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Ouyang Zhirou and Lin Mu Xi, upon hearing this, would have blushed in the past, but now they remained calm, perhaps immune to such remarks after hearing them too many times, or maybe their hunger had taken over their thoughts, leaving only food on their minds. Personally, I believed the latter was more likely.
Before long, the three of us managed to finish off an entire hen. Most of it was consumed by the two girls; I hardly ate much. At that moment, I found it curious how such a large hen could be devoured by two seemingly small girls. How could they fit so much food in their stomachs?
"Grandma, your stewed hen is delicious!"
"Yes, yes! Grandma, when can you make it again? I didn’t eat enough!"
Hearing this, Grandma laughed heartily. "Alright, if you want to eat, just tell me, and I’ll make it for you!"
"Eat, eat! I didn’t even get a bite!" Grandpa complained from the side. Listening to his grumbling made us all burst into laughter.
In the afternoon, Hu Yao came over to visit me for a while. As soon as we met, we started hurling insults at each other. While Ouyang Zhirou and Lin Mu Xi might argue without any foul language, when it came to Hu Yao and me, we unleashed a torrent of colorful curses at one another.
The girls sat on the sofa watching us with amusement as one munched on an apple and the other on a fragrant pear.
By the time we were done cursing each other out, we were both laughing heartily.
"You guys are so childish," one of them remarked.
"Boring," the other added.
They thought we might end up fighting given how heated our exchange was, but in the end, we just laughed.
"You don’t understand anything! I wouldn’t dare say that unless I wanted to lose my ears," I retorted.
After some contemplation, Hu Yao finally mustered the courage to share something he deemed important. "Zhao Lun, I need to confess something."
"Confess? What did you do? Did you spit in my water cup? Did you ruin my game account? Or did you smear menthol oil on my toilet paper?" I exclaimed. "No wonder last time after using the school restroom my backside felt like it was on fire!"
Hu Yao’s face darkened instantly. "Do you really think I’m the kind of person who would do that?"
Without thinking twice, I answered with a simple "yes."
"Hahahahaha!" Ouyang Zhirou and Lin Mu Xi nearly choked with laughter on the sofa.
"No! I didn’t do that! What I meant to say is that I’m actually someone your dad arranged to protect you. My family isn’t just some small construction company; to put it simply, I'm your bodyguard—my dad is too."
"What!" Hearing this made me jump up in shock, but thankfully Hu Yao reacted quickly and pushed me back down onto the bed.
"You... you... I... I..." My words stumbled as a whirlwind of emotions flooded through me. No wonder he could handle multiple opponents effortlessly back then; no wonder I kept running into him wherever I went.
Seeing me lost in thought, Hu Yao was momentarily at a loss for words. It wasn't his fault for keeping things hidden; Zhao Changsheng had told him directly, and he had no choice but to act accordingly.
Oh, how foolish can you be? The night you got shot, he called your dad Old Zhao while talking on the phone, and he even took the ambulance without you knowing. With a friend like that, what kind of expression are you wearing?
After being scolded by Ouyang Zhirou, I finally realized—why did I walk into such a dead end? Whether he was involved or not, my relationship with him hadn't been affected at all. Just as Ouyang Zhirou said, getting shot must have scrambled my brain.
You've kept this from me for so long; once I'm discharged, you have to treat me to a good meal.
Hearing my outburst, Hu Yao's mood lifted considerably. Shouldn't it be you treating me instead?
Hahaha!
I spent the entire afternoon in laughter. Time flew by, and before I knew it, evening had arrived. Ouyang Zhirou and Lin Mu Xi reluctantly took their leave. If it weren't for the fact that only one bed could fit in this room, they would have definitely brought in two beds to keep me company. Hu Yao had left long before they did.
Tonight, it's Old Zhao who will bring me dinner, right?
Just as I pondered who would deliver my meal tonight, a series of knocks sounded at the door.
When I saw who entered, I noted his short stature and round belly; he was quite portly. I couldn't think of any better words to describe him other than "fat."
However, looking at the decorations on his body, I realized that even Old Zhao would definitely scold him for showing off!
The adornments he wore could easily amount to a small fortune—perhaps even more.
"Hello, is this Zhao Lun? I am Wang Ju'en's father, Wang Shang. I've come from Maomao and hope to not disturb you too much."
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