My Stepbrother Is a Little Pitiful (ChatGPT Translated)

☆ Chapter 6. Helping the poor seek revenge, helping the poor seek revenge.

Chapter 6. Helping the poor seek revenge

Cheng Qingzhi stumbled and said, "I went to the mountain to gather firewood and accidentally got scratched."

Cheng Songer glanced at the kitchen and said, "Is that so? But I see the same amount of firewood in the kitchen as when I left."

"After I got scratched, I hurried back and forgot about the firewood. . . I will continue to gather firewood tomorrow. . ." Cheng Qingzhi's tone became more panicked, his thin shoulders trembling slightly. In the past, he would never dare to lie to her, but today the person who bullied him was Liu Su.

In the past, he had suffered because of the other party's meddling and twisting of right and wrong, and the painful memories in front of the ancestral hall were deeply engraved in his heart. He was afraid that if he told Cheng Songer, Liu Su would continue to twist the truth, and he would suffer the same torment again.

Although he knew that Cheng Songer had changed a lot during this time, no longer hitting or scolding him, and even showing a hint of concern for him, he was still afraid. He selfishly wanted Cheng Songer to remain gentle like this forever, without anyone breaking the hard-earned peaceful life.

"If you're injured, don't go to the mountain. Wait for me to rest and I'll go gather the firewood," Cheng Songer could tell that he had something on his mind, but she deliberately concealed it. However, she knew that this was Cheng Qingzhi's burden, and he had to say it himself. Pressuring him would only make him more afraid.

"I bought a bag of salt from outside. From now on, you don't have to scrape salt from the saltwood. Besides, the salt produced by that wood doesn't taste good," Cheng Songer handed him a big bag of salt.

"Um. . ." Cheng Qingzhi's heart was pounding heavily because he had lied. He hadn't recovered from it yet, and his beautiful eyes drooped slightly.

He took the bag of salt to the kitchen, while Cheng Songer picked up the hunting net hanging in the main hall, preparing to catch geese under the cover of night.

As she was about to leave with a pile of nets and tools, she happened to run into Cheng Qingzhi.

Under the night sky, his beautiful eyes were particularly captivating, especially the teardrop mole below his left eye, which was enchanting like spring water. Even his plain clothes couldn't hide his beauty.

"Where are you going?" Cheng Qingzhi leaned against the door, nervously clasping his fingers together.

"When I went to Liu's village this morning, I saw a pair of lonely geese and planned to catch them and sell them to Lord Liu's house."

Cheng Qingzhi's face turned pale, and he looked at Cheng Songer with a timid gaze.

He was worried that lying to her about his injury would make her resentful, and he was afraid that the malicious slander from other men would make her look down on him even more.

When he saw Cheng Songer's hand clenched into a fist, his whole heart tightened, and a cold sensation spread throughout his body.

Cheng Songer didn't pay attention to what Cheng Qingzhi was thinking. Her entire focus was on the gossiping man in front of her.

"Damn it, why are these men so foul-mouthed!"

"I heard that Cheng Songer was planning to sell this slut. It made things easier for the men in our village. Finally, we don't have to be on guard against this vixen. Who knows, sigh. . ."

"Who knows, maybe that slut has also deceived Cheng Songer. After all, doesn't he often linger at Qinlou Chuguan? Being alone with such a vixen, who knows, heh. . ."