My host is very irritable

Chapter 521: Sickly Husband 9

"Look, the vegetables you cut are all different sizes, there's no beauty at all..."

He Qian's face turned green when she saw the vegetables He Yue pointed at. Whose celery would look the same?

But she didn't dare to say it out loud, and she felt uncomfortable.

"What's wrong? I just said a few words to you. Who are you showing such a sour face to?"

"No, I didn't..." He Qian glanced at Lu Ye and answered pitifully.

"Hui Ying..." Lu Ye rubbed his brows and called He Yue softly.

"Shut up, it's all because of you. If it weren't for you, my child wouldn't have left me..." He Yue interrupted him mercilessly, her tone full of resentment.

Hearing about the child, Lu Ye's expression immediately changed. He looked at He Qian and said, "Be careful when you cook in the future and don't make her angry again."

"I..." He Qian was dumbfounded. She didn't expect Lu Ye to lie with his eyes open.

"Okay, let's eat quickly." Lu Ye rubbed his forehead impatiently and interrupted He Qian.

He Yue showed a disdainful smile on his face, he really thought he was the emperor and wanted to hug women left and right.

He Yue criticized every dish that followed, saying that the vegetables were not cut well or the colors were not matched well...

He Qian was furious. Lu Yefan hadn't even eaten yet. He wanted to talk to He Yue, but before he could open his mouth, He Yue started crying about her poor child.

He wanted to blame He Qian, but He Qian sobbed and told him about their past friendship, and he softened his heart.

The consequence was that they were all beaten by He Yue. They rubbed the pain on their bodies and dared not say a word.

"Clean the living room for me, or I'll use it to wipe your faces later." He Yue said coldly and walked towards the sofa.

"Huiying, I have to work too?" Lu Ye looked at He Yue in disbelief, with a hint of grievance in his voice.

"What? Are you deaf? Can't you understand what I'm saying?" He Yue stared at him and asked coldly.

"I...I understand..." Seeing He Yue's cold expression, Lu Ye reluctantly nodded in response.

"If you understand, then go and do it." He Yue urged impatiently.

"Yes, yes..." The two did not dare to delay and started to get busy.

"Hey! That mistress, you should clean the floor with your hands, not with a mop."

God, your mistress, I am not, I am not...

But He Qian only dared to keep it to herself in her heart and didn't dare to show it at all.

"And you, don't you see that the curtains are dirty?"

"Huiying, I'm injured, let the nanny..." Lu Ye looked at the two-story high curtains and explained softly.

"Bang!" He Yue's face changed immediately, and a fruit flew out of her hand and hit Lu Ye's wound heavily.

"Ah..." Lu Ye suddenly felt a sharp pain. He hurriedly covered the injured part of his body. His body lost support in an instant and he half-knelt on the ground.

His face was as pale as paper, and beads of sweat the size of beans instantly appeared on his forehead.

"Did you hear me?"

"Hear...I heard it..." Lu Ye didn't dare to say anything more. He covered his wound and started looking for tools.

He Qian saw He Yue's cold face and his eyes staring at her like sharp blades. She couldn't help but feel a chill rising from her spine and her body trembled involuntarily.

Since she could only work with one hand, He Qian's movements seemed particularly clumsy and laborious.

She clenched her teeth, and beads of cold sweat oozed out of her forehead and slowly slid down her pale cheeks.

Every wipe made her feel exhausted, but she didn't dare stop for fear that this crazy woman would beat her again.

He Yue looked at He Qian and felt a little bit of admiration for her, but she didn't know what she was trying to do.

Neither of them had done any work before, and they were soon exhausted.

However, He Yue would never let them go. As long as they were slow for one minute, He Yue would throw fruits at them.

The small fruits hit their bodies like iron balls, and the pain was so severe that they could hardly get up.

It was not until the evening that He Yue let them go. The two rubbed their sore bodies, looked at each other, and returned to their respective rooms.

"Bang, bang, bang!" The two had just fallen asleep when they heard violent knocks on the door.

"Who is it?" Lu Ye asked loudly in annoyance.

"Wake up, it's already midnight? Where's my midnight snack?" He Yue's cold voice reached their ears, and they woke up immediately.

He quickly put on his clothes and opened the door.

"What do you want to eat? I'll make it right away." He Qian asked in a hoarse voice.

"Just do it as you see fit!"

He Qian rolled her eyes secretly in her heart. It sounds good to say, but if you don’t do it well, you will make trouble again.

It was inconvenient to cook and work with one hand, so she looked at Lu Ye and said softly, "Brother Ye, can you help me?"

"I..." Lu Ye rubbed his aching waist and wanted to refuse, but when he saw He Yue looking at him with a smile, he walked downstairs reluctantly.

After it was finished, He Yue was not satisfied no matter how she looked at it and kept finding faults.

It was the middle of the night and everyone was exhausted. Lu Ye wanted to get angry, but when he saw He Yue breaking the chopsticks in his hand, he shut his mouth reluctantly.

Two hours later, He Yue finally put down the bowl and walked upstairs. The two exhausted people breathed a sigh of relief.

"Clean up the living room."

The two did not dare to hesitate and quickly took all the dishes and chopsticks to the kitchen.

When they got to the kitchen, they all wanted to cry because the dishwasher wouldn't open at all, so they had no choice but to wash the clothes by hand.

After cleaning up, the two of them quickly ran upstairs and lay back on their beds.

"La la la..." The high-pitched singing sounded in the villa, making the two people's heads almost explode.

The villa is said to have top-notch sound insulation, but the music they listened to was the one Bingyi placed next to their ears.

Lu Ye endured it again and again, but he couldn't bear it anymore. He got up and walked to He Yue's room and knocked on the door.

"Huiying, Huiying..."

"Are you calling for souls?" He Yue opened the door and asked impatiently.

"Huiying, can you please keep the noise down? We, we still need to sleep..." Lu Ye asked He Yue with a flattering look.

"Sleep, then go to sleep! I'm not stopping you from sleeping..." He Yue said casually.

"You..." Lu Ye was also brought up in a pampered manner. It was a miracle that he could tolerate He Yue for a whole day. Now that he was sleepy and tired, he immediately became angry.

"Lan Huiying, did I give you face? What on earth are you trying to do?"

"Pa pa pa——!" He Yue raised her hand and slapped Lu Ye a few times, causing blood to seep from the corners of his mouth.

"I gave you face, didn't I? How dare you yell at me."

"Lan Huiying, I am your husband." Lu Ye was not willing to be outdone and roared at He Yue angrily.

"Pa——!" He Yue slapped him again and said coldly, "Husband, are you worthy?"