My Stepbrother Is a Little Pitiful (ChatGPT Translated)

☆ Chapter 72. Chapter 71. Small Landlord, Small Landlord

Chapter 71. Little Landlord, Little Landlord

". . . . . ." Cheng Songer was extremely shocked, thinking that she had misheard. But looking at Cheng Qingzhi's intense and sincere gaze, every word he spoke was filled with earnestness.

Imprisonment play?

No, it's not possible, it's too extreme (JJ won't allow it).

No man would really want to be locked up, right?

If given the chance, they would all want to secretly escape, break free from the shackles of handcuffs, and live freely and unrestrained.

Why is it that when it comes to Cheng Qingzhi, he is rushing to put shackles on her?

Like a pitiful stray dog, taking the initiative to pick up the collar, nudging her hand with his head, and making pleading whimpers in his throat, begging her to keep him captive?

"Is it okay?" Cheng Qingzhi asked her again, holding her hand tightly.

Looking at his hopeful eyes, overflowing with earnestness, Cheng Songer suddenly felt that if she were to refuse him, she would become the guilty one.

"What is written in those plays is wrong, don't learn from those people," Cheng Songer caressed the raised mark on his throat, where the evidence of their recent intimacy still remained.

A faint peach-colored tooth mark.

Cheng Qingzhi's expression instantly dimmed, as if he had suffered a great grievance, and his fingertip's Adam's apple trembled slightly.

If he had a dog's tail, it would definitely droop on the ground at this moment, with a pair of damp, droopy dog eyes pitifully staring at her.

A sense of inexplicable guilt surged in Cheng Songer's heart as she rubbed his soft earlobe and said, "From now on, you are my husband, the master of the house. You will need to manage all the matters in the main and side chambers. If I were to lock you up, who would help me with these things? I can't go find other men, can I?"

"No!" As soon as he heard the mention of other men, Cheng Qingzhi instantly became alert.

He became like a watchdog that had sensed danger, raising his ears and his gaze suddenly becoming fierce and sharp, scanning the surroundings.

"Well then," Cheng Songer chuckled softly, "stop thinking about confining yourself all the time."

Cheng Qingzhi lowered his head, his forehead lightly resting on her shoulder: "I understand."

Cheng Songer kissed him: "Pack up, let's go back."

The new house has just been cleaned, and there are still many things that haven't been completed. It is temporarily uninhabitable, and Chengjia Village still hides her more than 1000 jin of grain. She can't rest assured.

Cheng Qingzhi nodded: "Okay."

The two of them packed up their things and put the 30 jin of grain they brought with them in the clay pot left by Aunt Li, buried under the phoenix tree, and then left.

Just as they had just walked outside the city gate, they suddenly heard a group of people excitedly discussing something.

She walked over and listened, it turned out that the imperial court's disaster relief grain was about to arrive.

The imperial court had started disaster relief, so her more than 1000 jin of grain was just plain grain. After a brief moment of disappointment, Cheng Songer quickly adjusted her mindset.

She had earned quite a bit of money because of this famine. She didn't know how many people had died in this famine, so she should be content to be alive.