A pampered young lady from a wealthy family is reborn, choosing a rich wife over a rich man.

Skinning a rabbit with a dagger takes a lot of time, but Xie Lingfeng is clearly an expert in all sorts of things, his movements are fluid and graceful, showing that he has a wealth of wilderness survival skills.

But "even a clever cook can't cook without rice," let's see what he does next.

Zhou Yu sneered.

The instant noodles were ready. He deftly scooped them into a folding bowl and placed them neatly on the small table in front of Meng Zhixue, along with the chopsticks.

Then he picked up a skewer of freshly grilled chicken wings from the oven, took the skewer, and placed it in front of Meng Zhixue on a disposable plate.

The roasted chicken wings were brushed with honey and cooked to perfection, with a golden-brown, shiny skin that exuded a sweet, oily aroma. Just looking at them made them look and smell delicious.

Meng Zhixue closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and praised without reservation: "Wow, it smells so good!"

Zhou Yu glanced at her with a smile, and his enthusiasm grew even stronger.

He then pulled a thermos from his backpack: "This contains chicken soup. You can eat this first, and I'll heat it up for you."

Meng Zhixue ate the grilled chicken wings in small bites, saying without any hesitation, "Okay."

She even instructed, "I want it piping hot, and you'll have to sip it slowly later."

"Okay." Zhou Yu's peach blossom eyes were full of smiles.

While heating the chicken soup, he took out a plain-colored cashmere shawl from his backpack, unfolded it, and wrapped it tightly around Meng Zhixue's shoulders.

Xie Lingfeng found a sturdy, fresh long wooden stick, threaded the whole rabbit onto it, placed it over the fire, and suddenly let out a heavy groan.

Zhou Yu ignored him.

Holding the steaming hot chicken soup, Meng Zhixue looked at the small table full of food in front of her, then at Xie Lingfeng who looked like a wild man, and decided to remain silent.

When it comes to wilderness survival, Xie Lingfeng is quite skilled. But when it comes to being meticulous, considerate, and caring, Zhou Yu is the better choice.

but……

Meng Zhixue was really craving roasted rabbit meat and kindly reminded Xie Lingfeng, "Aren't you going to roast it like this? Don't you want to brush some oil on it or sprinkle some seasoning on it?"

Wild rabbits don't have much fat, so roasting them directly will only make the meat tough and dark, which is not tasty and a waste of the ingredients.

"...?" Xie Lingfeng was strong in combat, but his cooking skills were so-so that he could only say he wouldn't kill anyone. He finally remembered that he didn't even have any salt, so he raised his long leg and kicked his good brother. "Hey, let me use the seasoning."

Zhou Yu slowly tore open a pack of wet wipes to wipe his hands, replying without looking up, "Call me 'Big Brother' and I'll give it to you."

Xie Lingfeng sneered, "You told me to call you 'Big Brother,' but why don't you call me 'Dad'?"

Zhou Yu raised an eyebrow: "If it weren't for the baby wanting to eat, calling me grandpa wouldn't have made a difference. I gave you a chance, but since you don't want it, then forget it."

"Baby? Mr. Zhou, you need to get rid of that grease. Stop wearing perfume, dish soap is more suitable for you!" Xie Lingfeng retorted sarcastically, then looked at Meng Zhixue, hoping she would say something fair, "What do you think?"

Meng Zhixue gave a dry laugh, buried her head in her soup, and didn't even lift her eyelids. Her whole being exuded indifference, like a peace-loving salted fish.

She couldn't be bothered to correct Zhou Yu's form of address.

He also did not respond to Xie Lingfeng's insults and complaints.

Just kidding, please don't drag her into their mess.

After a long silence, Xie Lingfeng gritted his teeth and squeezed out two words: "Big Brother!"

The shout was strained yet powerful, as if it could drag the "elder brother" to the execution ground at any moment, revealing the deep bond between the brothers.

Zhou Yu felt relieved and casually tossed the spice box over.

Xie Lingfeng took the box and quickly brushed a layer of oil onto the surface of the rabbit, then rubbed salt inside and out on the rabbit meat.

Having dealt with it, he glanced around, picked up a dry stick from the ground, and pretended to hit Zhou Yu on the shoulder: "Trying to take advantage of me, huh? Get up and let's have a go! Let's see who's the boss!"

Zhou Yu scoffed, picked up a stick of roughly the same length, and strode to the other side of the campfire: "Let's practice then, are you afraid of me?"

Meng Zhixue: "..."

So she sat on a small stool and watched as two men worth hundreds of millions, who usually commanded respect in office buildings, started playing table tennis around the campfire like two elementary school students.

Xie Lingfeng's movements were wild and aggressive, his stick swinging with tremendous force. Zhou Yu defended steadily, holding his own, and even managed a few sarcastic remarks between parries.

The firelight reflected on their faces, making the scene rather pleasing to the eye.

After finishing the last sip of chicken soup, Meng Zhixue took a bite of the honey chicken wing, and a strange thought suddenly popped into her mind:

The way she looks now, she seems like a "scumbag" sitting in the backyard watching a show.

Zhou Yu and Xie Lingfeng are exactly like those two "sisters" who fight tooth and nail for the emperor's favor.

She was so shocked by her own thoughts that she shuddered and quickly lowered her head to continue eating her meat.

The night was quiet.

A gentle evening breeze blows, and the moon and stars are few and far between.

It was 10 p.m. when Meng Zhixue stretched and felt sleepy.

"I'm going to sleep now, you guys continue."

After saying that, she ignored the two men who were still arguing about "who hit her more despicably," and went into the tent and crawled into her sleeping bag.

The nights in the mountains are very quiet. Apart from the occasional voices outside, there is only the sound of the wind and the occasional bird call.

Hiking in the afternoon was very tiring, and she quickly fell asleep.

Outside the tent.

Two top tycoons from Beijing's elite circles stared at each other in the desolate mountains of late autumn, falling into a deathly silence.

After staring at each other coldly for a long time, Zhou Yu and Xie Lingfeng, relying on their years of brotherhood, reached a tacit agreement: to decide life or death by playing rock-paper-scissors!

After all, it's in the wild, and it's safer to have someone keep watch at night.

The winner stays up for the first half of the night, the loser stays up for the second half.

Otherwise, if there's only one sleeping bag and they don't take turns sleeping in it, are two grown men really going to sleep together?

impossible!

Absolutely impossible!

Meng Zhixue, who was asleep, was completely unaware of the two grown men's childish behavior.

in the tent.

A lamp hung from the ceiling, and an electric heater emitted a gentle warmth. She was sleeping soundly, clutching a hand warmer.

As she drifted off to sleep, she vaguely felt herself fall into a large heater, her whole body burning hot.

With great effort, I opened my eyes and was met with an enlarged face with a roguish smile.

It is Xie Lingfeng.

"Shh, don't make a sound." Xie Lingfeng smiled wickedly, lowered his head and kissed her lips, then said in a low voice, "Zhou Yu is on night watch outside, he'll be coming in to rest soon. I'll be sleeping with you for the first half of the night, I need to get something in return."

Meng Zhixue: "...???"

She's a grown woman, does she need someone to accompany her?

Before she could speak, Xie Lingfeng stretched out his long arm and pulled her, sleeping bag and all, into his arms, pressing down with a kiss that carried a hint of coldness.

First her forehead, then the tip of her nose, and finally he fiercely kissed her lips.

Like a hungry wolf that has finally caught its prey and can't wait to enjoy it.

"Ugh... Xie Lingfeng, let go." Meng Zhixue struggled in a low voice, but she was completely bound in the sleeping bag and could not move at all.

Xie Lingfeng withdrew an inch, and his eyes shone with an astonishing light in the darkness.

But he didn't let go; instead, he buried his face in the crook of her neck and kissed her tenderly.

He kissed her while chuckling softly.

"Xie Lingfeng! You, Zhou Yu is right outside..." Meng Zhixue said anxiously, lowering her voice to warn him, trying to make him stop.

"So what if we're outside? I'm not afraid of coming in!" Xie Lingfeng chuckled mischievously, his warm breath tickling her neck, making her shrink back.

"I'm kissing your neck, not your mouth." His voice was hoarse, with a lazy, wicked air. "If you want to call for help, just yell for him to come in. Let him see what I'm doing in the tent to his beloved 'baby' while he's on watch."