin, Si Nanzhi parted his lips and, in the next instant, enveloped both the meat and her fingers in his mouth, nibbling and licking gently.

Leh Jiu's eyes widened in shock and embarrassment, and she quickly withdrew her hand, exclaiming, "You're a rogue!"

Her fingers tingled where he had licked them, a mix of numbness and itchiness.

Si Nanzhi's laughter was full of mischief, his deep eyes seemingly casting a spell, as if he were savoring not just the crab but her very essence. He licked his lips and murmured, "Tasty."

A rabbit's face is naturally not as thick-skinned as a dog's.

Leh Jiu's cheeks burned under his gaze, her face so hot it felt like it could fry an egg.

"...What's gotten into your master?" Tang Chi asked, a ghost of a shiver running down his spine.

He shuddered, and goosebumps scattered across his skin like fallen leaves.

Lu Xing remained outwardly unruffled, though inside, a storm raged. With a calm exhalation, he remarked, "Spring has arrived."

Glancing at the pear blossoms on the cusp of blooming outside, Tang Chi realized, "Ah, the annual season of spring fever is upon us."

Half an hour later, Leh Jiu had satisfied both her own hunger and Si Nanzhi's.

Rising from his chair, Si Nanzhi strode over to Leh Jiu and took a seat beside her. He took a warm towel from the servant's hand, lifted her jade-like hand, and meticulously wiped away the greasy residue from each finger.

Si Nanzhi's meticulous attention to detail made it appear as though he wasn't just cleaning his fingers, but rather polishing a piece of fine white jade.

Leh Jiu cast a glance at the maids on either side and felt a bit embarrassed as she tried to withdraw her hand, but Si Nanzhi wouldn't allow it.

It wasn't until the last speck of dirt was removed that Si Nanzhi finally released her. He then took a clean towel from one of the maids and leisurely dried his own slender fingers.

"Are you full?"

Aside from the task of attending to Si Nanzhi, she truly felt sated. Her small face beamed with contentment.

Leh Jiu patted her rounded belly and replied contentedly, "Yes, I'm full."

The maid approached with a tray, transferring its contents to the dining table—a glass of water and a white pill.

Si Nanzhi personally took the water and pill and offered them to Leh Jiu.

Leh Jiu's clear eyes brimmed with confusion as she inquired, "What's this?"

Si Nanzhi answered, "It's a contraceptive pill."

The maid looked at Leh Jiu with a sympathetic gaze.

She had seemed so caring, yet Leh Jiu hadn't expected the young master to be such a scumbag.