Live-in Son-in-law-Chapter 1115: I’ll Knock Out All Your Dog Teeth

Yun Baixuan's face turned dark. What did he mean by how to satisfy this pervert? It sounded like he was in a relationship with Lin Shuping.

"Qin Yi, actually Lin Shuping's orientation is quite normal."

Yun Baixuan felt he had to explain, otherwise Qin Yi would definitely think he had something to do with Yun Baixuan.

"Really?" Qin Yi looked skeptical. 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝚠𝚎𝚋𝗻𝗼𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝚘𝐦

Yun Baixuan: "..."

Qin Yi looked at the others.

Everyone wore an awkward smile, nodding to confirm Lin Shuping's orientation was indeed normal.

They originally didn't want to deal with Qin Yi, but the strong are respected, and this master just sent a Unification Middle Stage expert flying with a slap. The person hasn't returned yet, who knows how they are now?

Qin Yi let out a heavy sigh of relief, "That's good." He then shouted, "Sorry for ruining everyone's fun, let the music play and the dance continue."

After saying this, Qin Yi was taken aback as if he had been brainwashed by that phrase.

Yun Baixuan beckoned to a dancer.

The dancer gracefully approached.

"Pour wine for Mr. Qin, and make sure to take good care of him."

These dancers were specially trained, not only were they beautiful and graceful, but most importantly, they were all virgins, skilled in pleasing men.

The dancer, with flirtatious eyes, felt delighted. After all, Qin Yi was charmingly handsome, far better than serving those old geezers a thousand times.

The dancer swayed like a willow in the breeze, gracefully arriving beside Qin Yi and pouring wine for him, "Mr. Qin, please."

Qin Yi, the lecher, immediately grabbed the dancer's soft, boneless hand and said, "Come, sit down, let me read your palm."

Everyone looked contemptuous, taking advantage is taking advantage, why make it sound so good?

"Mr. Qin, how does this slave girl's palm look?" The dancer said with a teasing smile.

"Tender, delicate, soft as if boneless... Ahem... Your palm line, ah, looks great, destined for wealth and nobility..." Qin Yi rambled nonsensically.

The dancer giggled; anyone could see the truth was in the first part, and the rest were just tall tales.

"What's your name?"

"This slave girl is called Xiaohuan."

"How old are you?" Qin Yi asked with a cheeky grin.

"Sixteen."

Oh damn, Yun Baixuan, this beast, she's still a child.

Sixteen years old; if on Earth, she should be carefree and studying.

But this world is different; at sixteen, one might already be married with children.

"Can you drink?"

"This slave girl can't handle alcohol well, don't bully me, sir."

Qin Yi gave a lustful grin, "Come, have some good wine."

With that, Qin Yi waved over the table, a flash of light, and a jar of wine appeared.

Everyone's eyes contracted, staring intently at the ring on Qin Yi's hand; he actually had a Storage Ring.

In the Primordial world, Storage Rings were exceedingly rare, typically only owned by leaders of major powers. First, materials to make Storage Rings are incredibly hard to find. Second, the knowledge of forging them is as rare as phoenix feathers.

Even the Second Prince Yun Baixuan didn't have a Storage Ring.

Qin Yi ignored everyone, focused solely on Xiaohuan, smilingly saying, "This wine is brewed from Spirit Grass and Spiritual Flowers, a gift from the Second Prince. Ordinary people drinking it strengthens the body, beautifies, and prolongs life. For Qi Refiners, it enhances cultivation. You're lucky today."

Yun Baixuan's face turned even darker; he himself didn't have much of this wine, and it was hard even for his close aides to taste. Yet Qin Yi was using it to please a dancer, utterly wasteful.

Those surrounding cursed Qin Yi's wastefulness; such good stuff being used on these lowly slaves. The Spirit Grass and Spiritual Flowers used for brewing were five hundred years old.

Upon hearing this wine was a gift from the Second Prince, Xiaohuan's face turned pale. A gift from the Second Prince, how could someone like her be fit to drink it?

"Mr. Qin, since it's from the Second Prince, you should treasure it. This slave girl is just a servant; such precious stuff is wasted on me." Xiaohuan hurried to say, making it clear that she didn't deserve something so good, and drinking it might cost her life by tomorrow.

Qin Yi, however, didn't care a bit, "So the Second Prince gifted it to me, so what? It's just a jar of wine. Since it's mine now, drink if I say drink. I never drink alone, it's too boring."

Xiaohuan looked troubled and glanced at Yun Baixuan.

Yun Baixuan felt that a lowly maid like Xiaohuan didn't deserve such good wine. But since Qin Yi had asked, he had to oblige, smiling, "Since Mr. Qin invites you to drink, then have some."

"Yes." Xiaohuan quickly replied.

Qin Yi looked displeased and said to Yun Baixuan, "I said, can't you drop your Second Prince's pretense, you're scaring this little beauty. Be gentle with women, cherish them."

Yun Baixuan was about to reply when Youming coldly said, "Qin Yi, the Second Prince treats you with respect, doesn't mean you can act recklessly in front of him. Mind your manners."

Qin Yi raised an eyebrow, looking at Youming, "Mind your grandpa! The Second Prince hasn't said anything, when's it your turn to bark, you old dog? Want to suck up, find another opportunity, don't drag me into it.

This time, for the Second Prince's sake, I won't stoop to your level. But if you bark again, I'll knock out all your teeth, believe it or not?"

Youming was furious, stepping forward wanting to bark more.

Yun Baixuan timely stepped forward, blocking him. Youming's cultivation level was similar to Chen Shuping, who was sent flying by Qin Yi's slap. Earlier, someone checked and found half of Chen Shuping's jawbone was shattered; Youming is definitely not Qin Yi's match.

"Youming, Qin Yi is frank by nature, genuine at heart, so he tends to be blunt, but this prince likes that. He's new here, everyone isn't familiar, so let's be more tolerant, calm down for the prince's sake."

"Yes." Youming bowed and cupped his hands.

Qin Yi snorted lightly, looking scornful.

Youming's expression turned ghastly, but he couldn't act out, frustrated due to Yun Baixuan's presence.

"Xiaohuan, look at that old man's face, so long, doesn't it look like a horse's face?"

Xiaohuan instinctively glanced and quickly turned back, Youming's face was terrifying, she wanted to laugh but dared not. They were just lowly dancers; how could they dare laugh at these big shots? If she dared to smile now, she wouldn't see the sunrise tomorrow.

"Qin Yi, you should say less. Come, the prince will drink with you." Yun Baixuan said, handing his empty cup over.

Xiaohuan hurried to pour wine for Yun Baixuan.

But Qin Yi held Xiaohuan's hand, looking at Yun Baixuan with a smile, "This is my wine, drink your own."

Yun Baixuan: "..."

He gave a helpless bitter smile, but as someone vying for the throne, he had to remain humble, couldn't blame Qin Yi over such a trivial matter. Though inwardly uncomfortable, firstly the wine was his gift. Secondly, he was a prince, never before had anyone dared refuse him. Thirdly, if a dancer could drink it, why couldn't he, a prince? Could it be he was lower than a dancer?

However, he could see that Qin Yi was indeed a lecher who might truly hold a dancer in higher esteem than a prince.