MWC – Chapter 42 Theory of Bloodline

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In the afternoon, the patent rights for the three-point seat belt were transferred to Huaxia Technology Company.

Lu Ming was in a good mood, humming a tune as he got out of the car that Wen Liangyu had arranged to take him home with Datou.

Today was Datou’s last day on duty.

Before entering the small building, Lu Ming took out a 300 yuan check and handed it to Datou, “Thank you for taking care of me these past days. If I run into trouble in the future, I will find you again.”

“Thank you, boss!” Datou accepted the check, bowing slightly. Professionally, he had nothing to fault, and in front of his defenseless employer, he concealed his wild nature even more.

…

“Uncle!” As soon as he opened the door and stepped inside, a small figure dashed towards him and clung to him—it was Bess.

The pretty uniform of her aristocratic school made her look even more like a delicate little Barbie doll with her golden hair and blue eyes. The snow-white shirt, yellow jacket, yellow plaid uniform skirt, snow-white socks, and black little leather shoes made this eight-year-old child look even more adorable and endearing.

“Slacking off from your homework to watch TV again, huh?” Lu Ming said with a smile.

“Yes…” Bess giggled, then whispered, “Watching TV is true, but I didn’t slack off; mommy is also here!”

Her little hand naturally slipped into Lu Ming’s as she clung to him and led him inside.

A fragrant aroma wafted from the kitchen. Lu Ming had called ahead to say the case was almost resolved and that he would be home for dinner.

Through the frosted glass door, he could see two graceful figures busy inside.

“Uncle…” Bess squatted down and brought a pair of slippers for Lu Ming.

Lu Ming was taken aback, “I can do it myself.”

Bending slightly, he slipped off his shoes. Bess picked them up, placed them by the shoe cabinet, went to the washroom to wet a white towel, and then handed it to Lu Ming.

Speechless, Lu Ming took it to wipe his face and hands. Bess ran back to the washroom, and he heard the sound of water as she cleaned the towel before putting it away.

“You’re turning into quite the little housekeeper,” Lu Ming said with a smile.

“Sister Bizhu taught me!” Bess giggled, climbing onto the sofa beside Lu Ming. “Uncle, Sister Bizhu was right. Kids feel quite happy when they finish their tasks!”

Bizhu?… Lu Ming was stunned.

The frosted glass door of the dining room slid open, and a beautiful figure floated out, dressed in colorful, luxurious clothes and delicate ribbons, like a fairy descending from the stage, with an exceedingly beautiful face. Her skin was like snow, and her black hair was styled in an elegant bun, giving her an unparalleled grace.

Lu Ming’s heart sank. This ostentatious presence could only be Bizhu, who was even more beautiful and gentle.

“Where is she?” Lu Ming stood up and asked worriedly.

Wasn’t this Bizhu’s persona only supposed to appear in particularly dangerous situations?

“You still remember her!” Bizhu’s lips curved into a slightly displeased smile. “You’ve been away for more than ten days, and she’s sick!”

“Ah? What should I do?” Lu Ming asked anxiously. Using medication might not be effective in this case, right?

“Don’t worry; she should be fine.” Bizhu glanced at Lu Ming, slightly frowning, “Why? You don’t want me to appear?”

“It’s not… it’s not that…” Lu Ming stammered. This person could use the deadly Nine Yin White Bone Claw. Although she still called him master, she wasn’t easy to control. If she got upset and hurt him, he wouldn’t have anywhere to complain.

“Hmph…” Bizhu pouted playfully and went back into the kitchen.

“Uncle, I don’t understand who you and Sister Bizhu were talking about,” Bess’s little face was full of curiosity.

Lu Ming tapped her nose with his finger, “Mind your own business, little girl!”

“Okay…” Bess rubbed her delicate, high nose, her big eyes filled with innocence, almost tearing up.

Lu Ming laughed heartily, pinched her little face, “Alright, alright, I won’t say anything more!”

…

At the dining table, Lu Ming looked at Bizhu and Pamela sitting opposite each other and felt a bit helpless.

Bizhu had an extraordinary aura that made people instinctively feel fear, like a top martial artist in a wuxia movie.

On the other side, Pamela seemed to be doing well financially, wearing increasingly luxurious clothes. Her white lace western aristocratic dress, tightly cinched at the waist, made her look fragile as if she might break at any moment. Her ample bosom seemed ready to burst out of her low-cut dress.

Her golden hair was also styled in a sleek bun with a sparkling gemstone hairpin. Unlike Bizhu’s classic elegant bun, her hairstyle accentuated her western beauty’s sexy allure.

Little Bess, who originally wanted to sit next to Lu Ming, seemed a bit afraid of Bizhu. After a glance from Bizhu, she obediently sat next to her mother.

“Master, you may start eating,” Bizhu placed a meticulously prepared bowl of ginseng soup in front of Lu Ming.

Lu Ming coughed lightly, “You don’t have to wait for me. Let’s eat!”

“Master, you are mistaken. There must be rules at the dining table. A meal is the root of one’s life, the basis of establishing rules.”

Lu Ming was momentarily speechless and didn’t dare to argue with her, “Alright, let’s eat!”

To be honest, dining with these beautiful women was quite a pleasant experience, no doubt about it.

Bizhu’s fragrance and Pamela’s perfume, one emanating from her body and the other from her scent, were both delightful.

“Though sister comes from a prestigious western family, to truly integrate and stay by our master’s side, you need to learn the proper etiquette of Central China,” Bizhu said, slightly frowning as she watched Pamela clumsily using chopsticks. “Earlier, you were quite awkward in the kitchen…”

Lu Ming was speechless and focused on eating, pretending not to hear.

It was clear that Bizhu had dragged Pamela into the kitchen. How could Pamela know how to cook?

Indeed, Pamela snorted coldly, “I used to think you were a gentle person and liked you very much. I didn’t expect you to be so harsh.”

The atmosphere at the dining table instantly became tense.

“Yes, I eat his food, wear his clothes, and he has helped me a lot. But the way you nagged at me in the kitchen, one would think he’s a crown prince! No matter how good his family was, wasn’t he fleeing to Donghai?”

“Besides, I never intended to move in, so you don’t need to worry. You treat him like a treasure, but to me, he’s just so-so. I will repay his kindness, but I am not one of your Central Chinese women who have no value except by giving themselves to a man! I have no interest in several women marrying one man! You don’t have to worry about these things…”

“Um…” Lu Ming raised his head, sensing the cold aura from Bizhu on his left. This was not a joke.

“Sister Bizhu…” Bess’s small face showed she was about to cry.

Immediately, the cold aura from Bizhu dissipated.

A piece of white lotus root was placed in Bess’s bowl by Bizhu, who held black ivory chopsticks in her snow-white hand.

“Little one, eat this. It’s good for you and can open up your nine orifices. You are one of the rare insightful ones among the westerners; you have potential!”

Lu Ming was speechless. In this day and age, was there any scientific basis for that? Eating lotus root to open up nine orifices? What even are nine orifices?

“Thank you, sister…” Bess said timidly but seemed a bit happy.

Lu Ming was even more speechless, looking at Bess’s secretly happy face after being praised as a good westerner. He suddenly found it very amusing.

Hmm? An idea struck Lu Ming, “Bizhu, can you make any elixirs for strengthening the body?”

Bizhu looked at him with her beautiful eyes and shook her head slightly, “The notion of elixirs cleansing the body is rather elusive. Does master believe in such things?”

Lu Ming coughed lightly, “It’s not about believing or not.” After drinking traditional medicine for nearly a month without feeling much better, his body was still very easily fatigued and weak.

Bizhu pointed to the ginseng soup in front of Lu Ming with her delicate finger, “This soup will help regulate your body, master. Moreover, with your bloodline, why worry about physical frailties? Doing good deeds will naturally bring about a complete circle of merit, unless you are not the chosen one!”

Upon hearing that the ginseng soup was beneficial, Lu Ming quickly drank it, paying little attention to the rest of her words. Most of what Bizhu said was so mystical that listening too much could make one as mentally unstable as she was.

Seeing Lu Ming’s hasty behavior, Bizhu was momentarily taken aback, her beautiful eyes showing a bit of disappointment. This guy really didn’t seem like the chosen one.

But seeing his clueless demeanor, Bizhu couldn’t help but smile a little.

On the other side, Pamela was slowly savoring the dishes. Despite her calm expression, she was internally marveling at how delicious the food was. Simple ingredients were transformed into unimaginable flavors, it was amazing.

Immersed in guessing the secrets behind the deliciousness, the conversation about bloodlines and other mystical topics became less irritating.

She had heard that centuries ago, Central Chinese people were very proud of their bloodlines and looked down on westerners, but she never expected to encounter such people today. However, she decided to let it go; there was no need to engage with these “crazies.”

Moreover, Pamela glanced at Lu Ming. No matter what he did, she shouldn’t and didn’t have the right to get angry at him, right?

“Pamela, the day after tomorrow, there’s an important event. I’m meeting with people from Lingwei Motors and will need your cooperation. I’ll explain the details later,” Lu Ming said to Pamela.

“Alright!” Pamela perked up, now more focused on her career than anything else.

And the man in front of her, besides providing her with food and drink, had given her a stage to showcase her talents, which she was deeply grateful for.