Poor little thing is in a mess in Shura Field

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Chapter 28

At Song Raoxun's house, he was asked by a crude country bumpkin how he could kiss him.

Even the young widow who had many romantic affairs couldn't help feeling ashamed. His snow-white fingers trembled slightly, and he could not speak. He could only stare at Cheng Chi.

Cheng Chi was not only clumsy, but also had no ability to read people's expressions. His urgency made him express his thoughts immediately: "I want to, too."

Just like being harassed by a dog begging for food on the street, Xue Yu almost couldn't hold back his expression. He wanted to get rid of Cheng Chi as soon as possible. He raised the corner of his eye impatiently: "Didn't the people around you whisper in your ears who I am?"

Cheng Chi said honestly: "They did."

"What did they say?"

"They say you are greedy for money and look down on the poor. You are a bad person."

Xue Yu did not deny it, nor did he show any anger when he heard these words. The slender finger that Cheng Chi had been thinking about for a long time slowly rubbed the bright red fruit skin. The fingertips were stained with water dew, which made Cheng Chi's throat roll. His brain was still groggy when he heard the young widow ask mercilessly: "Then do you have money?"

Cheng Chi was stunned for a moment, but no matter how stupid he was, he understood the hidden meaning behind Xue Yu's words.

"I am what they say I am, don't you understand?"

Cheng Chi stared at Xue Yu's pale little face and felt that something was wrong with his brain.

Anyone who heard these words would stay away from this young widow, but instead of feeling any resistance, he even thought he was pretty and cute.

Cheng Chi silently put on the schedule a trip to the clinic for a full-body checkup this weekend. He swallowed a few times, his healthy face tensed up, and he said in a hesitant voice, "So you're close to him because he's rich?"

Cheng Chi's voice was deep and rich, not sharp, and his pronunciation was clear. Not only could Xue Yu hear it clearly, but Song Raoxun, who was about to come in from outside, also heard every word.

Song Raoxun stagnated at the door, his figure cleverly hidden in the blind spot of the two men's vision, his ten fingers tightly clasped, his entire spine extending to his two long legs, all as stiff as a wooden sculpture.

He was born in a wealthy family and developed a decent etiquette education. His father taught him not to eavesdrop on other people's conversations since he was a child, and he has always abided by it since he was old enough to understand. But today he violated the habit he had developed over the years, and Song Raoxun stood still as if he had taken root.

He wanted to hear what Xue Yu had to say.

Why did he cling to him like that and be so delicate and soft to him?

The only sound coming from the kitchen was the rubbing of clothes. Song Raoxun's heart was inexplicably hanging, and he felt nervous about the unknown answer.

After a long time, he couldn't even count how many minutes had passed, and he only heard Xue Yu ask in surprise, "What else?"

Song Raoxun's face darkened instantly.

It turned out that he shouldn't have had any hope for Xue Yu.

The little widow who seemed so gentle and soft in front of him was even worse than he had imagined.

…

Xue Yu was afraid of Cheng Chi, so he didn't dare to stay in Song Raoxun's house any longer and ran away without even eating the fruit.

Ever since Cheng Chi was told implicitly that he had no money, every time they ran into each other at the door, he no longer stared at him as passionately and directly as before.

Xue Yu thought he was normal and enjoyed his leisure time. However, when he came back from the river the next day, he saw Cheng Chi standing in front of his yard waiting for him. His coarse linen clothes were soaked with sweat, his bulging muscles were shining, and he looked exhausted.

The tall and strong figure was standing there, and Xue Yu couldn't ignore him. He pretended not to know the man and put the key into the hole. Before he could turn it, Cheng Chi came over and said, "I found a job in town."

Xue Yu paused while unlocking the door, looked up at Cheng Chi, and after a long while, he pursed his lips in confusion: "...Oh."

What does it have to do with him?

Cheng Chi was tongue-tied and didn't know what to say after saying this. He just watched Xue Yu enter the ancient house.

Xue Yu forgot about Cheng Chi in the blink of an eye.

He was lazy and took a day off and didn't follow the plot. It was not until he met Song Raoxun in the bluestone alley the next day that he realized that Song Raoxun was in a bad mood.

Specifically, when he saw him, he frowned and quickened his pace, with strong disgust in his eyes, and acted strange and distant. How could he be like the obedient person when he kissed his finger that day?

What happened?

Xue Yu's eyelashes curled up, and his soft white wrist flexibly wrapped around Song Raoxun's arm. The comfortable fragrance enveloped him again. The young widow's voice was sweet and soft, and he whispered with a little grievance: "Why do you leave when you see me?"

The person leaning on his arms was so soft and weightless, pretty and soft, and looked gentle and vulnerable.

Song Raoxun prepared himself mentally several times, but his arms were still stiff when he met Xue Yu again. He pursed his lips and said in a cold tone: "I'm in a hurry to go home."

Xue Yu narrowed his eyes slightly, his tone still soft: "Then can I come with you?"

"Why?"

"I like being with you. I'm very quiet and won't disturb you."

How could this person lie so calmly?

It's obvious that you're after his money, yet you still say words like "like".

Song Raoxun's lips were pursed until they looked pale. The person on his arm was so soft and fragrant. He gently held his watery fingers together, some of which he had kissed before.

But he mercilessly pried those hands apart. Song Raoxun lowered his eyelids and slid his gaze to Xue Yu's pink little face that was so hot that it turned pink. "Sorry, I don't really like outsiders coming to my house."

Xue Yu was stunned for a few seconds, not knowing what Song Raoxun was suddenly up to. The weather was too sunny, and his shoulders were steamed pink and moist, his mouth and cheeks were red, just like a charming fairy in Liao Zhai. He put his arm around Song Raoxun again, blinked and said, "If you go a few more times, you won't be an outsider anymore. Let me come, okay?"

The young widow's usual trick is to act like a spoiled brat, and it always works.

But this time Song Raoxun was very hard-hearted: "No, I still need to look at the account book, it's inconvenient for you to be here."

"Are you sure you don't want me to go?"

"Um."

Xue Yu suddenly became annoyed. He didn't like to please someone who didn't like him. Seeing Song Raoxun like this, his face turned cold. He said "Oh" lightly and turned away.

Only Song Raoxun was left there.

Song Raoxun had a dazed expression, staring at Xue Yu's receding back, still a little dazed.

After a long while, his expression changed and he gritted his teeth slightly in anger.

Even if it's a scam, can't you be patient?

…It was obvious that he would agree if he said one more word.