Chapter 23: Father

Enzo was speechless with the woman sitting on his lap.

"Don’t you want to eat?" she asked, gently holding his waist.

"Of course I want to eat. But I really like sitting here," Miya replied softly.

"Open your mouth," she added, then once again touched his lips with her thumb, causing them to part.

Enzo began to breathe heavily.

Miya’s other hand picked up a piece of roasted meat and placed it into his mouth.

It tasted incredibly delicious, especially with the sensation of being fed by her.

Enzo unconsciously chewed the meat.

An idea immediately crossed his mind.

He picked up a piece of meat and brought it toward Miya’s mouth.

The woman didn’t merely swallow the meat. Her fingers went into his mouth as well.

Her desire for romance seemed to be quite strong. Now that she finally had a man, she simply kept indulging herself in the things she’d always wanted.

DING!

(You have given your wife something that made her happy. Her happiness level has reached 50%. You have received a reward: Spiritual Energy increased from 200 to 250!)

[Name: Enzo Muller]

[Level: 1]

[Spiritual Energy: 250]

The notification appeared immediately.

Unlike the wedding ring and their first kiss, this apparently didn’t make her nearly as happy.

After all, this was just feeding each other.

However, Enzo was certain her happiness level would reach 99% again when he gave her the most important thing in a marriage.

Unfortunately, it seemed that actions like this only counted once. Repeating them wouldn’t be recognized by the System.

Miya didn’t stop feeding him, so he didn’t stop feeding her either.

With no one else around, what was there to worry about?

However, Enzo was soon left stunned.

"Miya, you...?" An elderly voice echoed.

Enzo was astonished as light condensed right in front of them, gradually forming the figure of an elderly man with purple hair. His luminous body looked almost completely real.

Enzo almost jumped, but how could he with Miya sitting on his lap?

Miya immediately stood up.

"Father, what are you doing? You stopped your cultivation?"

Enzo’s expression instantly stiffened when he heard that.

Her father.

That meant he was the previous head of the family, Charles Stanley.

Ever since the position of Family Head had been handed over to Miya, he was said to have entered an underground chamber, sealing himself away from the outside world.

This was something powerful people did to preserve their lifespan after realizing that they had little chance of advancing any further.

No matter how powerful they became, their lifespan remained limited.

With such immense strength, naturally, they weren’t willing to simply die.

By sealing themselves away and focusing entirely on cultivation with their eyes closed—or even sleeping—it was said that their lifespan would either stop decreasing or decrease extremely slowly.

Unless something major happened, they practically never ended this state.

They could no longer concern themselves with the outside world.

The only exception in the United States was Old Martin. Perhaps he simply wasn’t afraid of death, or perhaps he had some way of dealing with his lifespan. After all, he was actually extremely old yet was still alive.

"I received a message from Old Martin inviting me to meet him," the old man replied.

Miya was surprised to hear that.

"Who is this young man? When did you start doing indecent things?" the old man asked, choosing not to elaborate on Old Martin any further.

His face even appeared slightly red.

Of course, anyone would feel embarrassed seeing their daughter doing something intimate.

"What do you mean, indecent?" Miya replied. "Father, I’m married, and this man is my husband. There’s nothing wrong with us doing whatever we want."

"You’re married?" The old man was so stunned that his lips parted and his expression froze.

"Yes, I’m married," Miya answered directly.

"You really got married?" the old man asked again. "Why didn’t you tell me?"

"I didn’t want to disturb you. And I didn’t want there to be any conflict between us if you didn’t approve of my choice," Miya replied.

"Father, this house is my private place with my husband. Don’t just enter whenever you want," she added.

The old man fell silent, completely speechless.

He looked at Enzo, then at Miya, then back at Enzo.

Enzo, of course, tried to smile while maintaining a respectful and polite attitude.

He simply refrained from speaking because saying anything might not be a good idea.

"You certainly have good taste." After a moment, he finally spoke again.

Those words were clearly sarcastic.

What bothered him most was probably the difference in their ages.

"You can’t know what a woman wants through a man’s eyes," Miya replied.

"Hmph!" The old man snorted before disappearing.

Miya pouted slightly.

She looked somewhat embarrassed as she turned back toward Enzo.

"No one else can enter without my permission, but my father used to own this house. Next time, he won’t be able to just come in whenever he wants," she said.

"It’s only natural," Enzo smiled.

"Come on, let’s eat some more," Miya said.

She didn’t sit on his lap again, perhaps slightly traumatized by being caught in the middle of their intimate moment.

Eating normally, they naturally finished much faster.

"By the way, where can I change my clothes?" Enzo asked after finishing his meal.

Miya had already changed into ordinary clothes, but he hadn’t.

"Mr. Joe, take Enzo to his room," Miya said.

At that moment, Mr. Joe appeared at the dining room entrance.

"Master, please follow me. Your clothes have already been prepared inside," Mr. Joe said while showing him a Storage Ring.

It might not have been particularly expensive by the standards of powerful families, but for an ordinary person, it was incredibly valuable.

Enzo was quite happy to finally receive a Storage Ring.

Just by holding it, he could immediately see what was inside.

A look of surprise appeared on his face.

The amount of clothing inside was probably enough to fill an entire store.

Every type of clothing was available, and all of them were from the most expensive brands.

He then followed Mr. Joe upstairs to the second floor.

A bedroom. But whose bedroom was he being taken to?

The second floor consisted of spacious rooms and several doors. Mr. Joe led him to the largest one.

"Master, you can go inside," Mr. Joe said.

"Thank you," Enzo replied before pushing the bedroom door open.

A bedroom was revealed.

It couldn’t exactly be called spacious. Compared to the bedroom in his villa, this one could actually be considered small.

The only striking feature was the large, luxurious bed positioned right beside the window.

Aside from the bed, there was only a TV placed on a table and a refrigerator.

There was no wardrobe, nor even a desk.

Enzo noticed several dresses hanging on the wall, probably ones Miya had taken off and simply left there.

Even from his perspective, the room was far too simple.