Return to the City: The Strongest King

Wang Xinyi is very skilled in Qi Refinement, but her body isn't strong. After drinking, she becomes a mess.

After collecting her thoughts, Wang Xinyi straightened her sleepwear and headed out the door.

"All the clothes I can wear are drying on the balcony," Wang Xinyi complained.

When she stepped out of the bedroom, she saw Song Xiaodong busy in the kitchen.

Song Xiaodong was wearing the little bear apron Wang Xinyi bought but never used in eight hundred years, testing the heat of the soup.

A big, burly man wearing such a cute apron, focused on sipping the soup with his eyes closed and smacking his lips—it's kind of adorable.

"What woman wouldn't be moved by such a man?" Wang Xinyi thought, feeling a bit wistful.

"He has so many wives already, why would he fancy someone like me? I'm just a Family Guard. Song Xiaodong's wives are either rich heiresses or absolute beauties, well-matched with him and beneficial to his future. What am I?"

"If Mr. Song wanted, Mr. Chen could just give me to him as a plaything. I wouldn't be able to say anything. Why bother catering to me?"

"You can cook?" Wang Xinyi forced a smile and walked towards the kitchen, still unsteady on her feet.

"Teacher Wang, you should go rest for a bit. It'll be ready soon," Song Xiaodong replied with a smile, showing none of the airs and graces of the Patriarch of the Su Family.

"What are you making?" Wang Xinyi squeezed into the kitchen.

"Bean sprout and tomato soup," Song Xiaodong said, a bit proud.

"Can you really cook tomatoes and bean sprouts together?" Wang Xinyi asked, curious.

"Of course, both tomatoes and bean sprouts are good for sobering up. It's the best for a hangover," Song Xiaodong replied.

Upon hearing this, Wang Xinyi couldn't help but feel a bit embarrassed.

"Yester... yesterday, Mr. Chen had a drinking party, and I went to accompany him," Wang Xinyi explained.

"Why am I explaining? Am I afraid Song Xiaodong will misunderstand and think I'm an easy woman? Why do I care if he misunderstands?" Thinking this, Wang Xinyi blushed even more.

"I see. Still, didn't Mr. Chen say anything about you drinking so much?" Song Xiaodong looked at the woman, feeling a bit sorry for her.

Song Xiaodong dotes on women, pampering all his women to the point where they barely have to lift a finger, yet here was this woman drinking herself under the table for another man.

"The Family Head was drinking a lot himself, so how could he still pay attention to me?" Wang Xinyi said with a wry smile.

"Smells so good!" Wang Xinyi suddenly switched the topic.

"Yeah, of course. Back when I was in the army, none of us ate the cooks' food; I did all the cooking for our squad," Song Xiaodong said, recalling the past, unable to hide his pride.

"A dignified Patriarch of the Su Family, cooking for a mere Chen Family servant—it's really beyond me," Wang Xinyi joked, speaking the truth nonetheless.

"Hey—it's not like that. Aren't you my teacher? Since you're teaching me martial arts, isn't it right for me to repay your kindness by making you a bowl of soup?" Song Xiaodong said with a laugh, stirring the pot with a ladle.

"Well, that's true. You're quite the perceptive student," Wang Xinyi replied, pouting and raising her head with a teacher's air.

"Ah!" Wang Xinyi had just finished speaking when a drop of soup spilled on her arm. She backed away, landing right into Song Xiaodong's arms, her firm, bouncy butt pressed tightly against his thigh, squished flat.

"What's wrong, Teacher Wang?" Song Xiaodong asked, concerned, as one hand swiftly wrapped around Wang Xinyi's waist, purposely giving her a playful pinch.

Men shouldn't touch a woman's head, nor should they wrap their arms around her waist.

The waist is a very sensitive and private part of a woman's body.

Wang Xinyi has a lot of flesh around her waist, but her frame is small, so she still looks very slender.

"Ah!" Wang Xinyi, being very sensitive, quickly spun around and moved to the side.

Song Xiaodong was still savoring the warm, elastic sensation from his thigh.

"Big behind beats broad shoulders, better than being a living god."

"You!" Wang Xinyi was about to get angry, but thinking about how this man had just been cooking for her, she felt embarrassed to lose her temper. So, she held back, giving Song Xiaodong a sidelong glance with flushed ears before leaving the kitchen.

"They say you're very good with women, Patriarch Song, and today I've truly seen it," Wang Xinyi said from the sofa to Song Xiaodong.

"When I, Song Xiaodong, pursue women, first, I never force them; second, I'm always sincere; and third, some strategy is important too," Song Xiaodong said with a roguish grin.

Wang Xinyi thought about how she'd been passed out earlier, and Song Xiaodong had gently carried her to the bed and covered her up. He seemed very gentlemanly, yet in her drowsiness, Wang Xinyi felt as if someone had greedily groped her somewhere.

Thinking of this, she couldn't help but feel a surge of anger again.

"He's really a man you love and hate," Wang Xinyi thought to herself.

Soon, Song Xiaodong's soup was ready, and Wang Xinyi went over to help. A bowl of bean sprout and tomato soup was placed in front of her.

"Tomatoes and bean sprouts both help with sobering up."