Chapter 28: Divine Retribution
Wang Ming: “…”
Wow, Wang Ming thought.
That’s the Emperor himself? Wang Ming thought.
“You are the Emperor himself,” Wang Ming corrected himself, thinking it wasn’t shameful to address a panda as the Emperor since it’s so visually stunning. It’s essentially factory settings.
“You’re sharp, kid. I’ll look after you,” the depressed uncle, seeming calmer, nodded sagely. Ignoring his appearance, his tone and choice of words gave him a strong “big brother” vibe.
The fact that this “big brother” vibe came from a panda was jarring for Wang Ming; he couldn’t even reject it.
Wang Ming: “…”
Take off that suit, it must be hot, Wang Ming thought sarcastically.
The meal was surprisingly pleasant. Even though the uncle continued smacking his lips, the visual impact of a panda eating made it oddly enjoyable.
Wang Ming: “…”
Now, I find the most unbearable dining habit—lip smacking—aesthetically pleasing, Wang Ming questioned his own sensibilities.
After a while, Wang Ming, Ao Chen, and the panda family finished their “reunion dinner.”
Thanks to the panda, Wang Ming got a free mukbang. Although the panda smacked its lips, he surprisingly found it appetizing.
After dinner, the panda hadn’t reverted to its human form, but it was still diligently helping with the dishes.
Wang Ming felt he owed the panda a zoo ticket.
“Older Brother,” Wang Ming said after cleaning up.
“What is it, kiddo?” the panda asked.
“Can you roll over?” Wang Ming, never having been to a zoo, thought he might as well seize the opportunity.
“Roll,” the panda replied succinctly, ambiguously answering the question. Before Wang Ming could respond, it transformed back into the depressed uncle.
Wang Ming: “…”
No desire to visit the zoo anymore, Wang Ming thought.
“I’ll do the dishes,” Wang Ming offered.
“You cleaned the table last time. Let me do this,” Ao Chen said.
As a temporary housemate, Ao Chen, despite being a prince, was considerate. He didn’t act like a boss but shared the household chores.
“No way, let me do it. I’ll feel bad if you wash dishes,” Wang Ming shook his head vigorously.
Ao Chen: “…”
Depressed Panda: “…”
“Are you two…faking it?” The depressed panda, recovering from the shock, adjusted his jaw and looked between Wang Ming and Ao Chen.
Ao Chen: “…”
“No,” Wang Ming shook his head, confused.
“Why do you feel bad for him then?” the depressed panda asked incredulously.
“Do you know how much money he has?” the depressed panda asked, posing the first soul-searching question.
“I don’t know,” Wang Ming replied.
Depressed Panda: “…”
“Do you know he’s immortal?” the depressed panda asked, posing the second soul-searching question.
“I don’t know,” Wang Ming replied.
Depressed Panda: “…”
“In short, this man is immortal and incredibly wealthy. If you don’t have ulterior motives, why would you feel bad for him?” The depressed panda looked at Wang Ming with a “How long has this been going on?” expression.
Wang Ming: “…”
“I don’t feel bad for him,” Wang Ming shrugged innocently.
“I feel bad for the golden bowls,” Wang Ming explained matter-of-factly.
Ao Chen: “…”
Depressed Panda: “…”
“He’s a pampered young master. If he’s careless while washing them, he might scratch the gold,” Wang Ming said, sounding like a practical housekeeper. He was worried Ao Chen might use steel wool on the golden bowls!
Wang Ming volunteered to wash the dishes.
“I think he’s a straight man,” the depressed panda muttered, seemingly talking to himself or Ao Chen.
“The pure gold kind,” the depressed panda added when Ao Chen didn’t respond.
Ao Chen: “…”
“That’s none of my business,” Ao Chen said flatly.
Wang Ming carefully washed the golden bowls and carefully dried them.
“I’m done,” Wang Ming emerged from the kitchen, sighing in relief like he’d just visited a bank vault.
“Thank you for your hard work,” Ao Chen nodded.
“Next time, I’ll do it. I can use my dust-removing skill,” Ao Chen said.
Wang Ming: “…”
How could I forget that? Wang Ming lamented inwardly.
But he thought, I did handle gold for a while, so it’s not a complete loss.
“Alright,” Wang Ming nodded, accepting Ao Chen’s offer.
“By the way, since you have a lot of valuables, should we change the security door?” Wang Ming abruptly changed the subject.
Ao Chen: “…”
“No need, people can’t see my things when I don’t want them to,” Ao Chen said.
Wang Ming: “…”
“And my guard will protect this place. You can rest assured,” Ao Chen added.
Wang Ming: “…”
“That panda Older Brother?” Wang Ming looked around, not seeing the depressed panda, and muttered, not believing the panda was a formidable fighter.
Does he use cuteness to defeat his enemies? Wang Ming wondered.
“Yes, he has good fighting skills and a passive skill to protect us,” Ao Chen nodded, clearly trusting his guard.
Wang Ming: “…”
“What passive skill?” Wang Ming asked curiously.
“If someone tries to attack him, it will trigger divine retribution,” Ao Chen said nonchalantly.