Chapter 390: The Evil Rooster: Don't Bully a Rooster Too Much!

Xiao Cong ran like lightning, vanishing in a flash. Leaning against a wall, he replayed the shocking video on his phone. He immediately posted it online with the caption: "My coworker has this strange habit. How should I approach him?"

The video went viral in no time. Comments exploded.

"We should be understanding. After all, the pressure is immense."

"What's wrong with drinking bathwater? Is it a problem? Is it a crime?"

"I can already tell this is the beginning of a 'live-in son-in-law' story."

Liu Ying was still oblivious to the online commotion.

He calmed his excitement and walked casually to the sauna room. Through the glass, he could vaguely see Brother Ginseng enjoying himself inside.

"Brother Ginseng, can I come in?"

"Come in."

Liu Ying gently pushed the door open and saw Brother Ginseng reclining with a towel over his face, exuding a boss-like aura.

"Feeling comfortable?"

"Mmm, comfortable."

"Good, good. I was worried you wouldn't be."

Liu Ying smiled, a sycophantic grin spreading across his face. He wanted to say, "Brother Ginseng, I want to follow you," but it felt too abrupt. He decided to build a rapport slowly, avoiding any sudden leaps.

After a while, Ginseng felt completely relaxed. It was the first time in years he'd felt this good.

"Brother Ginseng, do you need to rinse off?" Liu Ying skillfully took Ginseng's towel, clutching it tightly like a precious treasure, refusing to let go.

Ginseng replied, "I just rinsed off. Why rinse again? I'm leaving."

With that, he waved his tendrils and swaggered out.

Once Ginseng was out of sight, Liu Ying tilted his head back, holding the towel. Drip, drip. A few drops landed in his mouth. He licked his tongue. There was no taste, not like the sensation earlier.

Slightly disappointed, he tossed the towel aside and hurried after Ginseng.

Back at the dorm...

"I'm leaving," Liu Ying said, standing at the door, nodding to Lin Fan and waving to Ginseng. "Brother Ginseng, I'm off."

Lin Fan was happy. Ginseng's popularity brought him comfort.

Inside the room, Lin Fan said, "Let me introduce you to a new friend. His name is Ginseng. Ginseng, this is my good friend, Lao Zhang, and this is my friend and part-time pet hen."

"I hope you can all become good friends."

Lao Zhang extended his hand. "Hello, Ginseng, I'm Lao Zhang."

"I'm Ginseng. Hello, Lao Zhang," Ginseng replied, shaking Lao Zhang's hand with his tendrils. He needed to rely on Lin Fan from now on, so he had to show respect to his friends. He was naturally very friendly.

He, the domineering Brother Ginseng, appeared innocent and harmless, but was actually extremely dangerous.

The Evil Rooster was wary. He felt threatened, as if his position was about to be usurped.

He noticed Ginseng's aroma, a delicious scent that whetted his appetite. As an undercover agent, his biggest fear was the appearance of uncontrollable elements around humans.

He needed to assert his dominance, to tell the newcomer that he, the Evil Rooster, was the boss here. This newcomer better behave, or else. He was that domineering. After all, his time undercover had inflated his ego.

Ginseng appeared calm, but inwardly, he sensed the hen's attempt to establish dominance.

"Hen, shake hands with Ginseng. Welcome our new friend," Lin Fan said.

The Evil Rooster didn't want to welcome Ginseng. But the speaker was Lin Fan, and he had to show respect. Otherwise, his undercover mission would be compromised. He thought, If I resist the newcomer too much, they'll think I'm afraid of losing my position.

"Cluck, cluck…" The Evil Rooster extended a wing, feigning a welcoming gesture.

Ginseng kept his eyes on Lin Fan and Lao Zhang. The moment they looked away…

"Ah! He hit me!" Ginseng collapsed to the floor, looking pathetic and casting a resentful glance at the Evil Rooster.

The Evil Rooster, wing still outstretched, stared at Ginseng in bewilderment. What the… I didn't do anything! I didn't even move! This is such fake acting!

"Cluck, cluck…" the Evil Rooster protested, I didn't hit him! I didn't…

Ginseng whimpered, "I know I'm the newcomer. If you don't welcome me, I'll leave. Why bully me? I'm already homeless."

What the… What the… The Evil Rooster was furious. He clenched his wings, ready to strike Ginseng. You're despicable! I thought I was despicable, but you're even worse!

"Hen, how can you bully your friend?" Lin Fan intervened, preventing the rooster from attacking Ginseng.

I… The Evil Rooster felt a surge of frustration. If there were a tofu block in front of him, he would definitely smash his head against it. I, the Evil Rooster, would rather die fighting than die of humiliation! This is my final declaration!

Ginseng said, "I'm willing to forgive him. After all, I'm just a newcomer. I really like chickens. Master, could you two step outside for a moment? I think I can talk to the chicken. Maybe there's just a misunderstanding between us."

Lin Fan and Lao Zhang exchanged glances, smiling with relief.

"Okay, what a sensible Ginseng. Lao Zhang and I believe in you."

They opened the door and stood at the entrance.

"We believe you can become good friends. Go for it!" Lin Fan and Lao Zhang raised their fists, cheering on Ginseng and the hen.

Now, only Ginseng and the Evil Rooster remained in the room.

Ginseng surveyed the surroundings, then hopped onto a chair, using his roots as legs. He crossed his "legs" and looked down condescendingly.

"Little chicken, call me Brother Ginseng, and I'll take you as my little brother." With no one else around, Ginseng unleashed his domineering aura, giving off the vibe of a gang leader.

The Evil Rooster was furious. He clenched his wings. "Cluck, cluck…" The meaning was clear: Don't push it.

Ginseng glanced at the Evil Rooster and whipped his roots against the rooster's head with a smack.

"We need to establish dominance. From now on, I'm your big brother. Do you accept it?" Although he was new here, he wouldn't let a chicken outrank him. He had to establish his authority with swift and decisive action.

The Evil Rooster pathetically raised a wing to cover his face, his eyes filled with a mixture of resentment and anger. I'm not afraid of you! He reminded himself that he was the Evil Rooster, a being with dignity. Even if he had no dignity in front of the humans, he wouldn't lose it to a ginseng! I won't submit! I just won't!

Crackle, pop! Ginseng swung his roots, sending the Evil Rooster flying and clucking in protest. His proud strength was useless against Ginseng.

Moments later, the Evil Rooster shielded his head with his wings. His chicken knees, usually as sturdy as pillars, buckled.

Time stopped. Space froze. The scene was forever etched in time.

Tears welled up in the Evil Rooster's eyes as he knelt before Ginseng. "Don't hit me, I was wrong, Brother Ginseng." He felt utterly powerless. Ginseng was truly strong, ruthless, and domineering.

Ginseng smiled, stroking the Evil Rooster's head with his roots. "Every hit on you pains my heart. I hope you understand."

You liar! The Evil Rooster raged inwardly.

When Lin Fan and Lao Zhang returned, they were pleased to see Ginseng and the hen getting along so well. This was the scene they longed to see. Harmonious coexistence was the ideal.

Night fell.

Liu Ying hummed a tune, carrying takeout. He lived with his girlfriend, enjoying a fulfilling life. Today's harvest had been especially bountiful, and he wanted to celebrate with his girlfriend.

He opened the door. "Honey, I'm home!" Even though they weren't married, he naturally addressed her as his wife.

As soon as the door opened, a slipper flew towards him, followed by angry shouts.

"Get out! Get out of here!"

Liu Ying was stunned. "Honey, what's wrong?"

His girlfriend glared at him. "You have the nerve to ask what's wrong? After all this time together, I never imagined you'd have such a perverted hobby! The thought of kissing you makes me sick!"

"What are you talking about?" Liu Ying was genuinely confused. If he'd cheated on her, he'd gladly drop his pants and let her sniff for evidence. But now she was disgusted by kissing him? Had someone told her he liked men? With his personality, could he even handle a sausage?

"See for yourself!" She threw her phone at him.

Liu Ying frowned, completely lost. He looked at the video playing on the screen and froze. It was him, holding the wooden bucket and drinking the bathwater.

What the… Which bastard filmed this?! And why did they make me look so creepy? If you're going to film me, at least make me look good! Don't I have any dignity? He was truly angry.

"Honey, it's a misunderstanding!" Liu Ying pleaded.

"Misunderstanding? Then tell me, did you drink it or not?" his girlfriend demanded.

Liu Ying replied, "I drank it. I did drink it."

"You admit you drank it, and you still call it a misunderstanding? Get out! Just the thought…"

"Hey, what are you doing? Let go of me!"

His girlfriend struggled, but Liu Ying simply scooped her up and tossed her onto the bed.

Rip! Rip!

"Close your eyes and enjoy," Liu Ying commanded, leaving no room for resistance. He charged forward…

Two hours later, Liu Ying leaned against the headboard, silently smoking a cigarette.

His girlfriend snuggled against him, her face flushed. "You beast, you were like a wild bull today."

There was nothing that couldn't be resolved in bed. If it couldn't be resolved, it only meant you weren't good enough.

"Notice anything different about me?"

"You were…fierce…"

"Of course! Usually, we're done in half an hour. Today it was two hours. Didn't you wonder why I was so…intense?"

"Why?"

Liu Ying smiled mysteriously and whispered in his girlfriend's ear, exaggerating the effects of Brother Ginseng to the extreme.

"Think about it, ginseng invigorates, replenishes blood… Even if it was my Brother Ginseng's bathwater, it's something others can only dream of."

"It has whitening, body-shaping, and all sorts of other benefits."

His girlfriend's eyes lit up as she clung to his arm and cooed, "Honey, I was wrong. Don't be angry. Can you bring me some of that bathwater next time?"

Liu Ying looked at his girlfriend with a mischievous glint in his eyes.

"You want some?"

"Yes."

"Then here I come…"

"Ah! That's not what I meant!"