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Chapter 715: The Wife Should Do Housework
Chen YingRan thought that Dr. Yu, who proposed to her right after meeting her, was mentally abnormal, but Dr. Yu thought he was quite normal.
“Making offspring is a biological instinct. Although modified humans is an inevitable direction of evolution in the future, having a s.e.xy wife be my experimental a.s.sistant will definitely improve my efficiency by a lot.”
Dr. Yu stared at Chen YingRan as if staring at a work of art that already belonged to him, and said:
“But I don’t plan to have children, human babies are really too fragile. Also, it would be a pity if a smoking hot body like yours was destroyed due to having children.”
“If you feel lonely after the wedding, I’ll make you a t.i.tanium alloy robot that calls you mother.”
“I hope you actually learned something in medical school and it would be best if you can a.s.sist me with my surgeries. There are some remodeling procedures that really can’t be done openly in a large hospital and currently I lack a trustworthy a.s.sistant.”
“If you wear the white coat just for the students, and you don’t have any medical literacy, that doesn’t matter either.”
“You just need to make me a cup of coffee and ma.s.sage my shoulders when I stay up late doing research, that would be considered as doing your duty as a wife.”
“Only when you do the above, it’s best to do it nude…”
Dr. Yu, you’re deranged. How can you say so nasty words seriously like you were telling us your schedule for the day.
“Hear that?” Winnie said to Xiao Qin, “I said men are insatiable, right?”
“Ye Lin cla.s.smate isn’t like this.” Xiao Qin retorted in a quiet voice, “Ye Lin cla.s.smate has never asked me to do housework naked…”
Although Xiao Qin’s voice was quiet, it was still overheard by Dr. Yu, who pushed his gla.s.ses up:
“I basically live in the lab all year round and rarely go home, but I hope that occasionally when I do go home, I can see you doing housework in the nude…”
How deep of an obsession do you have with “wife doing housework naked”? So not only do you want your wife to be naked while mopping the floor or washing the dishes, but even when she’s a lab a.s.sistant, does she also have to be naked when adjusting the microscope or handing over doc.u.ments?
What a perverted desire and it’s very controlling. I don’t think you want a wife, but a robot girlfriend that’s centered around you.
If you had enough technical skill, you definitely would have built one yourself, rather than proposing to Chen YingRan, right?
“I’ve done housework naked before.” Chen YingRan’s shameless wasn’t any better than Dr. Yu’s, “But I won’t do it for you, so give it up.”
“Hey, there’s a research breakthrough.” Dr. Yu took a phone call with his Google gla.s.s as if no one was around, but later probably felt that he shouldn’t talk about the toxicity of the blue b.u.t.terfly in front of everyone, so he opened the door and prepared to leave, but then he said a temporary goodbye to Chen YingRan:
“Sweetheart, wait for me at home, I’ll go to your house to propose if I have time during the weekend…”
Chen YingRan felt that Dr. Yu was unreasonable and coldly did not converse with him most of the time.
After Dr. Yu left, Chen YingRan crossed her arms in front of her body and made her bosom even more exaggerated, then she spoke to Winnie like she had a score to settle:
“Xiong YaoYue you have a lot of nerve, how dare you spill all my information to this pervert. Do you have a boyfriend?”
Are you asking if she has a boyfriend because you intend to NTR Winnie as revenge?
“No.” Winnie answered without hesitation, and said with a bitter face, “Dr. Chen, don’t call me by my full name, call me Winnie, that’s what everyone calls me now.”
Chen YingRan pondered for a bit, “I can call you that as long as you call me ‘Sister Ying Ran’ like Xiao Qin.”
“That’s easy.” Winnie grinned, “Sister Ying Ran, forget the fact I told Dr. Yu your information, he’s very stubborn anyway, so he can get the information from someone else. I heard that although Dr. Yu looks like a loser, he’s actually very rich, the money he spends on weird experiments every month is astronomical.”
“Besides, he’s not that bad looking, he looks pretty good when he shaves.” Winnie said while also seeking my opinion, “Right Ye Lin?”
Winnie are you trying to be a matchmaker? You think Dr. Yu is a rich person with good conditions, so you think it’s a good choice for Chen YingRan to marry him?
How is Dr. Yu rich? It’s true he has a a lot of research funding, but other than Ai ShuQiao’s funding, the rest is all borrowed. Dr. Yu spent all his money in his research, so he might not even have any personal savings and also owe a lot of debt.
Also, more importantly… why are you asking me if Dr. Yu looks good with a clean shave? I’m not gay, so go ask Peng TouSi if Dr. Yu is a good man or not.
Because of Dr. Yu’s interruption, I didn’t need to get a checkup from Chen YingRan.
If you think about it, I don’t think Chen YingRan came specifically to give me a checkup, but wanted to take advantage of Winnie’s invitation to enter Qing Zi Academy, which is usually not easy to enter, to examine the quality of students.
The main thing is the quality of the 12 and 13 year olds.
The security guards mistook her for the girlfriend of the chairman’s son and treated her very politely, and did not stop her every time she led someone in.
This is how Chen YingRan, the demoness who hunts down shota, got thought the gate of Qing Zi Academy.
Unfortunately, it’s summer vacation now, and although Qing Zi Academy is a residential school and there are still people staying on campus, but there were very few so it didn’t satisfy Chen YingRan.
After being idle and not planning to physically examine me again, Chen YingRan was slightly interested after she heard Winnie say that Dr. Yu was rich.
“It’s normal for a surgeon of his caliber to be rich, although older men are not within my strike zone…” Chen YingRan pondered it while holding her delicate chin, “Maybe I should drain him of all his money and toss him away like a used rag.”
“Yeah, it’s not like dating him a bit will hurt you.” Winnie added, she was probably thinking about how Dr. Yu will help her upgrade her phone, so she was speaking for him.
As if that wasn’t enough, my dad also came to visit the VIP building.
Dr. Yu was too busy working after waking up in the morning and didn’t eat breakfast yet. Seeing so many people arrive, he asked the French chef to make a sumptuous breakfast for everyone, probably to please Chen YingRan as well.
We sat behind the rectangular table and ate a breakfast that was closer to lunch in terms of time, while each of us were lost in our own thoughts.
My dad sat on my left, Xiao Qin sat on my right, and Dr. Yu, Chen Yingran, and Winnie sat across from us.
“Xiao Lin, are you feeling better?” Dad was still concerned about my “impotence” and bought me ten boxes of Di Huang pills, which were confiscated by Dr. Yu on the grounds that they were not compatible with my medicine.
“You can’t take Di Huang pills if you have heart problems?” I asked Dr. Yu casually afterwards.
Dr. Yu rolled his eyes at me, “Di Huang pills are for your kidney, you might die if you jerk off right now, so why would you need it? Instead, this might come in handy for me…”
Dad also did not show any dissatisfaction when the pills were confiscated by Dr. Yu, but also enthusiastically gave Dr. Yu a plastic bag full of sour and small green oranges.
“I heard Xiao Lin say you like this, I visited a lot of places in order to buy it.”
Dr. Yu looked at the oranges that were so sour that he could lose his teeth just by looking at them, then frowned straight at me, so I had to smile awkwardly.
Dad, you have a great memory. I only said it as a joke and you took it seriously, I don’t even think Obama would eat these sour oranges.
“Dad, aren’t you taking care of Auntie Ren, how come you have time to come over here?”
I guess Xiao Qin also wanted to ask the same question, but she thought my dad was only taking care of her mom out of “neighborly concern”, so she couldn’t ask.
“Ugh.” My dad sighed, Auntie Ren thinks she has almost completely recovered, so she wants to be discharged tomorrow in order to make up for her missed work. Xiao Qin’s uncle, and grandfather went to the hospital to persuade her to stay for two more days, but she thought I was in the way and kicked me out…”
Dad said this with lonely eyes and looked out the window at the flowing clouds.
I originally wanted to talk to my dad about how Uncle Fireball wanted to take a stake in the adult goods store, but I don’t think I should talk about these topics in front of Xiao Qin.
When the French chef cheerfully served the first appetizer personally, my dad followed everyone and tasted it, and was immediately surprised: “It’s much better than the restaurant downstairs.”
Chen YingRan immediately showed contempt, probably because she thought my dad hadn’t seen the world.
“It would be too rude to the chef to compare his food to a small restaurant in a residential area.” Chen YingRan did not wolf down the food like Winnie, but held the fork elegantly and appreciated the food in terms of color, aroma, and taste.
Dr. Yu did not eat breakfast, so he was hungry. The way he eats as a scientific researcher squeezing out some time to replenish his energy, if I did not know beforehand, I would have believed it if someone told me he was Winnie’s father.
“This French chef’s level of cooking shows he has at least fifteen years of experience…” Chen YingRan asked Dr. Yu, who was sitting to her right, rather curiously, “Is he your chef.”
“Pretty much.” Dr. Yu loudly admitted, “You can eat this every day if you marry me.”
“Hmph, lies…” Chen YingRan disdainfully twisted her face to the side, “It’s obviously that little singer, Ai Mi’s chef, you’re just Ai Mi’s personal doctor. Also, compared to good food, I would prefer to eat delicious shota every day…”