Free Web NovelChapter 121: Chapter 121: NEW MAIN MISSION ACTIVATED
The dining table was set in a heavy, suffocating silence.
Yue Yue sat in the middle, staring intently at her bowl as if the grains of rice held the secrets of the universe.
To her left, Han Soi sat rigid, his expression grim. ƒгeewёbnovel.com
To her right, Feng Yansheng lounged with an air of effortless grace, looking more like a satisfied predator than a holy man.
The temple servants stood in the back, their eyes wide and their mouths nearly hanging open.
Was this truly the High Priest? The man they knew was cold, distant, and touched by the divine. He was a man who barely acknowledged the existence of others.
Yet, here he was, leaning toward a female with a gaze so heated it could melt stone. They felt as if their master had been swapped with a mischievous, seductive demon.
Feng Yansheng completely ignored his servants’ shock. He had a new goal, and it involved making Han Soi’s life as difficult as possible while charming Yue Yue.
"Yue Yue, you aren’t eating much," Feng Yansheng said, his voice smooth as silk.
Before she could react, he picked up a piece of tender meat with his chopsticks and held it to her lips.
"Is it because I haven’t fed you myself? Here, try this. I made sure the servants prepared it exactly to your liking."
Yue Yue’s eyes nearly popped out of her head. "I have hands, Feng Yansheng! I can feed myself!"
"But where is the fun in that?" he replied, his eyes dancing with mischief. He didn’t pull the food away.
"A female master should be pampered by her beast husbands. Since Brother Han Soi seems too tired to serve you properly, I will take over the duty."
Han Soi’s chopsticks snapped in his hand. The loud crack made the servants jump.
"I am not tired," Han Soi hissed, his voice trembling with suppressed rage. "And I have been taking care of Yue Yue long before you decided to play house, High Priest."
Feng Yansheng didn’t even blink. He leaned closer to Yue Yue, his shoulder brushing against hers.
"Oh? Then why does she look so thin? Perhaps you haven’t been giving her the right kind of attention. Don’t worry, Yue Yue. Once we are officially mated, I will ensure you are satisfied in every possible way. I have quite a lot of stamina, you know."
"Shut up! Just shut up!" Yue Yue choked out, her face turning a shade of purple. She felt like her head was going to explode from embarrassment.
The servants nearly fainted. The High Priest was talking about stamina? At the dinner table? They looked at each other, convinced the world was ending.
Feng Yansheng chuckled, a vibrant sound that vibrated in Yue Yue’s chest. He turned his gaze toward Han Soi, his smile turning sharp and sarcastic.
"Brother Han Soi, you look quite pale. Are you unwell? Or are you simply worried that you won’t be able to keep up once I join the household? I promise to leave some of her energy for you... occasionally."
Han Soi slammed his palms onto the table, standing up so abruptly his chair flew backward. "Feng Yansheng, you are a disgrace to the Temple! Have you no dignity left?"
"Where did this dignity come in the middle...with my Yue Yu...I am just her beast husband, not a high priest," Feng Yansheng retorted, his tone maddeningly calm.
He looked back at Yue Yue and winked. "Am I right, my flower?"
Yue Yue dropped her spoon and buried her face in her hands. She wanted the ground to swallow her whole. She had never known that a man of his status could be so shamelessly flirtatious and wicked.
He wasn’t just a High Priest anymore; he was a full-blown devil who knew exactly how to get under everyone’s skin.
"I’m leaving!" Yue Yue stood up, her nerves completely fried.
"Wait, Yue Yue." Han Soi started, reaching for her.
But Feng Yansheng was faster. He caught her wrist gently, pulling her just enough to make her stumble toward him. "Don’t go yet. We haven’t even gotten to the best part of the dinner. I have so much more to show you."
Han Soi looked like he was about to commit murder, and the servants began to slowly back out of the room, fearing for their lives.
Yue Yue’s patience finally snapped. With a sharp movement, she jerked her hands away from him.
She didn’t say another word; she simply turned on her heel and stormed out of the dining hall.
The heavy silence that followed her departure was thick enough to cut with a knife, but she didn’t care. She didn’t want to see Feng Yansheng’s smug face or Han Soi’s wounded eyes.
All she wanted was her bed. Even though she had recently woken up, the emotional rollercoaster of dealing with a "devil fox" high priest and a wronged beast husband had drained her completely. She felt a bone-deep exhaustion that only a quiet room could fix.
She reached her room, and as she turned toward the bed, she saw the egg sitting calmly in its incubator.
A temple servant stood nearby, dutifully watching over it. Yue Yue realized that Han Soi, who was so distressed, had actually been responsible enough to leave someone in charge of her precious baby.
She signaled the servant to leave, her movements tired but firm. Now that she was back, she would take over the care of the egg herself.
Approaching the bed, she looked down at the smooth shell.
A wave of warmth and maternal passion swept through her, momentarily clearing the fog of her restlessness.
She checked the incubator, adjusting the settings to ensure the temperature was perfect, and watched the soft glow of the device for a moment.
Finally, she kicked off her shoes and collapsed onto the mattress, leaning her head back and closing her eyes.
She was just drifting into a much-needed daze when a familiar, sharp ding echoed in her mind.
A blue holographic window flickered into existence against the darkness of her closed eyelids.
[NOTIFICATION: NEW MAIN MISSION ACTIVATED]
Yue Yue opened her eyes and stared at the floating text.
A small, dry smile touched her lips. She remembered the system promising her three or four days of rest before the next big task, but it seemed the "rest" period in this world was as fleeting as her peace at the dinner table.
"So much for a vacation," she whispered to the empty room.
