Interstellar Beast World: The Ferocious Beast Husband Has a Wild Mind

Chapter 213 No way
"I was wrong, I couldn't help myself."

Shi Ying obediently lowered her head to admit her mistake, then carried Sang Qing to wash up again, and gently massaged Sang Qing's waist.

Sang Qing squinted and lay on the soft quilt, enjoying Shi Ying's service with a clear conscience.

He was pondering his own little scheme.

Actually, she wasn't uncomfortable at all; on the contrary, Shi Ying was very considerate of her feelings.

The first or second time might not be so comfortable, but Shi Ying seemed to have noticed, and would always whisper an apology when she inadvertently frowned.

Later, without realizing it, things got better and better.

The massage techniques were also good.

"By the way, it's so late, aren't you at work?" Sang Qing suddenly remembered.

"It's Saturday today, I'm off." The voice was cool, yet carried a gentle tone.

"Oh."

She had forgotten that Shi Ying usually had two days off a week when she wasn't on missions.

She clocks in and out to work every day like a beast of burden.

Just kidding, actually it's not true.

She can also choose not to go to work and take leave at any time.

With General Curry in charge, he's mostly relaxed except for occasional busy periods, and he can be late or leave early as he pleases.

That's why she doesn't see going to work as a chore and goes to work voluntarily every day.

Seeing those heartwarming orcs at the shelter every day makes me very happy.

Moreover, she now has a share in the shelter, and it has already begun to turn a profit.

On a leisurely day, Sang Qing called Nain and asked Shi Ying to instruct her in martial arts, flower arranging, and sunbathing.

The memory faded a little in the afternoon, and I was about to go to the supermarket with Shiying when we bumped into someone who came to visit.

The middle-aged man was well-dressed and accompanied by a group of servants and guards, clearly indicating that he came from an extraordinary family.

The middle-aged man was followed by a young man with delicate features, who appeared to be around twenty years old.

When the young man saw Sang Qing, a look of amazement flashed in his eyes, and his impatience from waiting for so long immediately turned into a shy smile.

Upon seeing this, Shi Ying's expression immediately turned cold.

However, everyone's attention was focused on Sang Qing.

The middle-aged man pulled the young man forward to greet him, smiling kindly, "Hello, Lord Sang Qing."

"This is my son. He came to see you before, but was stopped by your concubine..."

“Master.” Sang Qing interrupted him, correcting him.

"Huh?" The middle-aged man was stunned and didn't react for a moment.

“Shi Ying is my master’s husband,” Sang Qing repeated.

His voice was cold and indifferent, as if it were the most normal explanation imaginable.

Shi Ying's brow relaxed instantly at those words, and her previously cold gaze softened as she looked at Sang Qing.

No matter how many times, I am always moved by the little bodhisattva's unintentional actions.

"Oh, oh!" The middle-aged man finally realized what was happening and glanced at Shi Ying awkwardly.

The young man then took a good look at the man beside the female and was slightly surprised.

Remembering his previous rude remarks to the therapist, the middle-aged man felt it was inappropriate to bring up the idea of ​​marriage again. Instead, he asked Sang Qing to treat his eldest son, who was absent.

Sang Qing barely heard a word of the long self-introduction, only coldly refusing, "No."

"Why?" the middle-aged female asked, puzzled. "You've already treated the orcs in the shelter. We're willing to pay more than the orcs in the shelter. How about 20 to reduce the riot value by 10?"

Her seemingly polite words were laced with moral blackmail, implying that since she was willing to treat the degenerated beastmen in the shelter, she would naturally not refuse their requests.

Sang Qing has been encountering this situation frequently these past few days.

Some people even tried to manipulate her, saying that she had a beastly husband and a fiefdom, yet she still had to go to work, which must be very hard for her.

She should find more beastmen to serve her and avoid contact with those lowly and dangerous degenerated beastmen. "Does Your Excellency Sang Qing have any concerns?" the woman pressed.

Sang Qing shook her head, "No, no means no."

The word "no" is a complete sentence in itself, and you don't need to add any reasons afterward, which can save you 80% of the trouble.

She might have needed to think of reasons to refuse before, but she doesn't need to now.

Sang Qing pulled Shi Ying away, and no one dared to ask any more questions.

Sitting in the passenger seat of Sang Qing's hovercar, Shi Ying looked at Sang Qing, her eyes sparkling with subtle light.

"Is Awan finally willing to give me a proper status?"

Sang Qing rolled her eyes at him, "When did I ever not give you a title?"

Shi Ying was slightly taken aback, then smiled.

Yes, the little bodhisattva has always done impeccably.

Even if he didn't treat her like a beast before, he would openly acknowledge himself in front of outsiders, defend himself, and give him the respect he deserved.

Shi Ying touched her heart, and the frequency of its beating was clearly visible.

His Ah Wan is so good.

How can I control my heart?

Sang Qing drove his new car out for a thorough spin.

Although her car is flashy and girly, quite the opposite is true here; no stupid driver dares to stage an accident to extort money from her.

very nice.

Within two days, the news that Shi Ying was actually Sang Qingzhengfu spread.

The crowd, who had initially thought that Shi Ying had simply snagged a concubine position, were shocked and shared the same doubts as Renoya had back then.

Was she the original wife or the wife who was promoted later?
After all, Shi Ying was just a semi-retired major with no family background and was a degenerated beastman. He wasn't even qualified to be a servant.

However, no one answered their questions.

Upon seeing the message, Joey let out a rare sneer.

Turning to Yan Ci beside him, he asked, "Have you received a response to what I asked you to say to the Duke of Milan?"

Yan Ci was staring intently at the content on Qiao Luoyi's screen when Qiao Luoyi suddenly asked a question. He immediately composed himself and replied, "Not yet."

Joey frowned in displeasure. "Did you accept the gift?"

“The Duke of Milan is not here. The gift was given to the butler. It has the mark of the Marquis of Ryan’s mansion on it and should be handed over to the Duke of Milan later,” Yan Ci replied with his eyes lowered.

"Alright, then let me know in a few more days. Let me know as soon as you have any news." Qiao Luoyi picked up the cup and put it down again, looking somewhat impatient.

In order to salvage her image and to get a share of the profits in the future, she still went to great lengths to get Nanxin out of trouble.

However, due to the previous events, the Marquis's few properties have been greatly affected, and Mother has already reduced expenses, so she urgently needs funds to keep the business running.

The thought of Sang Qing's fiefdom made Qiao Luoyi grit his teeth in hatred.

Fortunately, she saw someone that day and came up with a solution that would kill two birds with one stone.

Qiao Luoyi touched a piece of bright white gem-like crystal in the brocade pouch, a smug smile spreading across his lips.

It's all thanks to Sang Qing's ignorance of quality.

……

The next day, Sang Qing returned the jade hairpin to Jun Chenli intact.

After Shi Ying's subtle reminder, she also realized that something was wrong.

Jun Chenli received treatment once or twice a week, but he came to the shelter almost every day. He didn't do anything, just talked to her, and occasionally brought some food or exquisite items from the palace.

She simply took it as a token of gratitude, since the treatment for Jun Chenli was free and there was no way to record it in the system files.

However, the discount coupon that Jun Xinyue gave him before was supposedly under Jun Chenli's father's name, and it was enough to cover many of his treatments.

(End of this chapter)