Chapter Four Hundred Fifty-One, A Family Shouldn’t Talk Like Strangers
Idol. Fandom.
Great.
Bai Ming successfully combined two terms he hated the most into one sentence.
“How about we change it?” Young Master Sang shook his head. “I definitely don’t have the talent to be an idol.”
“You’re dumb! Being an idol doesn’t mean you have to be some Kun, Bo, or Zhan type who sings and dances.”
Bai Ming patiently explained, “Even if we take a step back, don’t those kinds of idols make money fast? Once their popularity rises, they can often support an entire company by themselves.”
“And you don’t have to worry! I believe with your rusty voice and tin can waist, nobody would watch you dance and sing anyway.”
Ignoring Young Master Sang’s darkening expression, Bai Ming continued, “An idol’s main job is still to have something admirable about them.”
“As long as you have a particularly strong talent, fans will naturally be drawn to you.”
Talent? Young Master Sang puzzled, “But what talent do I have?”
Bai Ming said seriously, “You have a lot of women!”
Young Master Sang: “?”
“Your charm with the opposite sex counts as a talent! It’s just like those pretty boys who rely on good looks; if you can showcase your unparalleled male charm, naturally, people will start paying attention to you.”
“Men will be curious about the techniques you used to gather so many stunning beauties in your harem; women will wonder what kind of magical and unique man is adored by so many extraordinary beauties.”
“One thing leads to another, and boom, you’re an idol!”
For some reason, when these words came out of Bai Ming’s mouth, Young Master Sang felt an inexplicable unease.
This author with their head full of yellow junk never played by the rules.
Could he really trust her on this one?
“But how do I showcase this to others?”
“Simple.” Bai Ming patted his chest confidently, “Creating stars is our specialty at the Floating Splendor Commerce.”
“All you need to do is hire a professional team to package and promote you. With our Floating Splendor Commerce channels advertising for you, I guarantee that within a week, you’ll become a nationwide idol!”
“Let’s see… how about we call you the Celestial Jade Prince!”
What a ridiculous title!
How utterly shameless!
You can kill me, but I won’t use such an embarrassing name!
“Eh, anyway, just leave this to me.”
“You just wait to sit at home and collect countless fans!”
Pushed out of the office by Bai Ming, Young Master Sang still felt a bit uneasy in his heart.
It seemed like he had accidentally boarded a pirate ship.
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When he got back home, Long Huan was learning to wash vegetables with Zhang Xiaoying, preparing to make dinner.
Upon seeing Young Master Sang return, Zhang Xiaoying skillfully went over to take off his outer clothes, and Long Huan gently sweet-talked, “Husband, welcome home.”
“Uh, Little Princess, we don’t do that stiff stuff in our house, no need to force it.”
“How could I not?” Long Huan propped her chin on her hand and softly replied, “As a good wife, welcoming my husband home is only natural.”
“I’ve learned so many things from Sister Xiaoying today. It won’t be long now before I can help share some of the household pressures with her.”
Young Master Sang wanted to say something else, but seeing Long Huan looking so happy, he decided to let it be.
“What do you want to eat tonight?” Zhang Xiaoying gently asked.
“I haven’t had fish in a while; let’s steam a couple of fish.”
“Okay.”
The tacit understanding between the old married couple was so strong that even without saying anything, Zhang Xiaoying knew he wanted steamed bass, and she went to start the fire.
Long Huan curiously followed and quietly asked, “Sister Xiaoying, how did you know Husband wanted steamed bass?”
“Husband loves this dish; we’ve made it many times before.”
“Oh~ Let me write that down.” Saying that, she seriously noted it in a small notebook she pulled out from who knows where.
Young Master Sang couldn’t help but chuckle, just then a teasing voice rang out:
“I feel like the Little Princess has completely changed from when I saw her in the Demon Clan.”
Turning around, Shi Qingyan’s figure appeared silently like a ghost, the hint of redness in her eyes gradually fading.
“Who knows? Maybe getting married has really changed her a lot.”
Young Master Sang smiled wryly and asked, “Did Senior Sister Shi just go out?”
“Got a bit greedy and went to buy some duck blood.”
Shi Qingyan quietly complained, “Ever since turning into a blood demon, I’ve grown to love blood products more and more. I haven’t had the chance to find you to suck your blood lately; I can only rely on this to satisfy my cravings.”
Hearing about bloodsucking again, Young Master Sang pitifully covered his neck.
“Hehe. Why are you so scared?”
Shi Qingyan laughed unearthly and licked her lips, whispering in his ear, “It’s not like sucking only your blood can satisfy my cravings.”
“Sucking something else from you… is also possible, you know.”
Young Master Sang sighed. He could already foresee the tragic scene of being divided up for dinner tonight.
Just then, Yu Xia passed by, and Young Master Sang handed over the bag of duck blood: “Aunt Yu, take this to the kitchen for Sister Xiaoying. Let’s add another dish tonight.”
“Yes, Master.”
After receiving the bag, Yu Xia didn’t leave immediately; instead, she looked at Young Master Sang with a mix of hesitation and urgency.
“What’s wrong?”
“Ah… no, it’s nothing.” Aunt Yu lowered her head a bit flustered. “Master, please focus on your important matters; my things can wait until you are free.”
Young Master Sang blinked in confusion.
After a long while, he suddenly remembered.
Ah.
Speaking of which.
He had promised to help Yu Xia enter the Great Ascension stage once they got the Ten Thousand Year Blood Demon Dan from the Demon Clan.
He almost forgot about this.
“Just right, I have some free time these days.”
Young Master Sang smiled and said, “Let’s find a time; I’ll guard you, Aunt Yu, and you can try to break through to the Great Ascension stage.”
A glimmer of joy flashed in Yu Xia’s eyes, and she quickly bowed her head, “Thank you, Master.”
“Why be so polite? We’re all family now.”
“I dare not, I’m just a servant…” Yu Xia said, slightly nervous as she bowed.
“Seriously, Aunt Yu, you’ve got to stop with this habit. We’re so familiar with each other; why act like a stranger?” Young Master Sang chuckled and shook his head. “Ah, I’m a bit thirsty; Aunt Yu, please brew a pot of tea for me.”
“Yes, Master.”
After turning around, Yu Xia skillfully began to brew tea.
Though she had started off being rather clumsy at these tasks when she first became a servant in the Sang household, now she could easily brew rich, fragrant top-notch tea.
However, while brewing tea, Yu Xia’s thoughts would involuntarily drift.
A family…?
Could I really be considered family with Master?
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