The Rebirth of the Cultivation Leader Qin Zhao as a Celebrity Chapter 33 What virtues and abilities does he have to posses

"?" Qi Ling was utterly baffled, "Bro, what are you babbling about? You don’t even have a wife, how could you have kids? Have you been working so much overti that you’ve lost your mind?"

"I got married a long ti ago."

"We agreed to be brothers for life! You got married behind my back?!"

"I’m hanging up, today’s Valentine’s Day."

"..."

Chu Yan hung up the phone, and Qi Ling was left disheveled with his mobile for a long ti.

There was a knock on the door—it was a delivery.

Opening the package, inside were many small plastic bags filled with white pills, indistinguishable unless taken to a lab for testing.

Chu Yan had looked through them once, then received an ergency call from the hospital.

There was a car accident victim who needed imdiate surgery.

Chu Yan quickly tidied up the stuff on his table and rushed to the hospital by car.

-

Past four in the afternoon, Qin Zhao had called Chu Yan several tis but couldn’t reach him.

Hadn’t they agreed to have dinner together?

By five, the phone still went unanswered.

Great, just great.

She had been stood up by that jerk.

Qin Zhao returned ho, deciding to just order so takeout and eat whatever.

As she was about to order, she saw a small bag of pills on the table.

"Is this... so kind of chemical castration drug?"

Actually, it wasn’t—it was the dicine Qi Ling had sent over.

Chu Yan had left hurriedly, dropping a small bag of pills on the table that looked just like the ones he had shown to Qin Zhao before.

Qin Zhao stared at the pills in her hand, her eyes narrowing, a hint of malevolence flickering in her gaze.

Around six, Chu Yan called Qin Zhao.

"Sorry, I had an ergency surgery, and it’s just finished. Where are you? I’ll co pick you up for dinner."

"I’m at ho, it’s already late, I’d rather not go out to eat."

"You’ll cook at ho?"

"Yes, I’ll cook for you."

Chu Yan fell silent, his hand holding the phone tightened slightly.

A warm current passed through his heart, softening his usually cold expression.

Perhaps it was heaven’s sign, to have sent her into his life.

Qin Zhao liked him so much, he should have cared for her more!

After a long mont, Chu Yan responded emotionally, "Okay."

Qin Zhao used a grocery app to order so ingredients, which would be delivered to her door.

Following an online tutorial, she made a few simple dishes that turned out quite appealing.

There was also a pot of tomato oxtail soup. Qin Zhao dumped all those pills, which she believed were for chemical castration, into the soup.

"To hell with you, beco a eunuch for life!"

With a spoon, Qin Zhao stirred the tomato oxtail soup, her red lips curving into a cold smirk, her beauty sinister, much like a villainess in TV dramas.

There was noise at the door—Chu Yan had returned.

Qin Zhao walked out of the kitchen holding the spoon, her smile sweet, "You’re back, dinner will be ready soon."

Chu Yan froze, feeling a brutal hit to his heart.

Especially seeing Qin Zhao in an apron, spoon in hand.

The scene was overwhelmingly heartwarming.

The table was laid with several dishes, all savory and visually appealing.

"Sit down first, I’ll serve the rice."

Qin Zhao’s voice was gentle, though after speaking, she felt nauseated by her own actions.

"Let serve the rice."

Chu Yan entered the kitchen, served the rice, and still felt an unreal lightness.

What had he done to deserve such a wonderful wife!

Qin Zhao had prepared a tomato oxtail soup and brought it over to Chu Yan.

Her fair cheeks turned a light shade of red, her eyes downcast, shy and timid, she whispered, "This is tomato oxtail soup, made especially for you. My friend ntioned that this soup is good for n’s health."

The cold and noble man had no expression, but his hand resting on his knee was clenched tightly. His intense gaze fixed on Qin Zhao’s face, exuding a sense of aggression.

With a slight movent in his throat, his voice was sowhat hoarse, "Okay."

"Please have a taste. This is the first ti I’ve cooked soup, I’m afraid it might not taste good."

Qin Zhao looked up at him, her eyes filled with a bit of worry and a lot of anticipation.

Sigh, she truly was a qualified actress.

Chu Yan, unsuspecting, took a sip of the soup and complinted, "It’s delicious, you’ve worked hard."

Qin Zhao’s smile grew even more tender, "Then have a bit more."

Unknowingly, Chu Yan had finished the tomato oxtail soup.

The other dishes prepared by Qin Zhao were also delicious, and nearly all plates were emptied.

It was truly a wonderful Valentine’s Day.

Both of them thought so.

Qin Zhao cooked the al, while Chu Yan was responsible for washing dishes and cleaning the kitchen.

Ding-a-ling, the phone rang.

"What’s wrong?"

"Dr. Chu, the batch of dication you asked us to test has co back with results."

"What dication?"

There was a pause before the other party uttered a professional term.

"Cough, this seems to be a strong aphrodisiac recently developed by so institute. Although it takes so ti to act, there is no antidote. Dr. Chu, why do you have this kind of thing?"

Chu Yan replied indifferently, "A friend asked to test it."

He hung up the phone and reported the results back to Qi Ling.

Qi Ling was furious and smashed sothing nearby because his batch of dication had been switched, and these aphrodisiacs weren’t his. The switched batch of dication was critically important!

After finishing the dishes, Chu Yan washed his hands several tis with hand soap.

He stared at his hands, suddenly feeling that sothing was amiss.

Chu Yan was, after all, a doctor. He could quickly sense when sothing was wrong with his body.

He felt an inexplicable heat all over his body, visions of Qin Zhao kept flashing through his mind, his cool, dark eyes brimming with deep desire that he couldn’t suppress.

How could this be?

Could it be because of Qin Zhao’s soup?

Was she really that eager?

Chu Yan pressed his temples, his expression sowhat helpless.

Actually, if Qin Zhao had communicated with him, he wouldn’t have been averse to marital relations; there was no need for her to resort to this thod.

But if she liked it this way, that was fine too.

-

In the room, Qin Zhao was unaware that she had mistaken an aphrodisiac for a chemical castration drug and had added an entire pack of it to the tomato oxtail soup.

She was currently cultivating, about to advance from the Qi Refinent Realm to the Foundation Establishnt Stage.

"Pfft..."

Blood trickled from the corner of her lips as Qin Zhao slowly opened her eyes.

"The Spiritual Power inside my body is too chaotic, I actually failed to advance."

If she were in the Canglan Realm, advancing to the Foundation Establishnt would be a simple task, without the need for a Foundation Establishnt Pill, given her talent.

But in this world, where there is a lack of Spiritual Energy, Qin Zhao cultivated by absorbing yin energy and resentful energy, leading to impure Spiritual Power within her.

The failed advancent caused Qin Zhao’s Spiritual Energy to be drained, leaving her weak.

Her beautiful yet cold face turned pale, a look of exhaustion in her eyes.

She closed her eyes and lay on the bed to rest.

She had to pause the advancent for now and find a way to clear the impurities in her body later.

Qin Zhao had only slept for a while when she noticed sothing was off. The bed suddenly beca scorchingly hot, and there was a suffocating weight on her, making it hard for her to breathe.

"Zhaozhao."

The cold, deep voice carried a profound affection.

"Chu Yan? Why are you in my room!"