I Find Her Disgusting Chapter 123

Yan Huirou pressed against Jiang Xidai and, with some difficulty, took ten steps. Her frail muscles made every step an exertion.
So tired. She had a feeling that her legs would be sore when she woke up tomorrow.
The hands supporting her would sometimes tighten, sometimes loosen, as if adjusting to find the right amount of force to hold her.
Yan Huirou sometimes felt her steps were erratic and detached, as if she were flying gracefully.
She looked down.
Oh, her feet really were off the ground.
Jiang Xidai held her waist tight and weighed her a few times. “Are you even ninety jin? Probably not.”
“Yan Huirou, how did you live on your own before?”
“You’re so weak, and so light…” Jiang Xidai was very worried to see her like this. It was the same then as it was now.
Her overly gentle strength made her unable to intimidate others, and with such a light weight, it was difficult to defend herself. Besides, Yan Yan had a face that looked easy to bully.
Yan Huirou tried to salvage her pride. “It’s because I’m sick. I was over a hundred before.”
“That’s not much of a difference,” Jiang Xidai’s pity deepened at her words. “So you… how did you live your days in peace?”
“This is a civilized society. Harming others is judged by the law.”
Yan Huirou comforted her, “How is it like the Shasheng Sect, where you see a group of cultivators fighting and killing all day? Don’t worry, I’m very safe.”
“What’s that, relying on rules on paper?” Jiang Xidai sneered lightly. “If the malice of the human heart could be constrained by a few words, where would the villains in the world be?”
“Mmm, it’s true, it’s not a hundred percent,” Yan Huirou said. “There’s nothing to be done. So don’t go to dangerous places, lest you be robbed or killed.”
She noticed that Jiang Xidai’s gaze on her had an added layer of worry—perhaps she was wondering why the mother who had created her had given birth to such a frail child.
After all, when Jiang Xidai was a child, no matter the circumstances, she was always a powerhouse who had fought her way out of a bloody path. She had questioned many things, but never her own ability.
Of course, she instinctively believed that her source was even more powerful.
Yan Huirou’s back was held by a hand, which patted it gently. “Don’t be afraid, I’m here.”
“Are you going to protect me?” Yan Huirou’s eyes curved. Indeed, with Jiang Xidai around, she would sleep much more peacefully.
“No, I will train you,” Jiang Xidai frowned. “Starting from the day you can walk.”
Yan Huirou was slightly stunned. The two forces supporting her suddenly disappeared, and she fell forward, crashing hard into the woman’s chest.
Jiang Xidai, however, was unmoved. She was no longer as gentle as before. She held Yan Huirou up with one hand. “Walk properly.”
A familiar feeling washed over her, and Yan Huirou was touched as she thought of many years ago—Jiang Xidai had complained that she was weak and had made her drag two bags of rice up a rugged and extremely friction-filled mountain path. She had been so tired she was almost convulsing, and for the first time, she had used her hands and feet to climb to the top of the mountain in a very pathetic state.
And that woman, with a relaxed and comfortable expression, had admired the scenery at the top of the mountain and had also sneered at her from the side.
There were also the equally tragic experiences of dodging darts, holding stances, and all sorts of training.
When she said training, she was never easy on herself—although Jiang Xidai didn’t think those things were very excessive.
Just like today, Yan Huirou had just gotten out of bed, her stamina so low that even ten steps were difficult, and she had been forced to walk ten laps by Jiang Xidai.
She was exhausted and lay on the sofa, drenched in sweat.
The clothes on her back were lifted, and Jiang Xidai sat beside her, touching her. “…You’re walking so slowly, yet you’re sweating so much. Yan Yan, your body is really in a bad state.”
Yan Huirou was buried in the cushion. She was too lazy to even wash, she just wanted to sleep.
The back of her collar was lifted.
“Go bathe.”
Yan Huirou didn’t want to move. She wanted to be fragile for a moment, so she closed her eyes and pretended to be dead.
She felt herself being turned over, and an orange light flashed past her eyes.
A hand touched her neck and fumbled down to the buttons of her pajamas. At first, Yan Huirou only felt some slight movements, until her chest was suddenly cold, and there was a tearing sound…
Yan Huirou opened her eyes in surprise.
What are you doing?
The woman kneeling on her tilted her head, holding a row of torn buttons, and said innocently, “Yan Yan, how did it break?”
Jiang Xidai saw that her pajamas were broken, so she lifted her up, took her in her arms, and removed the rest of the garment. Yan Huirou was very embarrassed and clutched her tightly, pressing her chest against Jiang Xidai’s. “Is the camera in the living room off?”
Fortunately, only Chen Cha’an was in charge of continuing the observation. Having been the “System” for so many years, she was very professional and would turn it off in time when she encountered restricted content.
But when Yan Huirou turned her head to look, she found that on the camera that should have been flashing a red dot—there was a small red flower sticker.
?
“After the blood draw that day, the little girl in the white coat was very happy. She offered me some things, saying it was to celebrate my new life. They looked very uninteresting, but at least they had some use.”
“I know that thing can see people, like an eye.”
It was a board of small red flower stickers, lying quietly in a corner of the sofa. Yan Huirou picked it up and found that a few petals were missing, probably all used by Jiang Xidai to stick on the camera.
“…”
Her Jiao Jiao never disappointed—especially when it came to rebellion.
Since Chen Cha’an hadn’t mentioned it when she came, Yan Huirou could deduce that she had probably been slacking off again and hadn’t looked at the surveillance for a few days, right…
Jiang Xidai explained simply, so she very confidently peeled off the nightgown and removed the last layer of covering on her body.
Yan Huirou was held horizontally and stuffed into the bathtub.
In the past, when she came here, it was all done by a caregiver-type AI, which was quite convenient. But at this moment, the machine that had been wandering around seemed to be in a daze. After all, Jiang Xidai had stolen its job.
The first time taking care of someone. A little novel.
Jiang Xidai poked around with great interest. “What does red mean?”
“Hot,” Yan Huirou was uncomfortable in the waterless bathtub, and she was very embarrassed. She pleaded, “Hurry up and turn on the water.”
Jiang Xidai turned it to the red side. Before Yan Huirou could react, a very strong jet of water shot out from the showerhead, spraying both of them in the face.
Jiang Xidai’s reaction was faster. She turned her head and dodged it, but Yan Huirou was not so lucky and was drenched with a ton of hot water.
“Cough, cough… no, it’s so hot…”
Her doting daughter seemed to have realized something was wrong. She quickly turned it to the blue side, and the red turned to blue. The temperature also came to a screeching halt. And so, a deluge of cold water was poured on Yan Huirou, who had not yet recovered.
“…Ugh… you’d better turn it back… a little…”
Jiang Xidai finally adjusted the heat. She said with satisfaction, “I’ve never seen such a complicated mechanism, I’m a little unfamiliar. But fortunately, it’s not very difficult—Yan Yan?”
Yan Huirou was wet-haired, dripping with water, hugging her knees in the shallow water in the bathtub, looking very pathetic.
She was a little withdrawn.
The woman leaned over, her voice soft and melodious, very gentle. “Is it still hot now?”
Yan Huirou had to immediately get over her anger. She said, “To fill the bathtub with water, you have to switch it, not use the showerhead.”
Another round of exploration. Jiang Xidai was unfamiliar with the controls, and with her exploratory spirit, she even twisted it an extra round, triggering the overhead shower and getting herself wet.
By the time Yan Huirou finally got a tub of hot water at a suitable temperature, Jiang Xidai was leaning against her bathtub. She also seemed to be half-wet, her dark, long hair coiled seductively on her body in strands.
Yan Huirou asked, “So these past few days, you… how did you take a bath…” She had switched back to a respectful address.
She thought this person already knew how.
Jiang Xidai propped her chin on her hand, her cheeks still sliding with water droplets. The dark water stains ran all the way down to her chest, making her exposed skin look even whiter. Because they were in the bathroom, her brows and eyes were also misty. “Hmm?”
“When you were asleep, every time that group of people came over… they would ask me to soak in a glass pod of water. I don’t know what kind of water it was. After being blow-dried, my whole person would be refreshed, and it was quite comfortable.”
“It’s just that this Seat has long been interested in your bathing.”
Yan Huirou understood. It was probably before taking her to the lab, they had given her a sterile treatment as was customary.
This meant that the noble Sect Master, even after coming to the modern era, could still command a group of maids to burn incense for her bath, without having to consider anything else.
Quite nice.
Jiang Xidai picked up the shower gel and shampoo and looked at them. Yan Huirou said it was for rubbing on the body, and it immediately became uninteresting.
At this moment, she was exploring this bathroom. Finally, she took out a few bath bombs, of various colors and scents. She said with great interest, “What are these? Like balls.”
Yan Huirou: “You can put them in the water.”
“It’s flower-scented,” Jiang Xidai understood. “It’s the same as scattering petals in the water, right? What does Yan Yan like?”
Yan Huirou could see that she really wanted to try it, so she casually chose one. “That blue one is nice, mmm.”
Jiang Xidai threw the thing in and watched it roll in the water. It slowly bloomed from Yan Huirou’s palm, and the entire pool of water turned into a dreamy blue.
So interesting.
Yan Huirou reached out and squeezed out a little shower gel, rubbed it on her shoulder, and continued to soak in the water.
Thank goodness, the pool of water had become less transparent because of the bath bomb. She was no longer so openly exposed to Jiang Xidai’s sight.
“Can I add another one?”
Perhaps she found the blue color not good-looking. Jiang Xidai threw in a small red ball with a rose scent. The small ball rolled open, and a red cloud of smoke filled the pool.
She was very quiet, gently scooping up the water in front of Yan Huirou’s chest, making some faint stirring sounds.
She was already very tired just now. After being quiet for a while, Yan Huirou’s sleepiness came on suddenly. She couldn’t help but doze off in the middle of her bath. The sound of trickling water by her ear was always very reassuring.
By the time she woke up again—
She had been woken up by Jiang Xidai’s poke.
Yan Huirou found that a pool of clear water had turned into a dark brown soup. She was lying in a sticky soup.
?
“…So adding all the colors together doesn’t look like a rainbow, it’s so ugly,” Jiang Xidai said thoughtfully.