I Became the Eye Candy: Four Bigshots Claimed to be My Dad?-Chapter 135: Wanting to Hear Teahouse Stories

Ye Qianning nodded emphatically. "COUGH, COUGH..."

’It’s so hard to talk with this raspy voice.’

"You’ve said so much already. Are you trying to lose your voice completely?" Xiang Minghou gently patted her back to soothe her.

"It’s just a little hoarse. It’ll be fine in a couple of days. Dad, I want to eat." Ye Qianning had been eating nothing but fruit in her pocket dimension for two days. Everything tasted bland, and she was craving something spicy.

Xiang Minghou raised a hand to wipe the corner of his eye. "I’ll go have someone prepare it right away."

’Knowing she’s hungry and wants to eat means she’s almost recovered.’

Lying in bed, Ye Qianning entered her pocket dimension again. Plants grown in its soil matured in a single day, and the storage area was piled high with liangyi xiangsheng. She had eaten a few over the past two days.

They tasted better than any other fruit, and more importantly, their effects were incredible. A single fruit could completely cure most common ailments.

And while it could only alleviate but not completely cure major illnesses, it could still be considered a miracle cure.

She had originally planned to sell the liangyi xiangsheng as mere fruit, figuring she could make a good profit off their peculiar appearance. She never expected that producing just one would cause such an uproar.

Now she realized one wasn’t just worth a "good profit"—it was worth a king’s ransom!

"Tsk."

Ye Qianning picked up a liangyi xiangsheng. ’It’s valuable, all right. So valuable I don’t dare sell it!’

’It’s like staring at a pile of Gold you can’t spend. How frustrating is that?’

"You must get better quickly."

A familiar voice sounded.

Feeling a surge of annoyance, Ye Qianning dropped the fruit. She opened her eyes to a pale, fair face. It was as flawless as jade, with features so perfect they seemed to have been kissed by an angel.

"Your fever’s gone. I heard from Old Master Zhan that you haven’t turned into an idiot, either," Sang Zhi said coolly, pulling back his hand.

The look in Ye Qianning’s eyes changed instantly. ’This kid’s got a screw loose. I take back my praise!’

"Oh, right. These are the books I asked my tutor for today." Sang Zhi picked them up to show her.

Ye Qianning glanced at them dismissively. "I don’t want them."

"It’s fine if you can’t understand them. I’ll come see you after my lessons every day and read them to you."

"..."

’Here we go again,’ Ye Qianning thought, feeling utterly looked down upon.

"Why do you seem a little unhappy to see me?" Sang Zhi asked, puzzled. 𝑓𝑟ℯ𝘦𝓌𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝑐ℴ𝓂

"COUGH, COUGH..."

Ye Qianning rolled her eyes and ignored him.

"Do you want some water? I’ll go get you a cup," Sang Zhi said, starting to get up.

"...I’m not thirsty."

"Then let me read to you," Sang Zhi said, picking up the books beside him again.

"...I don’t want to listen," Ye Qianning said, exasperated.

’What a dense, clueless boy.’

"Then what do you want to do?"

Hearing this, Ye Qianning’s eyes darted slyly. "I want to listen to a story."

"What story?"

"The kind the storytellers tell in teahouses."

Sang Zhi pursed his lips.

"Do you know how to tell one?" Ye Qianning asked, tilting her head and blinking with an expectant look on her face.

After a long silence, Sang Zhi finally managed to force out a few words. "I’ve never heard one."

"Never heard one?" Ye Qianning was surprised.

Sang Zhi shook his head.

"No way. You’re that pathetic?" ’He’s never even heard a teahouse story?’

"I don’t often leave the palace, and I rarely go to teahouses. I don’t know much about the outside world," Sang Zhi said, his young face stern and serious.

For a moment, Ye Qianning’s heart ached for him. ’No mother, an unloving father, bullied by his brothers... his life is truly pitiful. With all the strict palace rules, probably no one ever told him stories either.’

"Then I’ll tell you stories from now on."

"You know how?" Sang Zhi asked skeptically.

"Of course! I guarantee my stories are unlike any others in the world. Other people who want to hear them... COUGH, COUGH, COUGH... well, they can’t," Ye Qianning declared, her spirits high.

"You’re still sick, so you shouldn’t talk too much. I’ll read to you first. When you’re better, you can tell me stories."