It's okay for me to bully my wife for the sake of the young master's dignity, right?

Chapter 713 [131] Forget-Me-Not's Purple Cuisine
For Qin Jiandan, recovery time density is the highest priority.

After the latest round of baby transfers, Xia Xia also became pregnant and, like Mu Yue, could not perform quantum harvesting.

Linlin goes missing, and the Lolita Killer Ram and Jacks "defect" with Dr. Chen.

The only ones who can safely harvest are Vale, Kazama, and Wangyou and her sisters.

The monitoring room is still the same as when Linlin left.

The nine LCD screens remained in their original positions. Three of them had been cracked by Remier's shockwave, causing the images to flicker.

The other six sides remain intact, with the images faithfully updating the headquarters relocation project and the reconstruction project of the border town special zone.

It was as if the room's owner might push the door open and return at any moment.

A half-opened pack of compressed biscuits rested on the edge of the keyboard; the biscuits were damp and soggy. A pair of pliers lay on the ground unpicked, a piece of stripped copper wire still stuck in the blade.

The door opened.

Wangyou, wearing heat-resistant gloves, walked in carrying a cake that was emitting black smoke.

Thanks to the regeneration chamber, she recovered extremely quickly after childbirth and seemed fully prepared to be harvested.

The maid outfit's skirt swayed gently with each step. The metal implant beside her eyebrow reflected a faint silver light.

The deep gray pupils reflected the cake's dark purple surface.

She stopped in front of Qin Jiandan. Her beauty mark lay quietly beneath her left eye.

"Young Master, would you still like a cake for dinner?"

Her tone was flat, as if she were holding a perfectly baked product.

Qin Jiandan looked at the unidentified object emitting black smoke with annoyance.

"The refrigerator was damaged in the attack, and all these ingredients would be wasted if we didn't make a cake. You volunteered, saying you knew how to make cakes—does your cakes emit black smoke?"

Wangyou shifted her gaze to the ceiling, even pushing the cake towards Qin Jiandan. Black smoke precisely targeted the young master's nostrils.

“The tutorial said the temperature should be set at 180 degrees. I was afraid the young master would be in a hurry, so I changed it to 200 degrees at the last minute.” She paused for a second. “As a result, the cake, which should have been golden, turned dark purple and started smoking… Since the young master has been frugal since childhood, a dark purple cake should be edible, right?”

Qin Jiandan stared at the purple mass. It wasn't the purple of food. It looked more like the purple of some kind of Yin beast's internal organs. It was the color of the core exposed when the Black Mist Armor was pierced by the Moonlight Cannon.

"I'll twist your head purple too!"

After the carefree child transferred schools, he reverted to his old, cheeky, and self-deprecating behavior.

Qin Jiandan was almost certain that Wangyou had deliberately burned the cake.

The maid stood before him, holding a smoking grill pan in both hands, her expression a mixture of anticipation and enjoyment.

The more the young master scolded her, the happier she felt.

She lowered the cake a little, her deep gray eyes peering over from the top edge of the baking pan, her eyelashes trembling slightly.

Qin Jiandan couldn't comply with her wishes. The young master of the Night Dragon Society had no right to be controlled by a mere maid.

Even if you had just given birth to me, it would be the same!
"Stand here as punishment! You've damaged precious cake ingredients, so you'll stand here as punishment! You're not allowed to leave without my order!"

Forget-Me-Not's eyelashes trembled once more.

She was punished, not in the way she wanted, but she was punished nonetheless.

She verbally protested, "Young Master is so strict," but her body had already leaned against the wall.

Her back was pressed against the cold wall, her legs together, standing straight. The large skirt of her maid outfit clung to her calves, and the metal implants reflected the faint white light from the monitor screen.

Qin Jiandan sat down in Linlin's swivel chair. He accessed the intranet backend and began reviewing the reconstruction plan sent by Kazama.

As her fingers tapped on the keycaps, the feel was both familiar and strange—the surface coating on several frequently used keys had been worn away by Linlin's fingers, and the W and D keys were almost completely smooth.

He looked at the reconstruction plan for 20 minutes, and Wangyou also stood by the wall for 20 minutes.

Her calf muscles began to tremble slightly, and the hem of her large skirt swayed gently with the trembling. Her breathing was slightly faster than usual, and fine beads of sweat appeared on her forehead.

Qin Jiandan walked past her to get water from the water dispenser. Time vision activated. The time density available for exploitation on Wangyou quietly increased by 2 points in those 20 minutes. The masochist viewed punishment as intimate contact—his efficiency was unparalleled.

After finishing her water at the water dispenser, Qin Jiandan returned to Linlin's swivel chair and continued reviewing the planning proposal.

Wangyou continued to stand, her calves trembling more and more violently, her breathing becoming increasingly clear in the quiet monitoring room.

Her lips parted slightly, as if she wanted to say something, but then she swallowed it back, and her dark gray pupils were covered with a layer of watery light that was not from grievance.

Qin Jiandan conducted quantum harvesting, increasing the time density to 15.

Very good, continue the punishment next time.

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The dragon patterns on his arms each contain the internal energy bestowed upon him by his master and senior brother. However, they require time to refine.

Time is of the essence. In just one month, the US military will cross the portal and join the battle.

The company may not wait for the US military; they could act ahead of time and launch another attack on the Night Dragon Society.

Qin Jiandan must maximize his team's combat strength within this month.

The construction of the Eco Tower and the fortified border town special zone has been handed over to Kazama, the Zhang brothers, Uncle Gear, and others.

Qin Jiandan must reach the pinnacle of personal martial arts prowess.

With that in mind, he dialed Zhu Shengzhi's number.

At this moment, Zhu Shengzhi was lying on the leather sofa in the sixth district office, in a lazy posture, with the six ring scars on his bald head faintly visible under the LED ceiling light.

With his legs crossed high, his leather shoes tapped out rhythms to the jazz music playing from the indoor stereo.

Yan Cangye stood beside the sofa armrest. His black, tight-fitting combat suit hugged his somewhat grotesque physique, and he flicked a lighter close to the cigar Zhu Shengzhi was holding.

The cigar tip flickered three times in the flame before finally exhaling its first puff of white smoke.

"Team leader, I heard that the headquarters suffered severe damage in this attack, with many people killed, and even the young master's sister's fate is unknown..."

Zhu Shengzhi took the cigar out of his mouth, and the smoke billowed out of his nostrils in two ash columns.

"Unknown fate means dead! What a pity. I was hoping that after Qin Jiandan died, Linlin would be made the interim president. Tech geeks are so easy to control. I could slowly seize power over three to five years, and the next president's seat would be mine, hehehehe—"

The phone rang suddenly, and Zhu Shengzhi jumped up from the sofa, burning his hand on the back of the cigar and screaming in pain.

Yan Cangye picked up the landline receiver and handed it to Zhu Shengzhi. Zhu Shengzhi, still shaken, pressed his ear to it.

"It's...it's Young Master! Young Master, what important matter do you have to tell me? My loyalty to the Night Dragon Society is as clear as day! This time, the headquarters was attacked, and the Life Intelligence Group couldn't provide support because it was too far away. I regret it so much that I can't eat or sleep!"

As he spoke, he stubbed out his cigar in the ashtray, his forehead glistening with oil, whether from cold sweat or the stress reaction from the burn he had just suffered.

"Yes, yes, I am dog shit, I am garbage, young master is right to criticize me..."

Yan Cangye stood beside the sofa, watching Zhu Shengzhi skillfully switch between two personas, and couldn't help but show a hint of disdain.

"Eh? Young Master thought the previous thousand-person approval event was good and hopes I can hold it a few more times, preferably with newcomers? No problem! Young Master's needs are my destiny! I'll get on it right away and make sure Young Master doesn't have to wait any longer!"

Qin Jiandan hung up the phone on the other end.

For every 100 different women harvested, the time density cap increases by 1 point.

If there are 1000 women, the maximum increase is 10 points.

Qin Jiandan must quickly restore the time density and expand its upper limit.

Even if I'm not in the mood right now, even if I was sick of watching it last time, I have to force myself to watch it!
Zhu Shengzhi told Yan Cangye to put the telephone receiver back in its place, while he grumbled on and on.

"The young master's unorthodox martial arts are unprecedented and unparalleled in their cultivation method. I wonder how that old virgin Qin Qi managed to master them..."

"Go and say hello to the Nightingale Corridor, and ask Sister Hongling to call all her girls over, especially those who didn't come last time..."

"Not just Nightingale Corridor, bring over all the nightclubs from the Dragon Palace Casino, District 5, District 6, and even the street-side hair salons! Tell them to wear their best clothes and put on their most expensive makeup to welcome the young master's blessing!"

(End of this chapter)