Chapter 157
Chapter 157: Being both an Empress and a Maid (Part Three)
Chewing the fruit, Wen Yu watched as Fu Chengque stood up and took several steps back, her face flushing, chest heaving, feeling somewhat amused.
Fu Chengque was even more interesting than he had imagined… Despite her competitiveness, even when teased like this, she could still endure and continue.
She was so shy that her legs were trembling, and at this moment, she didn’t say a word, just looked at him, panting.
He didn’t even deliberately lick her fingers or anything…
He was already quite restrained!
The living room was quiet, and the girl gradually calmed down.
After a while, Wen Yu shouted, “I still want to eat!”
Fu Chengque pursed her lips, approached, peeled another grape, and handed it to him.
This time, she was bolder than before, lacking the initial shyness and hesitation.
She regained some of her usual demeanor, saying as she fed him, “Eat up, Your Majesty, in life, eating is regular, skipping one meal makes one lose a meal!”
Wen Yu laughed, “Eating like this every meal, I’m also willing.”
“Come on! Take another bite, and then one less bite!”
“Ah~~~ Mm!” Wen Yu took it in his mouth, looking extremely satisfied.
The girl was speechless. “Don’t you think about your country and your people?”
“I’m a tyrant! Who are you insulting?”
Fu Chengque squatted beside him, gave him a disdainful look, and said, “Alright, alright, Your Majesty the Tyrant, do you want to eat bananas? These are tribute bananas from Jiaozhi, a rare delicacy!”
“Tribute? Hahaha, bring it here!”
Xiao Qingmei, the maid, peeled a banana and fed it to Wen Yu in pieces.
He ate it, looking content.
Banben appeared from somewhere, strolling slowly. It glanced at the two in the living room, not interested in humans or food, then turned to the balcony, jumped up to a high place, and closed its eyes to rest.
There was a breeze outside, the spring breeze was strong, blowing the evergreen leaves of winter.
In comparison, the living room seemed too quiet.
Fu Chengque thought for a moment and said, “Your Majesty, it’s a bit lonely without any sound. Shall I turn on the TV for you?”
“Hmm? Alright, that’s thoughtful!”
The girl smirked mischievously, turned on the TV, but added her own little trick while playing the program—she directly played a video from her phone, which was none other than the “Indulgence of the Tyrant.MP4” video she had previously found.
Inside, there was a segment of a historical drama clip, featuring scenes of the tyrant emperor drinking and reveling, embracing dancing girls…
Hehe.
Even she felt excited watching it!
How could Wen Yu resist watching now?
Then she would just let it go and let him hold her horizontally once!
Wen Yu wasn’t particularly interested in watching TV; he just wanted to hear some sound.
He adjusted his posture, reclining on the sofa, enjoying this peculiar moment.
Fu Chengque was very well-behaved, not making any noise, just standing by the side. She would obey Wen Yu’s commands, feeding him whatever he wanted to eat and immediately fetching warm water when he wanted to drink. If his mouth felt spicy, she would promptly bring out some snacks from her stash, serving him thoughtfully! Never again would anyone dare to say that our Empress doesn’t keep her promises, as this Empress values her reputation the most—
All the wise and talented historians of the world, remember this: Even if Empress is insulted by a thief, she will keep her promise!
Oh, how miserable!
After idling away some leisurely time, Wen Yu started making demands again. He pointed to his legs, “It’s cold, my legs… are cold.”
Fu Chengque rolled her eyes. “Where’s the blanket?”
“My parents’ bedroom has one. Go get it.”
Carrying the blanket out, Fu Chengque grumbled as she wrapped it around Wen Yu’s legs. He remained motionless like a true tyrant.
The little maid was exhausted!
Finally wrapping him up, she was about to take a break when she heard Wen Yu call out, “Give me a massage.”
Fu Chengque widened her eyes. “A massage?”
“You don’t know how to massage legs?”
Then he sat up and pointed to the side of the sofa. “Sit here.”
Fu Chengque sat down as instructed, confused.
Wen Yu placed his lower leg on Fu Chengque’s thigh. During the entire time the girl was in a daze, he covered himself with the blanket and muttered, “Start massaging.”
Massage?
Me?
Wait a minute.
This… this!
What is this!
He, he, he, how did he put his leg on me!
This is too close and too intimate!
Fu Chengque’s face showed no change in expression, or rather, she didn’t have time to react. But her mind was like a thunderclap, with waves of thoughts hitting her continuously, followed by uncontrollable shyness, making her almost want to crawl away in embarrassment. But Wen Yu’s legs, like heavy stones weighing a ton, firmly pressed her down. She dared not move at all.
How could this be happening!
This can’t be, right?!
This absolutely can’t be, right!?
Is this leg rubbing!? This is asking for her life!
Wen Yu, seeing Fu Chengque’s lack of response for a while, looked up and saw the complexity in the girl’s expression, understanding: the little girl was shy!
He immediately burst into laughter, provoking her, “Qiao’er, is this not okay? We agreed to serve all day, this is just the first. There’s still massaging and dancing to come…”
The girl shivered.
But she fell for it!
Fu Chengque looked over, a bit fierce in her eyes, “Who said I can’t do it! It’s just leg rubbing! I’ll do it for you!”
With that, she clenched her teeth and swung her fist towards Wen Yu’s calf.
One strike after another.
Thud, thud, thud.
She was quite strong, and now she was using even more force.
While rubbing, she asked coyly, “Your Majesty, is it comfortable?”
Wen Yu gritted his teeth, “Very comfortable, my legs are feeling numb and tingly! You’re quite the maid!”
“I’m not a maid!”
“Qiao’er, if you break my legs, you’ll have to take care of me for the rest of your life.”
“Dream on, I won’t let you have your way!”
Fu Chengque shook her head, her expression unabashed, but her strength had diminished slightly, becoming gentler.
With her face reddening, she continued to rub and pondered how to bear the humiliation and complete her little scheme.
The TV program progressed to the banquet scene, where a young emperor in dragon robes was laughing and joking, jumping from the dragon throne to the dance floor, embracing the faces of the dancing girls, and touching their sashes, thoroughly enjoying himself.
Wen Yu watched for a while, his eyes full of envy. His gaze shifted to Fu Chengque several times, and he sighed, “Ah, it’s a pity there’s no maid outfit, otherwise, you could put on a maid’s dress and dance for me – that would be a much more exciting show!” Without a maid outfit, it would be nice to watch Qingmei dance a bit.
With that, he licked his lips.
Fu Chengque’s hand trembled.
But then a light flashed in her mind: under the singing and dancing, would Wen Yu hug her?
He probably would!
He was already completely immersed!
He wanted to be like those useless emperors in movies and TV shows, indulging in debauchery…
Ugh, the big tyrant obsessed with beauty!
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