Chapter 13: Don’t Want Daddy’s Reward?
“Soup’s coming!” Wang Yan emerged from the kitchen, carrying a heavy clay pot.
The rich, savory aroma immediately filled the living room.
The golden broth glimmered under the light, dotted with floating oil droplets. Red dates, goji berries, and a host of unfamiliar medicinal herbs bobbed in the liquid.
This was no ordinary soup—it was a supplement Wang Yan had exchanged a massive amount of emotion points for. He had even redeemed a recipe said to tonify qi and blood, and strengthen yin.
After researching online, he knew that symptoms like sleeping poorly despite not staying up late—almost as if the bed had sealed one in—were classic signs of yin deficiency.
Carefully placing the clay pot on the trivet, Wang Yan earnestly ladled a large bowl of the steaming soup for Tong Xingyao. The bowl contained a generous chunk of chicken, and a few thin ginseng roots floated on the surface.
He worried about Xingyao’s health. Those with weak constitutions often could only endure a short while before it severely affected their mental resilience—a blow capable of shattering the confidence of a vibrant young woman. Wang Yan didn’t want that to happen to her.
“Quick, Xingyao, drink it while it’s hot!”
He pushed the bowl toward her, his eyes shining with warmth and anticipation. “Daddy made this for you! Very nourishing! Not a drop should be wasted!”
Tong Xingyao glanced at the rich, almost domineering aroma rising from the bowl, then at Wang Yan’s eager expression. With a resigned sigh, she pressed her lips together, unwilling to ruin his enthusiasm.
She lifted the spoon, scooped a large portion, blew on it, and brought it to her lips.
System-grade products are always top-tier—and this medicinally potent tonic was no exception.
As the hot broth touched her throat, it felt like a fire igniting from within. Despite having cooled it, a scorching warmth surged through her body, her abdomen especially sensitive to the intense heat.
Her pupils dilated. One sip filled her with a sensation akin to having a small sun in her belly. Her blood boiled, her body began to sweat, and the burning sensation in her lower abdomen made her frown.
“This… this soup,” Tong Xingyao tried to keep her voice steady.
Wang Yan observed her reaction, satisfied that the effect was immediate. Just one spoonful and her energy and vitality were visibly improving.
Xingyao’s hand trembled as she gripped the spoon. Her pale cheeks flushed noticeably, her ears pink. Even her lower abdomen seemed to protest against the fiery medicine coursing through her. Beads of sweat dotted her face.
How could the soup be so potent? What had he put in it?
Instinctively, her eyes rolled upward, her mind alert. No! I won’t allow this!
She forced herself to relax, drawing on her countless prior experiences. If she could just endure it, it would pass. She tried to divert her attention to her studies and the scenery outside.
“Is everything alright? The soup’s getting cold,” Wang Yan said, scooping another spoonful and blowing on it.
“Is it… too hot?” he asked, tasting a spoon himself—he found it mild.
“I… I don’t—” Xingyao stammered, trying to refuse.
“I’ll feed you. Don’t waste it. Daddy will reward you if you finish it.”
Tong Xingyao’s eyes narrowed, a frustrated glare forming:
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She couldn’t believe he’d tempt her like this. But deep down, despite the fiery soup and her instincts to resist, a part of her couldn’t help but feel the warmth of his care—and the subtle promise of a reward.