Seven years after transmigrating, he was cornered at the head of the bed by a cold and aloof empress

Chapter 16 Mission Issued: Wash Your Wife's Feet? System, Be Serious!

After a "mud battle," although Su Qingge didn't suffer much thanks to Lin Zhou's "human cheat code," her limited-edition white sneakers were completely ruined.

By the time we returned to the dilapidated house, it was already getting dark.

Exhausted, Su Qingge sat on the newly repaired wooden chair, looking like a wilted lily. She frowned slightly, her gaze occasionally drifting to her ankles, the discomfort from being soaked in mud and the excruciating pain from her shoes rubbing against her feet.

For someone with severe mysophobia, those dried mud spots on her legs felt like countless ants crawling all over her, making her feel extremely uncomfortable, yet she was so tired that she didn't even have the strength to lift a finger.

Nuonuo has already been coaxed to sleep. The little one had a blast playing today and is now fast asleep on the bed, snoring away with a glistening drool at the corner of her mouth.

Just as Lin Zhou put the dinner he had obtained from the villagers on the table, the unserious system notification suddenly rang in his mind.

**[Ding! Your wife is extremely fatigued and has a minor foot injury.]**

**[Random Quest Triggered: As the perfect husband, how can you stand by and watch your wife suffer? Please immediately wash Su Qingge's feet and massage them to relieve her discomfort.]**

**[Task Rewards: Divine Massage Technique (Grandmaster Level), Happiness Points +1000]**

Lin Zhou's lips twitched, and he almost crushed the steamed bun in his hand.

"System, do you have some kind of unusual fetish? Last time it was cooking, this time it's washing feet, next time should I embroider for her?"

Although he complained, his eyes swept down and he saw Su Qingge's left foot that was unconsciously curled up, and his heart softened a little.

Those feet, which usually gleam on the red carpet, were now covered in dry, hard mud, looking quite pitiful.

"Sigh, I really owe you one."

Lin Zhou sighed, turned around and walked to the corner, picking up the enamel basin with a large red peony printed on it.

Pouring hot water, adding cold water, testing the temperature with her hand. Her movements were fluid and practiced, almost heartbreakingly so—after all, the original owner had done this kind of servant's work countless times over the past seven years.

Su Qingge was resting with her eyes closed, still debating whether to eat first or force herself to take a shower, when suddenly she felt a shadow fall over her.

Immediately afterwards, a surge of heat rose up, warming her somewhat icy calves.

She suddenly opened her eyes.

Lin Zhou was squatting in front of her, holding a rustic-looking foot basin filled with steaming water. He didn't say anything, but simply placed the basin gently beside her feet, then very naturally reached out and grabbed her ankle.

"What...what are you doing?"

Su Qingge was like a cat whose tail had been stepped on. She instinctively tried to pull her feet back, pressing her whole body against the back of the chair, her eyes filled with fear and vigilance.

What the hell is this bastard up to now?

It was one thing to carry her in the mud earlier, but that was for the sake of filming a show. What's going on now?

"Don't move."

Lin Zhou didn't look up, his tone as calm as if he were discussing the weather, "The water temperature was just adjusted, hurry up and wash, otherwise the mud will be even more uncomfortable on your legs."

"I'll wash it myself!"

Su Qingge's cheeks flushed slightly, but she stubbornly tried to bend down and do it herself. "I have hands and feet, I don't need your fake kindness. Besides, we're still live streaming, you may not care about your reputation, but I do."

Although the camera was set up in a corner, the thought of millions of people watching such a private matter was enough to make her shudder.

"The live stream ended a long time ago; the production team all went to eat."

Lin Zhou lied without batting an eye. Actually, the red light on the corner camera was still flashing faintly, but he bet Su Qingge was too tired to see clearly.

He raised his head, his peach blossom eyes showing a hint of impatience, yet also a barely perceptible seriousness:

"Su Qingge, do you think your feet are made of iron? You're blistered and still soaking them in muddy water. Do you want to get infected and have them amputated to become a one-legged superstar?"

"You're the one who needs an amputation! Your whole family needs an amputation!"

Su Qingge was so angry she wanted to kick him, but as soon as she put her foot down, a sharp pain in her heel made her gasp, "Hiss—"

Taking advantage of the moment she paused, Lin Zhou's large hand, like an iron clamp, precisely gripped her slender ankle.

The rough, warm touch of his palm instantly spread throughout her body, causing Su Qingge to shudder and break out in goosebumps.

"Let go! Lin Zhou, let go! You're filthy!"

She was still struggling, trying to kick Lin Zhou's hand away with her other foot.

"What's dirty about it? I'm not disgusted by you."

Lin Zhou not only didn't let go, but instead used a little force to forcefully push her flailing foot into the warm water.

The moment the warm water enveloped her cool skin, Su Qingge almost groaned in comfort, her tense body instantly softening.

Lin Zhou squatted there, his eyes lowered, his expression focused as if he were handling a rare treasure. He gently untied his shoelaces and slowly removed the sock, whose original color was no longer recognizable.

When that foot was completely exposed to the air, Lin Zhou's brows furrowed instantly into a deep frown.

The once fair and jade-like instep was now covered in dark mud, and on the most delicate heel, a piece of skin the size of a coin had been worn away, revealing the pink flesh underneath, surrounded by a large area of ​​redness and swelling, a shocking sight.

"Is it that serious?"

Lin Zhou's voice deepened, carrying a hint of anger that even he himself didn't realize.

Su Qingge nervously tucked her toes in and muttered softly, "Actually... it doesn't hurt that much, it's just a little scrape, a band-aid will do."

"A band-aid? I think you should put a band-aid on your brain too."

Lin Zhou snorted coldly, not rushing to scrub, but instead scooping up a handful of hot water and slowly pouring it around the wound, carefully softening the dried mud around it.

His movements were incredibly light; his rough fingertips avoided the wound, only gently circling the surrounding skin. A tingling, itchy sensation shot from the soles of her feet to the top of her head, making Su Qingge feel her face burn even hotter, her heart pounding as if it would burst out of her chest.

Is this still the same Lin Zhou who only knows how to make her angry?

When did he become so...so gentle?

"It might hurt a little, just bear with it."

Lin Zhou suddenly spoke, breaking the ambiguous silence in the room.

Before Su Qingge could react, his large hand had already gripped her ankle tightly, giving her no chance to back down.

"Lin Zhou, you..."

"Don't move."

Lin Zhou looked up, his eyes shining brightly in the dim light. He stared at Su Qingge's panicked eyes, his movements firm yet gentle, his voice low as if coaxing a child, yet carrying an irresistible domineering quality:

"Your feet are swollen like pig's trotters, what are you trying to prove?"