My Stepbrother Is a Little Pitiful (ChatGPT Translated)

☆ Chapter 48. Chapter 47. Hidden worries begin to emerge. Hidden worries begin t

Chapter 47. Hidden Worries Begin to Emerge

Since Lin Yuxiu's last visit, for the next three days, he liked to come to Cheng Songer's house whenever he had nothing to do. He called it chatting between men and talking about daily life. In reality, his gaze never left Cheng Songer.

This forced Cheng Songer to find an excuse to go into the mountains to gather herbs and hunt as soon as she saw him coming.

Not only that, he often brought things with him, sometimes rare snacks and treats from the village, sometimes rare and good fabrics.

But Cheng Qingzhi didn't care about any of these things. He refused everything he could refuse and immediately threw away the things he couldn't refuse, like pastries, after Lin Yuxiu left.

That day, in order to avoid Lin Yuxiu, she went into the mountains early and only returned home at dinner time.

As soon as she pushed open the door, she heard laughter inside. He hadn't left yet.

"Songer sister is back!" Lin Yuxiu stood up, smiling and approaching her, taking the basket behind her.

He kept asking concerned questions, "Are you tired after a day in the mountains? Sit down quickly, let me pour you a glass of water."

Those familiar actions made one think that he was the master of this house.

Cheng Qingzhi lagged behind, his eyes flashing a hint of coldness as he watched Lin Yuxiu's back.

"I'm here, it's fine. Yuxiu, after all, you are a guest, there's no need to do this," Cheng Qingzhi snatched the water bottle from him before he could, and said coldly.

Lin Yuxiu raised an eyebrow and smiled, "What guest or not guest? I've known Songer sister for so many years, there's no need to be so formal. Isn't that right, Songer sister?"

Cheng Qingzhi also looked at her.

Cheng Songer's heart skipped a beat and she awkwardly smiled, "Let my brother handle this kind of thing, no need to trouble you."

Lin Yuxiu felt a bit disappointed. He glanced at Cheng Qingzhi, whose lips were slightly curved, his eyes full of unknown meaning.

"It's getting late, if you don't go back soon, Uncle Xu might be worried," Cheng Songer tactfully expressed that he should leave.

Lin Yuxiu pursed his lips and smiled, "Thank you for your concern, Songer sister."

Cheng Songer: Why would I care about you?

"But I still have a lot to say to Qingzhi gege. . . I'm going back to Liu Family Village tomorrow." His tone was somewhat low.

Cheng Songer was about to burst into laughter.

"Before leaving, I want to give you all some gifts."

"No need, no need." Cheng Songer quickly refused.

Lin Yuxiu smiled slightly, "Don't worry, Songer jiejie, it's not something valuable. I've been visiting your house for a while now and have given Qingzhi gege many things, but I haven't given you anything. . ."

He lowered his head and took out a clean white handkerchief from his pocket. The handkerchief was embroidered with a clear bamboo stalk.

"I absolutely cannot accept this." Cheng Songer was scared and kept stepping back.

Just kidding, in ancient times, when a man gave a handkerchief, it was like giving a hairpin or sachet. It was a token of affection.

Cheng Qingzhi's face immediately turned cold, but before he could speak, he heard Lin Yuxiu laugh.