101: Section 101

Since he wasn't short on money, he naturally didn't want to owe anyone a favor for no reason.

"Alright, we'll do as you say."

Manager Qian bowed his head in agreement, and then the two returned to the sales office to sign the contract.

After paying and transferring the property, Xiao Fan received the keys to the house.

Driving to his new home, Xiao Fan took out his phone and made a call.

"Imperial Violet Mansion, Villa No. 1 area. Come over now."

Chapter 87: Warming the Bed

"Oh, oh, okay, I'll be there in a bit."

Zhao Jing was a little confused; Xiao Fan's home wasn't in Imperial Violet Mansion, was it?

However, she didn't think much of it and simply tidied up a bit before heading out.

"I'm actually a little excited."

Xiao Fan rubbed his hands, feeling a thrill.

A heroine turned into a maid would surely be delightful, wouldn't she?

As for the cultivation he mentioned, who practices cultivation when they're a normal person?

It wasn't long before Zhao Jing arrived at Villa No. 1.

Xiao Fan tossed the bag in his hand to Zhao Jing.

"Go inside and change your clothes first."

"What is this?"

Zhao Jing was a little puzzled; she had never seen such strange clothes before.

"It's for fun. Go in and change first. Remember to wear the white set."

Xiao Fan had been seeing a bit too much black lately.

He felt he needed to look at some white silk to properly adjust his aesthetic.

Upon hearing this, Zhao Jing took the clothes and went inside.

Not long after, Zhao Jing walked out with a slightly peculiar expression.

Her curvaceous figure was outlined perfectly by the clothes.

Her fair skin was even three shades whiter than the white silk.

What surprised Xiao Fan even more was how well-endowed Zhao Jing actually was.

He had never noticed it when she usually wore loose training clothes.

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"I always feel like something is missing."

Xiao Fan scrutinized her, then seemed to remember something.

He retrieved the pair of fluffy white cat ears from the back seat of the car.

"Now it's perfect."

Xiao Fan carefully placed the cat ears on Zhao Jing's head.

Zhao Jing felt a bit unaccustomed and tried to take the cat ears off.

"Don't move. Didn't you say you'd listen to everything I say?"

Zhao Jing's small hand, which she had just raised, froze in place, then slowly lowered.

"How dare you! How dare you play tricks on the Young Master of my Zhao family!"

Zhao Xian roared, leaping over the villa wall and landing inside.

Xiao Fan's actions were clearly toying with Zhao Jing.

And Zhao Jing, having never experienced such things, was completely in the dark.

As someone dispatched by the clan to protect Zhao Jing,

even knowing he was no match, Zhao Xian still stepped forward.

"Do you want to handle him, or should I?"

Xiao Fan ignored Zhao Xian and instead looked at Zhao Jing.

He decided to give his future little maid some face.

After all, they would be seeing each other all the time in the future, so he shouldn't make things too awkward.

"I'll do it."

Zhao Jing was very sensitive to killing intent, even if it was only for a split second.

"Third Uncle, this is my own decision. I hope you can respect it."

Zhao Jing looked at Zhao Xian, her eyes incredibly serious.

Also, if Zhao Xian didn't leave,

she feared he wouldn't have the chance to.

She had personally experienced Xiao Fan's terrifying strength; it was not something Zhao Xian could contend with.

"Young Master... but..."

Zhao Xian wanted to say more, but Zhao Jing waved her hand, cutting him off.

"No need to say more. I will be staying here for a while, so you don't need to follow me for now."

"Alright, then I'll be going."

Seeing that Zhao Jing was as stubborn as a turtle eating a steelyard—her mind was made up.

Zhao Xian knew that anything he said now would be useless.

Zhao Xian then turned his gaze to Xiao Fan.

"I hope you don't mess around..."

Zhao Xian didn't continue speaking. With a few leaps, he disappeared around the corner.

"Um, please don't mind him. My Third Uncle is just worried and acting rashly."

Zhao Jing explained, flustered, afraid Xiao Fan might misunderstand.

"It's fine, why would I mind?

Let's go, I'll show you around first.

When I'm not home, you'll have to clean the house and everything.

This is also part of cultivation. Oh, by the way, can you cook?"

Hearing that this was also cultivation, Zhao Jing nodded earnestly.

"I can't cook, but I can learn."

Seeing Zhao Jing's high level of awareness, Xiao Fan nodded in satisfaction.

"From now on, when you're at home, you must call me Young Master, understand?"

"Oh, oh, okay."

"And..."

Just like that, Xiao Fan laid down more than a dozen unequal treaties.

And every time Zhao Jing wanted to object, Xiao Fan would refute her with: "This is also part of cultivation."

He used that phrase to dismiss her objections.

"I've talked so much, my mouth is dry. Pour me some water.

Also, my back is a bit sore; rub it for me later."

Xiao Fan naturally half-reclined on the sofa, acting like a master.

"Young Master, water."

The little maid walked over with the water.

Xiao Fan didn't pay attention, picked up the cup, and drank it all in one gulp.

He felt as if his mouth was on fire.

"Pfft!"

Scalded, Xiao Fan spat out all the water.

Zhao Jing swiftly dodged all the water Xiao Fan sprayed out.

"Are you trying to murder me?"