Border Prisoner: The Mad Boss Seduces Her Every Night

The private cinema in the seaside villa was set to the most comfortable mode.

A huge screen was playing lighthearted variety shows at a low volume, creating a gentle white noise effect, while the night sea stretched out through the floor-to-ceiling windows.

Shi Luyu nestled in the large sofa, wrapped in a blanket, holding a glass of warm water in her hands. Her eyes were on the screen, but her heart was still not completely at ease.

The kitchen, however, had a completely different atmosphere.

The lights were bright, the countertop was spotless, expensive knives were neatly arranged on the shelf, and spice jars were beautifully displayed.

Xu Yuanjia stood in front of the central island counter, his sleeves rolled up, his well-defined knuckles resting on the counter, his face looking terrible.

Zhou Ji had just returned from the base, his hand still wrapped in gauze, his knuckles bruised and swollen. He stood to the side, his back ramrod straight, barely daring to breathe loudly, afraid that even the slightest sound would annoy the man in front of him.

Xu Yuanjia spoke in a gloomy tone:

"Do you know how to make fried rice?"

Zhou Ji was stunned, clearly not keeping up with this sudden turn of events: "Yes...yes."

Xu Yuanjia raised his chin, his eyes chillingly indifferent: "Do it."

Zhou dared not delay and immediately turned to get the eggs. However, his hands were constricted by a tight bandage, making it incredibly slow to crack the eggs. The eggshells would chip off against the rim of the bowl, breaking off slightly and getting stuck. He broke out in a light sweat, feeling even more nervous than during a firearms test.

Xu Yuanjia stood beside him, watching his every move, but his patience lasted for less than half a minute.

He muttered under his breath, "By the time you're done, my rabbit will have starved to death."

Zhou Ji's hand trembled, and he almost knocked the bowl over.

Xu Yuanjia's eyes darkened, and his tone became even more impatient: "Tell me the steps. I'll do it."

Zhou Ji: "...Okay, okay."

He had never seen his grandfather cook.

I've never seen my grandfather working with a spatula in the kitchen in the middle of the night for any "rabbit" reason.

Xu Yuanjia rolled up his sleeves, his movements looking nimble, but in reality, he handled the knife like he was disassembling a weapon.

As soon as Zhou Jigang said, "Chop the scallions first," Xu Yuanjia pressed the scallions onto the cutting board and chopped them down quickly and ruthlessly, as if he were going to treat the scallions as an enemy.

Scallion segments flew all over the table.

Zhou Ji held his breath and carefully reminded him, "Master...you need to cut it into smaller pieces."

Xu Yuanjia: "Shut up."

Zhou immediately shut up, but still had to continue instructing: "First heat the pan, add oil, and when the oil is hot, add the eggs. The eggs should be scrambled—"

Xu Yuanjia did as instructed, but poured the oil haphazardly and heated the pan too quickly.

The egg sizzled and popped as soon as it hit the pan, splattering oil everywhere. Xu Yuanjia reacted extremely quickly, flipping his wrist and tossing the pan. The egg went in, but the oil almost spilled onto the counter.

Zhou Ji felt a chill run down his spine: "Sir, turn the fire down..."

Xu Yuanjia said coldly, "I know."

But he clearly didn't know.

He never dealt with the hearth; he only dealt with blood, weapons, power, and rules.

Zhou Ji forced himself to continue: "After the egg is set, push it to one side, then add the rice... The rice needs to be broken up beforehand..."

Xu Yuanjia poured the rice into the pot with the force of loading ammunition.

The rice clumped together instantly, stuck to the pot, and couldn't be flipped.

Xu Yuanjia's brow twitched, his patience crumbling again: "What is this thing?"

Zhou Ji quickly said, "Use a spatula to break up the rice, stir-fry slowly... Finally, add salt and soy sauce, stir-fry over high heat until every grain of rice is coated with egg."

The phrase "stir-frying over high heat" acted as a fuse.

Xu Yuanjia decisively turned the fire up to the maximum.

Flames instantly erupted from the bottom of the pot.

Zhou Ji's expression changed drastically: "Master! Fire—!"

Before he could finish speaking, a loud "boom" erupted from the pot, and flames burst forth, creating a burst of fire.

The kitchen was filled with blinding white light and heat waves, and the fumes shot up with a crackling sound, while the exhaust vent emitted a sharp vibration.

Xu Yuanjia's reaction was frighteningly fast.

He took a step forward, grabbed Zhou Ji's injured arm, and pressed him down, causing both of them to fall to the ground, avoiding the flying shards and hot oil.

Zhou Ji let out a muffled groan as he was pulled, but dared not make a louder sound.

The fried rice caused a small explosion.

Rice, egg drop soup, and scallion pieces were scattered all over the floor.

Only the crackling of the flames and a short beep from the alarm remained in the kitchen.

Xu Yuanjia raised his eyes, his dark eyes showing no panic, only a deeper gloom.

He stood up, casually turned off the stove, as if dealing with a minor accidental discharge of a gun.

Just then, hurried footsteps came from the cinema.

Shi Luyu was clearly frightened; she rushed over before she had even properly draped the blanket over herself, her face pale and her voice strained:

"Brother? What happened? Where did the explosion occur?"

Xu Yuanjia's eyes turned cold, and he kicked Zhou Ji, who was still lying on the ground, under the table: "She recognizes your face."

He said, "Don't come out and scare her."

Zhou was kicked and slammed into the corner of the table. He groaned and sweated profusely from the pain, but he could only curl up under the table and dare not move.

Shi Luyu stood at the kitchen doorway, cautiously peeking out and looking at the mess in front of her.

She stared blankly for a while: "How did the kitchen become like this?"

Xu Yuanjia had been extremely impatient with cooking from the beginning, but when he saw her cautious, rabbit-like appearance, his gaze suddenly deepened.

Those wicked thoughts crept up on me almost instantly.

He lowered his eyes, his tone suddenly becoming very innocent, even a little aggrieved:

"Oh dear, the pot suddenly broke."

He raised his hand, extended his index finger, and gently shook it.

"You burned your brother's hand."

Shi Luyu immediately tensed up, her eyes widening: "Where are you burned?"

Xu Yuanjia held the finger out to her, his eyes carrying a faint smile.

Shi Luyu felt extremely distressed and immediately leaned over to blow soft, slightly warm air onto his fingertips.

"Brother was so careless." She looked up at him, her voice filled with both anxiety and concern. "You shouldn't cook."

Xu Yuanjia seemed amused by her earnestness, giving a soft "hmm," but refused to withdraw his hand.

"Sweetie, it still hurts so much."

Shi Luyu was completely unsuspecting and, without thinking, gently put his fingertips between her lips, trying to cool him down in a gentler way.

Xu Yuanjia's eyes instantly turned deep.

All the restraint of a superior was disrupted, and his dark eyes surged with possessiveness, satisfaction, and a morbid pleasure.

His Adam's apple bobbed, and he raised his hand to pinch her chin, lifting her face up.

Before Shi Luyu could react, he had already leaned down and kissed her.

Not gentle.

He pinned her down and bit her.

She was stunned by the kiss, her back pressed against the door frame, her ear tips burning.

She struggled to push him away, her eyes reddening: "Brother!"

"Didn't you say...didn't you say you'd always ask for my permission first?"

Xu Yuanjia stopped, very close to her.

He looked down at her, thought for a second, and then actually apologized softly, his tone casual:

"Oh, sorry."

But there was no remorse in his eyes; instead, he laughed hysterically, becoming even more excited by her words.

He leaned close to her ear, his voice low and husky, with a wicked tenderness:

"I forgot."

He stepped back slightly, still looking into her eyes, as if giving her a choice, or as if pressuring her to nod.

"Brother wants to keep kissing you now. Is that okay?"