My Stepbrother Is a Little Pitiful (ChatGPT Translated)

☆ Chapter 87. Envious Sea, Envious Sea

Chapter 86. Jealousy, Jealousy

"You don't need to speak," Cheng Songer whispered.

As soon as she finished speaking, the horsewoman came out with a bowl of water and said, "Since you've bought the carriage, I don't need this hay anymore. Take it, and I'll help you load it."

"No need!" Cheng Songer instinctively tightened the reins. "I have urgent matters to attend to. I'll come to your house to pick it up after I finish loading the goods."

The horsewoman nodded, touched the old horse's head, and said sadly, "Alright, go."

Cheng Songer hurriedly urged Qinyu out of the city. When they reached a deserted path, she stopped the carriage.

She lifted the curtain and saw Qinyu huddled in a corner, with a dirty face mixed with dried blood and scars on his forehead and corners of his eyes.

The harsh light shone in, and Qinyu saw the desolate scenery outside the window. In an instant, he recalled his experiences of being sold and betrayed repeatedly. He had just escaped from one dangerous situation and entered another. Now, in this desolate place, he had nowhere to run.

Qinyu looked at Cheng Songer anxiously and warily, like a frightened little fox.

Cheng Songer didn't know that in just a moment, Qinyu had already imagined so many terrible scenarios. She simply made way for her and said, "Go."

Qinyu's eyes showed a hint of surprise. "You. . . don't you want to keep me?"

Cheng Songer looked puzzled. "Why would I want to keep you? I heard that you just escaped from the Xing family. Don't hesitate, hurry and leave. You don't want to go back to the Yihong Pavilion, do you?"

Qinyu shook her head firmly. "I never want to go back to that place in my life."

"Then it's settled. Hurry and go." Seeing his disheveled appearance, Cheng Songer took out some money and handed it to him. "You don't seem to have any money on you. Although it's not much, it can at least help you for a while. Take it, consider it my act of kindness. From now on, hide your identity and don't let the Xing family find you."

Qinyu's pupils suddenly contracted, and his heart was filled with mixed emotions. He never expected that Cheng Songer, whom he had always considered a villain, would be the only person who genuinely wanted to save him.

"Thank you," Qinyu stammered.

"Don't mention it," Cheng Songer said. "Keep the money safe. I have to go home now. My husband is waiting for me."

Upon hearing that Cheng Songer was leaving, Qinyu's recently relaxed heart instantly tightened again.

In front of him, this woman was the only good person who saved him in his seventeen years of life but didn't want anything from him in return.

If he left her, what would his future be like? Qin Liu didn't dare to think about it.

In the past, he at least had a good appearance to survive. But now he was a disfigured monster, with no family, no friends, and nowhere to stay.

With just this little money, how long could he survive? Moreover, the world was chaotic, and it was not easy for him to encounter a good person like Cheng Songer. He had to hold onto her tightly.

". . . Can I go home with you?" Qin Liu gathered his courage, knelt in front of her, and pleaded.

Cheng Songer looked troubled. "The Xing family and the people from the Yihong Pavilion are looking for you everywhere. Besides, my husband is a sensitive person. If I bring a man back, he will definitely think too much. I don't want to make him sad."