Rules of the Unusual: My Yandere Husband Pretends to Be Innocent Online

Xia Xiaoqin lowered her head and tightened her grip on the rooster slightly.

The rooster flapped its wings gently in her arms, its warm body heat radiating through its feathers.

—The rooster's life is closely linked to Lu Yang's; she cannot let the rooster die!

But despite these thoughts, Xia Xiaoqin simply lowered her eyelashes, her empty gaze hidden by her eyelids, making it impossible for anyone to discern her emotions.

"I'll listen to my mother-in-law."

As she spoke, the girl lowered her head, her voice gentle and humble, and offered the rooster with both hands.

"But Mother, the young master has just recovered and has been working hard all night, so he needs to nourish himself."

"Let me take this escaped rooster to the kitchen and personally use it to make chicken soup for the young master to help him recover."

At this moment, the rooster in Xia Xiaoqin's arms stared wide-eyed, its tiny eyes filled with disbelief and despair at being betrayed.

Then, a hysterical crowing of chickens erupted wildly in Xia Xiaoqin's arms.

Xia Xiaoqin clung to it tightly, her empty eyes staring blankly ahead.

But after staring at Xia Xiaoqin for a few seconds, Old Mrs. Lu's cloudy eyes darted around, and she suddenly laughed.

"In person? Do you think I'm stupid?"

The old lady leaned forward, and a foul odor, masked by the aromatherapy, hit Xia Xiaoqin's face.

"No matter how I look at it, I think you're trying to secretly switch this chicken with someone else, aren't you?"

"Let me tell you, you're not the first bride to come here hoping for good luck!"

The air around them seemed to grow cold the moment the words left their mouths.

In the darkness, Xia Xiaoqin felt several gazes fixed intently on her.

The maids had gathered around again at some point, standing silently under the eaves. Their smiles appeared strangely stiff in the sunlight, making them seem like paper figures.

Meanwhile, Old Mrs. Lu was also sizing up Xia Xiaoqin.

Once she was certain that the terrifying aura had completely disappeared from Xia Xiaoqin's body, she slowly withdrew her gaze and chuckled.

"Xiao Lü, you personally escort the eldest young mistress to the kitchen and watch her give the rooster to the chef to slaughter and eat."

"I want you to keep a close eye on the young mistress. If she makes any move to keep this chicken, have the chef kill her immediately!"

A mocking laugh came from all around, like pieces of paper fluttering in the air.

Xia Xiaoqin lowered her head and ultimately said nothing.

Rule number two: Never anger your in-laws.

"I'll listen to my mother-in-law."

The girl lowered her head and said only these five words.

In the darkness, the maid named Xiao Lü led Xia Xiaoqin along.

The Lu family mansion was very large, and the kitchen was located on the west side of the house.

Xiao Lü walks very fast, her heels seem to never touch the ground, floating around, and nothing can be seen under her skirt.

I don't know how much time passed, but we finally arrived at the kitchen.

Pushing open the kitchen door, a strong smell of blood hit me.

Xia Xiaoqin heard the large pot on the stove bubbling and bubbling, as if it was cooking something.

Amidst the billowing white mist, a burly chef turned around.

He was wearing a blood-stained apron and carrying a cleaver with bits of meat still clinging to the blade.

"Little Green Girl, what are your orders?"

"Young mistress is going to slaughter this chicken to make soup for the eldest young master to nourish his body." Xiao Lü pointed to the rooster in Xia Xiaoqin's arms, winking, "She'll slaughter it herself in front of the eldest young mistress."

The chef grinned, revealing a mouthful of yellow teeth.

Without saying a word, he snatched the rooster from Xia Xiaoqin's hand and slammed it onto the blood-soaked wooden table.

The rooster let out a short, startled crow, its beady eyes reflecting the raised blade, filled with terror.

Swish!

A shrill crowing startled the rooster so much that it couldn't help but poop.

"etc!"

But Xia Xiaoqin's voice suddenly rang out. In her panic, she pushed Xiao Lü hard, causing Xiao Lü to bump into the chef.

Immediately, two dissatisfied voices rang out.

"Young Mistress!"

"Young Madam, what are you doing?! Chef, kill her! She's trying to protect this rooster!"

The moment the maid Xiao Lü finished speaking, the chef revealed a sinister grin, and pus and blood oozed from his bald head as he grinned.

But Xia Xiaoqin suddenly raised her hand, grabbed the cutting board, and smashed it heavily into the chef's face.

For a moment, time seemed to stand still.

The chef, about to be hit by chicken droppings on the cutting board, had veins bulging on his forehead and bloodshot eyes filled with rage. His hand holding the cleaver trembled with anger, as if he couldn't believe that the girl was so arrogant.

"Young mistress, you're asking for it!"

But Xia Xiaoqin's eyes were vacant, and her expression carried a hint of anger: "How dare you! There's chicken poop on the cutting board, and you're going to use it to cook for the young master?"

"If the old lady finds out you made this soup for the young master, and something goes wrong, who will be responsible—you or Xiao Lü? Hurry up and find some other ingredients to stew with the soup, to mask the chicken poop smell!"

The harsh criticism silenced the kitchen.

But at this moment, Xia Xiaoqin was covered in cold sweat.

She could only gamble on the old lady's words, relying on her status as the young mistress of the house.

But in the end, she won.

The maid, Xiao Lü, winked at the cook, her expression full of mockery.

So the fat, burly head chef put down his knife, wiped his face with his apron, and turned to walk deeper into the kitchen.

"What the young mistress said makes sense. Chicken alone won't do. I'll go to the sheep pen and pick out some mutton to stew together. That will make the soup more flavorful."

As he spoke, the chef grinned wickedly, put the rooster into the coop, and then opened a low wooden door.

The moment the light rushed in, Xia Xiaoqin heard a sound.

It wasn't a sheep bleating.

It is a human voice.

"Please... let us out..."

"I don't want to die, I don't want to be stewed into soup..."

"Please, let me out of this ghost story world! I don't want to play this dungeon!"

Xia Xiaoqin stood frozen in place.

She couldn't see, but the sounds surged from deep within the sheepfold, one after another, like a tsunami.

The voices were both male and female, and all of them were hoarse, as if they had been begging for a very long time.

The chef stood by the door, turned to look at her, and wore an almost expectant, wicked smile.

"Young Madam, which one would you like to choose?"

Xia Xiaoqin stood frozen in place, not knowing what to do.

These are all living people! Living, breathing people just like her!

But suddenly a familiar voice rang out, surprising everyone.

"Xia...Xia Xiaoqin!? How is it you? How did you survive!?"

Inside the sheepfold, Liu Ruyan, disheveled and filthy, looked up in fear.

She then covered her mouth in fear, annoyed that she had made a sound.

But Xia Xiaoqin turned her head in response to the sound, her breath catching in her throat for a moment.

It's Liu Ruyan's voice!

Hatred welled up in the girl's heart, but then her expression became incredibly calm, and she slowly extended her hand.

"I want that sheep."

At this moment, Liu Ruyan looked at Xia Xiaoqin's hand, which was pointing at her, with a face full of fear and disbelief.