Chapter 347: The Poor Loan Repayer
Although Xu Yourong’s request was quite humble.
In the end, Tang Yubbing still appointed him as the head of the Heavenly Punishment Department of the lord’s company, overseeing all Heavenly Punishment affairs. The salary reached two hundred thousand a month.
When Xu Yourong finally received the position, he couldn’t stop smiling as he walked out the door, even muttering to himself, “Two hundred thousand a month, pay off the principal in forty years… plus interest… if I work for just two hundred years I can pay it all off, hehe, what a good deal. There are still good people in the world.”
Tang Yubbing and Yan Rouwan looked at this Major Realm fellow, seemingly brainwashed by Young Master Sang, not quite sure what to say.
Yan Rouwan asked, “What exactly did Young Master Sang do to him to turn a perfectly fine Major Realm cultivator into this mentally unstable state?”
Tang Yubbing replied, “…I don’t know. Let’s ask when we get back.”
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Meanwhile, in Sang’s residence.
In a steaming hot bathroom, the air was heavy with steam.
Young Master Sang floated face-up in the tub like a dead body, completely still.
His head rested against a soft, snowy peak.
“…So what happened next?” In front of him, a pair of delicate hands gently cupped his face, pulling him into a warm embrace while softly asking.
“That General Xu still lost to my husband?”
“It sounds so casual, but it wasn’t that easy.” Young Master Sang replied with his eyes closed, thoroughly enjoying the pampering. He mumbled, “That guy’s stubborn; it took three days and three nights to beat him into submission.”
“However, his horse-cutting sword just can’t compare to the Dream Jun Sword. In the end, it couldn’t withstand the full power of two Major Realms and broke.”
And that was precisely what he wanted to see.
Because he had the Earth Store Immortal Iron, fixing his weapon was not difficult.
As long as he grasped this point, it was like grasping his lifeline.
Zhang Xiaoying gently wiped Young Master Sang’s shoulder, saying softly, “So, my husband brought him in by using a loan to fix his weapon?”
“Of course.” Young Master Sang declared, “How do you make a worker willingly become a company dog, enduring oppression and exploitation without daring to fight back?”
The answer: Load them with debt.
This debt could be a mortgage, a car loan.
Or it could be a weapon loan.
“With this debt, he has no choice but to obediently work for the Demon Cult. Of course, I’m not a devil; I’ve set the interest rate reasonably.”
Xiaoying smiled, “My husband is rarely this generous.”
“Yeah, only a one-percent annual interest. I feel like a living bodhisattva.” Young Master Sang sighed.
Zhang Xiaoying: “?”
Well, it seemed my husband planned to have that guy work in the Demon Cult for a lifetime.
“There’s nothing to feel sorry about; we in the Demon Cult don’t support idlers.” Young Master Sang stretched lazily. “Look at me. I’m also a Major Realm and a high-ranking member of the Demon Cult, yet I run around for the company every day, working like a dog, and my salary hasn’t increased much either.”
“Especially after this trip to the Holy Kingdom… sigh.”
As soon as Young Master Sang mentioned this, he couldn’t help but turn his head and bury it in Xiaoying’s embrace.
Xiaoying’s fair face flushed a little in surprise, but she quickly tenderly cradled his head and began to stroke his hair.
The steam lingered, and the only thing that could be heard was Young Master Sang’s steady breathing.
“Tired, huh?”
“…Mm.”
“How about taking a paid vacation for a while? The company is stable now, and we can take the family along, and call Sister Yu over; let’s go on a trip to relax.”
“That sounds nice.”
“Doesn’t my husband want to go?”
“Want to, but I’m so tired I can’t move at all.”
“Then resting at home for a few days is also good.” Zhang Xiaoying blinked her beautiful eyes, her finger gliding over Young Master Sang’s face. “Just right, I’ve researched several new dishes with Aunt Yu, so you can enjoy a few days of eating and sleeping.”
Young Master Sang slowly lifted his head from Xiaoying’s embrace, his eyes sparkling.
“True. You know me so well, my dear wife.”
“I just like living this kind of lazy life.”
Zhang Xiaoying chuckled and couldn’t help but tease, “My husband always says that. But after a few days, he can never sit still and starts running around for the company again.”
“Sometimes when I see you pushing yourself so hard, although I feel sorry… I just don’t know how to help you, my husband.”
Young Master Sang gently pulled her into his embrace and whispered in her ear, “You being here is the greatest help to me.”
Xiaoying shivered slightly at the unexpected whisper, her cheeks reddening.
“…I haven’t seen my husband be this sweet in a long time.”
Young Master Sang shook his head: “I’m serious.”
“Although this trip to the Holy Kingdom was really tiring, and there may be even more exhausting tasks soon.”
“But just the thought that you are waiting for me at home fills me with peace and anticipation. It’s more potent than any elixir.”
“…Thank you.” He suddenly kissed her earlobe seriously.
Thank you for always understanding me. Always supporting me from behind.
Always waiting to embrace me when I’m weary.
Zhang Xiaoying blushed, quietly saying, “I just… did what a wife is supposed to do.”
“Right.”
Young Master Sang’s eyes drooped slightly: “But it means a lot to me.”
In another world, living a monotonous routine, Young Master Sang had never had any expectations about going home.
After all, when I got back, it was just an empty, dark house waiting for me.
But this place was different.
No matter how long he was away on business or how busy he was, every time Young Master Sang thought of coming home, Xiaoying and Aunt Yu would have a meal ready, and the whole family would be waiting happily for him to come and eat.
That indescribable sense of happiness and fulfillment would make Young Master Sang’s eyes brim with tears.
“I really like this life.”
“And I really like both of you.” Saying this, he kissed Xiaoying’s forehead again.
Zhang Xiaoying suddenly felt her heart brimming with warmth. She hugged Young Master Sang back, murmuring, “So do I.”
“Meeting you, my husband, is the happiest and luckiest thing in my life.”
After a heartfelt gaze, their necks intertwined naturally, and their lips mingled.
Xiaoying’s skin seemed even more radiant than before. Smooth and soft, like creamy jade, a hint of pink. The steam settled on her collarbone, resembling fragrant honey that made one want to sip.
Especially when she appeared shy at this moment, her long eyelashes fluttering gently, looking at him with both expectation and modesty.
“Let’s sneak a little cooking while the Sect Leader isn’t watching.” Young Master Sang suddenly said.
“Stop it… What if the Sect Leader gets anxious waiting?”
“Let her enjoy the manga a bit longer.”
Xiaoying didn’t continue to argue.
Her lips had already been sealed.
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