It's Hard Being the Bad Guy

Chapter 25

Zuo Yiqing came from a prestigious martial arts family and started practicing martial arts at the age of three. Now, at the age of twenty, his twenty years of foundation were completely destroyed in an instant. No matter how good his physical condition was, he couldn't recover in just a few days.

During Zuo Yiqing's bed rest, Wen Ai had been running around taking care of him, serving him tea, making medicine, feeding him porridge, and even keeping him company to pass the time. It was all selfless and meticulous care.

However, Wen Ai didn't know much about this world, and the memories in this body were mostly about herbs and prescriptions. If asked to start a conversation, he wouldn't know what to say.

Luckily, Zuo Yiqing was never short of words. He leaned against the head of the bed and told Wen Ai numerous stories from the martial world. Wen Ai sat on a small bamboo stool by the bed, elbows on the bedside, hands holding his face, listening with great interest.

The more fascinated Wen Ai became, the more enthusiastic Zuo Yiqing became in his storytelling. That night, it was hard to tell who was entertaining whom.

The martial world was vast, and stories were endless. As the night grew deeper, Wen Ai still wanted to listen more, but his eyelids kept drooping.

Zuo Yiqing gently nudged him. "Let's stop here for tonight. You should go back to sleep."

Wen Ai rubbed his half-closed eyes. "I'm not sleepy. Please continue."

Zuo Yiqing tapped his forehead lightly. "Your eyes can barely stay open. Even if I continue, you won't be able to listen."

"Who says so? You were just talking about the Ghost-Face Assassin sneaking into the Luo family and planning to avenge them," Wen Ai retorted. "I heard it clearly."

Zuo Yiqing chuckled and glanced at him. "That was a moment ago in the storyline."

Wen Ai was stunned. "That's impossible..."

Zuo Yiqing pushed Wen Ai's hand, which was still resting on the bed, down. "Alright, go to sleep now. I'll continue the story for you tomorrow."

"Okay," Wen Ai stretched lazily as he stood up from the small stool, his voice groggy. "Tomorrow, we'll have to start from the part where the Ghost-Face Assassin seeks revenge. I don't remember the rest..."

Zuo Yiqing nodded. "Alright, I'll remember for you."

After ten evenings of storytelling, Zuo Yiqing had almost recovered. Although he had lost his powerful inner strength, his physique was still much stronger than an average person's.

Zuo Yiqing strolled around the inner valley, familiarizing himself with the terrain, then returned to Wen Ai's bamboo hut. As he explored each room, he stumbled upon a pile of medicine jars near the stove in the kitchen. The jars were covered in dried medicine residue, looking grimy and unappealing.

Zuo Yiqing casually lifted the ceramic lid of one jar. Before he could even lean in to sniff, a strong foul odor hit his face, causing him to recoil and squint his eyes shut.

These jars were left behind by Wen Ai from when he brewed medicine for Zuo Yiqing. Taking care of someone was exhausting, and Wen Ai didn't have the energy to clean up. So, he treated these jars as disposable, leaving them aside to be cleaned up whenever he found the time.

It had been several days since the last time Wen Ai brewed medicine, yet the jars were still abandoned here. It indicated that Wen Ai didn't want to deal with this mess. If left unattended, he would have to catch one of the disciples in the inner valley to help wash them.

Zuo Yiqing turned back into the room and fetched a piece of cloth, covering his nose with it. He quickly and efficiently cleaned the pile of jars.

When Wen Ai noticed this, it was like opening the door to a new world. Considering Zuo Yiqing's strength and agility, it didn't seem fair for him to freeload in the valley.