The King and Queen were held back by their subordinates, still reluctantly gazing at Liang Anya’s back, whimpering a few times.

Vivi’s mouth almost twisted with anger; although the King and Queen were not usually that close to her, they weren’t disobedient either!

Yet today, in front of this Asian woman, they made her lose face completely!

If these two wolfdogs weren’t Si Yuheng’s beloved pets, she’d have the mind to strangle them.

...

On the way upstairs, Beth was curious: "Miss Liang, how did you make the King and Queen listen to you so well? That’s amazing; they don’t even listen to Miss Vivi."

"Hehe, it’s a secret." Liang Anya stuck out her tongue.

That secret was a bit embarrassing, so she decided not to reveal it!

*

Maybe it was because she’d spent some time downstairs, but when Liang Anya returned to the room, she felt refreshed all afternoon.

Shortly after nightfall, the door slammed, and someone came in.

Liang Anya had just finished bathing Xiaoxiao, and was holding her in the crib, preparing to dress Little Meatball, thinking it was Beth coming in: "Beth, give me Xiaoxiao’s clothes—"

She reached out, took the small clothes handed over by the person, and her fingertips also touched the hand holding the clothes.

The touch was warm, clearly not Beth!

She stood up abruptly, turned around, and saw Si Yuheng standing right in front of her.

"You, why are you here?" She hurriedly dressed Xiaoxiao and stood up.

Si Yuheng’s sharp gaze lingered on her with meaning, and a hint of teasing: "I heard you made Vivi lose face this afternoon."

Her expression changed slightly: "Oh, so you came to hold me accountable for Miss Vivi, did you? If that’s the case, I’m sorry." Saying this, she tried to bypass him to keep her distance.

He had just asked one question, so why was this woman reacting as if she’d exploded? Si Yuheng raised an eyebrow, stretched his arm out to block her.

"Move." She frowned.

"First tell me how you made the King and Queen listen to you like that?" He was intrigued.

"What’s it to you?" She turned her head away.

He fiercely pulled her waist, wrapping her in his arms, his sharply sculpted chin pressed tightly against her forehead: "Hmm? Repeat again how it’s none of my business?"

She took a deep breath and pushed him lightly: "...I’ve met the King and Queen before. You kept the King with me in the basement for several days. Of course, they listen to me."

"I said I hate lying women." He lifted her chin, too skeptical to believe it was that simple.

She hesitated, still refusing to speak.

His fingers tightened continuously on her waist, which had recovered to softness after childbirth, indicating his growing impatience.

Under the calculated threat of his large hand, she started to feel all hot.

If she didn’t confess sincerely, this man would surely take advantage of the situation.

She could only bite her lip, her face flushing like an egg: "If I tell you, you’re not allowed to make fun of me."

Make fun of her? This was getting more interesting; what method did this woman use to tame the King and Queen?

Si Yuheng looked at her with fresh curiosity: "Hmm."

"Swear it!" She still had some doubts, feeling more embarrassed.

"I swear." He raised two fingers.

She finally spoke: "I... I applied Xiaoxiao’s formula to my palm to lure the King and Queen... That’s why they wouldn’t follow Vivi."

Currently, she’s in her breastfeeding period, and she’s often engorged, with her bras constantly wet with milk.

To ensure the King and Queen wouldn’t listen to Vivi, she secretly put her hand inside her bra and wiped some milk on her palm.

Domestic dogs, much like little children, love dairy products, so naturally, they clung to her once they smelled the milk on her hand.

Si Yuheng suddenly realized, but his eyes inadvertently deepened as he looked downward to her slender white neck.

"I want some too." His voice was proud and faintly dissatisfied.

She was stunned: "You... want what?"

He looked evilly at her fullness: "Save some for me every day."

Why is it that even his beloved pets get to drink, and he doesn’t get any?

"Si Yuheng, how old are you!"

"Xiaoxiao can’t finish it all, and wasting it is also a waste." He was quite overbearing, bothered by the fact that there was something tried by others on her that he hadn’t experienced—such absurdity!

She feared that if she didn’t agree, the man before her might just snatch Xiaoxiao’s "meal" right there, so she relented grudgingly.

...

She thought Si Yuheng was merely speaking offhandedly, but from that day forward, he really had Beth bring a breast pump and small glass bottles every day.

And when she grumpily expressed milk into the glass bottles, Beth would deliver them to him.

The thought that he was even competing with her daughter for food left her feeling exasperated.

...

It was around noon the next day, as usual, Xiaoxiao finished her feeding and was sweetly asleep.

Liang Anya glanced at the glass bottle Beth handed her, and her teeth itched with irritation.

After feeding the little one, she still had to feed the big one!

She had completely earned her cow label!

After using the breast pump, she handed the bottle to Beth and prepared to go downstairs to play with the King and Queen.

Previously, she feared big dogs the most, but now she not only wasn’t afraid but actually liked them.

Each day, as she had so much free time after tending to the little ancestor and nothing else to do, she occupied her time by hanging out with the two wolfdogs.

Fortunately, Si Yuheng didn’t restrict her in this area, unofficially assigning the dog-walking duty to her, saving her from going mad being cooped up in the room every day.

Beth, however, said: "Miss Liang, wait... The Hall Master wants you to deliver this personally today."

"Ah?"

"Hmm."

Liang Anya gritted her teeth—being made to act as a cow wasn’t enough, now she was being treated as a maid; this man was becoming insufferably excessive, yet she had no choice: "Where is he?"

"Around this time every day, the Hall Master would be exercising in the Fencing Room, outside the castle on the left side. Just take a left turn after exiting, and you’ll see."

She grabbed the bottle and left the room.

...

She arrived at the Fencing Room.

At the entrance, she lightly knocked on the door.

The noise inside paused; apparently knowing it was her delivering, a rich, magnetically suave Chinese voice floated out: 𝘧𝓇𝑒𝑒𝑤ℯ𝑏𝓃𝘰𝑣ℯ𝘭.𝘤ℴ𝘮

"Come in."

She pushed open the door, yet her palms inexplicably began sweating.

Bringing her own milk to a man—the thought just made her blush and heat up.

Si Yuheng, dressed in white fencing attire, was fencing with a subordinate but had since paused, head covered with protective gear, both hands gripping the sword hilt, sword tip resting on the floor, looking towards the door.

The sharp and roguish gaze piercing through the headgear exuded an aura of samurai prowess, momentarily making Liang Anya freeze, holding her breath before coming to her senses:

"I’m leaving it here... You carry on practicing."

She placed the bottle on the nearby floor, ready to turn and leave.

"What’s the hurry?" Si Yuheng removed the protective headgear, charmingly shaking his sweaty head, glancing at the subordinate.