My Scheming Little Devil-Chapter 942 She Dares to Despise

Those eyes, which never missed any beautiful scenery, were unusually averted this time.

Ye Lu’s face burned with heat, and she closed her eyes, her cheeks flush and heart pounding, comfortingly telling herself it was like getting a massage at a beauty salon.

However, this "massage" was lasting unusually long; how much longer would he dawdle?

"Are you done yet?" her small face flushed deeply, and she gritted her teeth.

Third Young Master Jun turned his head from his trance, looking down at her from above and catching sight of her flushed face, couldn’t help but reveal a malicious smile, "Third Young Master is helping you wipe, and you’re still complaining? It’s better to clean thoroughly, and I gave you a massage on top of that."

Fortunately, the man quickly took the towel away and, without waiting for her to speak, hurriedly helped her into a nightgown, more anxious than she was.

Then came wiping her lower half, another embarrassing process.

After it was over, Ye Lu could finally lie down quietly, slept for a while, and then was gently woken up by him. He helped her sit up to eat some porridge and then take her medicine.

After a few bites, Ye Lu frowned, "These foreign Chinese restaurants really are terrible, the taste is bland, the water is so scarce it’s like rice, and the vegetables are mushy. We need to complain, make them shut down."

Third Young Master Jun’s eyes twitched, his voice seeming to squeeze out between his teeth.

"I made it."

Where would he find a Chinese restaurant in the middle of the night? But she needed some food before taking medicine to avoid hurting her stomach.

He searched online, figured porridge seemed easy to make, so he dug out some rice from the fridge, and threw it into the pot with water and vegetables, boiling it on high heat for a long time. Seeing the water was almost gone, he quickly turned off the fire.

"You made it?" Ye Lu was stunned, her tone full of doubt by a hundred and twenty thousand percent.

She just couldn’t associate the act of cooking with a man like Third Young Master Jun.

After all, he had always been the young master who had his food brought to him and his clothes hand-delivered, used to make her prepare breakfast and dinner in the past, and he was incredibly picky.

Third Young Master Jun looked at her dangerously, with a hint of threat, "Even if it’s not delicious, you have to eat half a bowl for me, otherwise... hmm."

He, Third Young Master Jun, personally made her porridge, and she dared to show such a disdainful expression.

Ye Lu could only obediently eat, consuming a whole bowl since she was indeed a bit hungry.

Seeing she had finished the bowl, Third Young Master’s icy face eased significantly, his lips curling up slightly.

Then he brought water over and fed her the medicine.

After Ye Lu took her medicine and lay down, she saw Third Young Master Jun taking the bowl out. Tonight, he was like a changed man, so tender and considerate, not like his usual behavior at all.

Remembering how at the banquet that evening, his behavior with the woman named Yiren was so intimate, and then thinking of his recent tenderness,

her mood became even more chaotic.

She simply couldn’t understand why he was being so good to her.

Better not to think about it and quietly sleep with her eyes closed.

Third Young Master Jun went to check on the two children and saw they were both well-behaved, had washed up and gone to bed on their own. He wasn’t sure if it was because they were naturally brave or because children simply don’t have much awareness of danger.

These two little devils had gone through such an event, more excited than scared, without any apparent mental stress.

He ruffled their little heads, kissed their foreheads with a hint of pride—perhaps it was the bloodline, as the children’s courage was definitely inherited from him.

After leaving the room, he picked up the phone and called Ji Mo, the head of the Ji Family.

He didn’t really know Ji Mo; they were barely acquaintances who merely nodded to each other in greeting, but tonight, if Ji Mo hadn’t informed him in time that Ye Lu and the others met with trouble, he didn’t dare to imagine the consequences.