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The man, splashed with a bucket of cold water, didn’t seem disheartened. He laughed as he rolled over from Liu Ya's side and teased, “Who was it that poured the water? From the back, they looked quite graceful.”
Ye Ya smiled gently, climbing onto his upper body and lightly tapping his lips. “Calm down, that was the last seed left by my late husband. He’s my only relative, so don’t get any ideas about him.”
The man grinned lewdly, taking her hand. “Oh come on, dear sister, I’m just fond of that sort! Name your price; how much silver for me to buy him?”
Liu Ya covered her mouth with a laugh, glancing at him sideways. “He’s not an option. He’s been mentally unstable since childhood; it looks like he’s sick here.” She pointed to her temple. “He has a terrible temper, and if he suddenly lashes out, you might find yourself missing something.”
The man frowned. “What a shame! With such a handsome face, he turns out to be dim-witted. I thought he was a Kun Ze!”
Hearing this, the woman laughed uncontrollably. “If he were a Kun Ze, would you even get to see him? He’d have been snatched away long ago.”
Kun Ze are rare and in high demand among the wealthy and powerful; as soon as there’s news of one, thieves who make a living by abducting Kun Ze would come from far and wide.
“True enough,” the man conceded.
With that, he leaned back over the woman’s body once more.
Ye Chen hadn’t slept well all night. When he woke up in the morning, dark circles shadowed his eyes.
When he awoke, Liu Ya had already prepared breakfast and was sitting at a low table in the yard. Ye Chen pursed his lips and silently watched her.
He lowered his head and poked at the vegetable meatballs in his bowl until they were mushy, wishing they were the heads of those two shameless people from last night.
“Ye Chen.”
Liu Ya put down her chopsticks and smiled gently at Ye Chen, her poised demeanor completely contrasting with the character she played in last night's romantic film.
Ye Chen tightened his grip on the chopsticks, a vein throbbing on his forehead. He felt an overwhelming urge to spit out a barrage of curses. “What’s wrong with you? Even if you’re dead, can’t you at least consider the occasion when you’re with someone else? Do you have to do it right next to my room? I’m still a minor; don’t you have any shame?”
In reality, Ye Chen didn’t dare to voice his anger.
Right now, he relied on Liu Ya for food. With the chaos outside, he was grateful to have even a single meal. Until he found a way out, he couldn’t afford to make things too ugly.
Liu Ya was his father’s second wife, and she treated him decently enough—at least she hadn’t let him starve. But as long as she wasn’t doing these things at night to secure food for the next day, he would be more satisfied.
But… what could a woman like her really do?
With that thought, Ye Chen lowered his head again, but soon raised it back up, looking at her coldly. “What’s the matter?”
Under someone else's roof, one must bow their head. He depended on her for food, so he couldn’t afford to truly lose his temper.
Liu Ya squinted her eyes, studying him with a half-smile. Ever since that kid fell into the river two years ago, he had become much smarter and started opposing her on many things.
Since that old man passed away six months ago, the boy had stopped pretending. His murky eyes had cleared up; he no longer seemed afraid of her kicking him out.
Since he wanted to tear off this facade, she would oblige him.
Liu Ya pushed her empty bowl in front of Ye Chen and smiled sweetly as she said, "I'm tired. Can you wash all the dishes from today?"
Ye Chen was taken aback. After enduring a night of high-decibel noise pollution, now he had to wash her dishes? Who was really more exhausted here?
Damn it, life was becoming unbearable.
As if she couldn't see the veins on Ye Chen's forehead threatening to burst, Liu Ya brushed her hair back and added, "Oh, and could you also wash my blanket and dirty clothes from yesterday?"
Yesterday's blanket, yesterday's dirty clothes...
In a daze, Ye Chen recalled the disgusting sounds from the previous day, and a chill ran down his spine. He shuddered involuntarily.
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