Everyone Hates My Frail Body.

Chapter 6: Frail Body

Chapter 6: Frail Body 6

As soon as he got out of school that afternoon, Song Qie asked the driver to take him to the barber shop because he wanted to dye his hair.

He had initially intended to invite Lu Beihuai to come along with him.

"Master, I have to go to work part-time, so I may not be able to accompany you," Lu Beihuai replied, holding the car door but not getting inside.

Song Qie frowned at the unexpected response. "What part-time job do you have?"

Lu Beihuai looked a bit surprised that Song Qie even cared to ask. Normally, he would just ignore him and leave after school, never bothering to ask if he wanted to get in the car before letting the driver drive away. "I want to make some money."

Now, Song Qie was even more curious—not just about what part-time job Lu Beihuai was doing, but why he felt the need to work. His sister hadn’t gone into detail about the plot of the novel before.

"What do you need the money for? Do you want to leave me?" he blurted out, and then fell silent, surprised by his own words. Why did he phrase it that way?

"My father is sick, and I want to earn some money for his medical expenses so that he doesn’t have to work so hard," Lu Beihuai explained. He looked at Song Qie and noticed the concern in his gaze. His guess was confirmed when he added, "I won’t leave the young master."

This idiot might be in love with me.

The thought crossed Song Qie's mind, probably because he saved Lu Beihuai.

When Lu Beihuai suddenly smiled tenderly and said those words, Song Qie's ears flushed with heat. He instinctively reached out to close the car door in panic, but Lu Beihuai bent down, getting too close for comfort.

His heartbeat quickened. ...This is too close; he doesn’t like it when people invade his personal space.

What is this all about?!

With a 'click', the seatbelt was fastened.

Lu Beihuai pulled back, standing by the door. "You forgot to fasten your seatbelt. I’ll leave you now."

If Song Qie really liked him, how far could he go in executing his plan to take everything away from Song Qie?

Song Qie opened his mouth to say something, but he saw Lu Beihuai close the car door for him and turn to leave.

“……Really? I haven’t even asked him how much he earns each month from his part-time job.”

Wait, Lu Beihuai's father is sick? If so, Song Qie's biological father is also sick, which is troubling. He needs to intervene quickly to figure out what's going on.

The information he currently had was too sparse to advance the plot effectively. He had to devise a way to reveal his identity to Lu Beihuai as soon as possible.

As night fell, the lights in the luxurious Song family manor flickered on.

"Hey, Master, dye your hair back to black! It looks so cute this way," his aunt exclaimed as she approached him as soon as he entered the villa.

Before he could respond, her compliments made his ears turn red. Feeling a mix of embarrassment and warmth, he touched his ears and replied, “...I just want to dye it back. I want to study hard.”

Oh, why is she being so direct? It’s making me feel awkward.

His aunt noticed how much his temperament had improved recently. Previously, he had been so irritable that even a few words exchanged felt like a ticking bomb.