My Stepbrother Is a Little Pitiful (ChatGPT Translated)

☆ 25. Chapter 24. The Jealous Little Pitiful One

Chapter 24: The Jealous and Pitiful One

"I'll tell you the truth. The matchmaker and the steward have already talked to my father. This marriage has been settled, and tomorrow, the Liu family will send the dowry."

Lin Yuxiu's eyes revealed a calm and sharp satisfaction. "Go back and tell Cheng Qingzhi that if he wants to ruin me, he won't even have a chance."

Cheng Songer looked at him, unable to distinguish right from wrong due to jealousy. After a moment of silence, she said, "Then congratulations to you."

"You're not angry?" Lin Yuxiu looked at her.

Cheng Songer smiled faintly, "Why should I be angry?"

"You don't. . ." He hesitated.

"What?"

"Forget it." Lin Yuxiu clearly wanted to say something more, but it seemed like something was blocking his throat, and he ultimately didn't say it.

Lin Yuxiu had to admit that he had a favorable impression of Cheng Songer.

That initial deliberate torment of Cheng Qingzhi gradually transformed along with Cheng Songer's change in character, and he began to uncontrollably pay attention to her every move.

But he always felt like an outsider, unable to integrate into her life.

Moreover, Cheng Songer's family background was not as good as his.

This vague sense of fondness seemed insignificant in the face of the upcoming prosperous life.

As heavy snow fell, landing on her shoulders and eyelashes.

Her eyes trembled slightly, and the thin snow on her eyelashes shook off. The wet crow-like eyelashes were as black and shiny as the tail of a fish in water. She silently looked at him, brighter and gentler than the moonlight in the sky.

Lin Yuxiu blinked, a indescribable feeling of regret and melancholy condensed in his heart. "I will marry into that family before the new year. . ."

"Wishing you happiness," she said, her voice devoid of any emotion.

"I know you're not happy." He gently brushed away the snowflakes on her shoulder, and the fallen strands of black hair caught his fingers. His hand paused for a moment, then quickly withdrew.

". . . . . ." Cheng Songer was at a loss, why would she be unhappy?

To be honest, the thought of having one less person targeting Cheng Qingzhi in the future made her genuinely happy.

As for Lin Yuxiu, if he was determined to jump into the fire pit, she couldn't persuade him otherwise. There was no need to rush to be a good person.

"There isn't much medicine left at home, only these. Take them, Songer, and give them to Qingzhi. If it's not enough, I'll borrow some from another family," Uncle Xu came out with the medicine.

Cheng Songer expressed her gratitude, "That's enough, thank you, Uncle Xu."

"Don't mention it," Uncle Xu smiled and said, "Hurry back and apply the medicine to Qingzhi."

Cheng Songer thanked him again and left.

As soon as she entered her own courtyard, she saw a slender figure leaning against the door frame. Half of his face was hidden in the shadows, revealing a pair of trembling eyes. His fingertips were gripping the edge of the door frame, leaving some residual scratches. A faint shade of red emerged from between his fingers.

"Why did you come out? Didn't I tell you to stay inside?"

"Songer, I. . . I didn't go out. I was inside the house," his hand nervously gripped the door frame, even his shadow looked frail.