Translator: Dj22031
Editor: Dj22031
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Wen Shu’s gaze swept over Sun Donghong’s face for a moment before quickly returning to the You Xu family’s gate. He said calmly, “If you don’t mind the disturbance, then I’ll come to your house.”
Sun Donghong was now annoyed: “Ah Xu, who is he? Why does he need to go to your house?!”
Without even looking up, You Xu led Wen Shu away.
Sun Donghong’s face turned red and white, feeling that his words, which had just moved heaven and earth, had become nothing but farts. “If you still want to come back with me, then don’t be ambiguous with other men.”
“Wishful thinking or delusional fantasy?” Wen Shu spoke, his eyes narrowing slightly, a cold smile playing on his lips. “When did you hear her say she wanted to go back with you?”
You Xu was stunned for a moment, then looked up at him. It was truly a rare sight. She was used to his indifferent attitude, but this was the first time she had seen him so harsh and calculating.
“You!” Sun Donghong saw that although he was covered in mud and blood, he had an extraordinary temperament and looked at people with a cold eye, which was really chilling. He gritted his teeth and said, “What’s it to you?”
“Ha,” Wen Shu scoffed lightly, “What I do is none of your business.”
Sun Donghong glared at Wen Shu, noticing the empty side of his clothes, and mocked sarcastically, “Who do we have here? Turns out it’s a cripple.”
“Ah Xu, what’s the point of following a cripple? Why don’t you come back with me? My parents still miss you.”
He was clearly still thinking about the money she had left, but after the long journey, You Xu was too lazy to waste any more energy on him. She simply knocked on the door and called the servants to come out and drive Sun Donghong away.
Sun Donghong’s gaze swept between the two of them, and he suddenly said in a sarcastic tone, “I thought you were having a hard time being a widow, so why didn’t you go back? It turns out it was because of him.”
“A widow and a cripple, they are a perfect match.”
You Xu instructed the guards, “Teach him a lesson.”
“Yes, madam.”
Seeing that Wen Shu’s expression remained unchanged and that he didn’t care about the word “crippled,” she breathed a sigh of relief and went into the house with him.
No sooner had she finished instructing the servants to prepare hot water than she turned around and saw Wen Shu take out a piece of yellow paper with red runes on it. He scratched his finger and used his blood to trace the runes again, thus establishing a blood curse.
He clearly wanted to curse Sun Donghong.
Wen Shu had just made two strokes when his wrist was grabbed. He looked up and saw You Xu holding his fingers in her mouth.
His fingertips touched her soft, warm tongue, and his eyes darkened as he stared at her intently.
You Xu let go of his hand and casually said with a smile, “Don’t get hurt and bleed anymore.” Casting a blood curse would backfire on him, so it would be a loss for him.
Wen Shu was unaware that she knew about the blood curse, but he still couldn’t help feeling uneasy: “You care about him?”
“I care about you.”
She faced the light, her eyes bright and clear, looking at him with a soft and sincere voice.
Unbeknownst to Wen Shu, his eyebrows relaxed, his lips curved slightly, and he put away the yellow paper.
He Xiang walked in: “Madam, the hot water is ready.”
“Have you called the doctor?”
“He’s already on his way.”
“Alright,” You Xu said to Wen Shu, “After you have washed and changed your clothes, go see the doctor.”
After thinking for a moment, she added, “Do you need my help, or can I send a servant to help you bathe?” Seeing that he was injured and still ill, she was worried about him.
“I can do it myself.”
You Xu didn’t make things difficult for him and went to her room to take a bath herself.
Soaking in the wooden tub, the water was quite warm and steaming. The fatigue and chill in her body slowly dissipated, and she even took a moment to let 78 check her trust level.
While slurping up hot and sour noodles, 78 said, “Trust value 60, Darkness value 40.”
“60?!” You Xu exclaimed incredulously. “Is there something wrong with your system? How could it only be 60?”
She had reached 60 points last month, and then she had been stuck at that number ever since, much like the feeling of getting 60 points on a college final exam, where every extra point feels like a luxury.
After the night in the cave, the two of them were just one step away from a wedding ceremony. Their trust level needed to be at least 80, while she needed 100 to complete the task. This 60-point gap reminded her of the fear of being a poor student dominated by grades.
78 put down his chopsticks, refreshed the page, and said, “That’s right, it really is 60.”
“……” So what exactly went wrong?
This time, even taking a bath wasn’t a relaxing experience. You Xu grabbed a handful of hair, quite annoyed. After a quick wash, she got dressed and went to find Wen Shu.
As soon as the door opened, Wen Shu was seen fastening his belt, his hair wet and disheveled, his eyes as if they had been moistened by water, dark and slightly cloudy, his originally pale cheeks slightly flushed from the heat, as beautiful as peach blossoms.
Wen Shu raised an eyebrow at her: “What?”
You Xu, who had been holding a grudge, was seduced by his beautiful appearance after a bath and blurted out, “Do you have feelings for Miss Ye?”
Wen Shu sat at the table and shook his head.
You Xu sat down as well: “Then why did you allow her to get close to you before?”
Wen Shu poured himself a cup of tea, took a small sip, and moistened his throat: “Because of radishes.”
“……”
He put down his teacup and said casually, “Miss Ye’s stir-fried radish is very similar to what my sister used to make.”
You Xu was startled, and a sharp pain shot through her heart.
How much despair must he have endured to speak of those unbearable past events in such a calm tone? His parents died early, and he and his sister depended on each other until he was ten years old, when his sister also passed away.
The villagers only said he was a jinx and a menace, but they didn’t know what he had suffered for it.
He longed for the family affection that ordinary families could have. He should have grown up with family affection, but at that age he suffered unbearable pain and experienced setbacks.
No wonder that in the timeline, he didn’t like Ye Lingling, but still left the monastic life to marry her, simply because of the flesh and blood in her womb, and because of that little bit of longing for family affection.
You Xu gripped the teacup tightly, speechless.
Wen Shu suddenly asked, “And you, do you like him?”
He couldn’t help but feel bothered. When You Xu went to take a bath earlier, he used her birth date and time to perform a divination and found that she and Sun Donghong were destined to be together. Of course, without Sun Donghong’s birth date and time, the divination might not be accurate, but it was enough for him to feel a certain emotion— jealousy.
It felt like tiny pebbles getting into his blood vessels, constantly rubbing against him and causing pain as the blood flowed, making him feel uncomfortable all over.
Meeting his earnest gaze, You Xu suddenly felt like kindergarten children exchanging candy, you exchange your blueberry flavor for mine, I exchange mine for your watermelon flavor.
No wonder he answered so honestly; he had probably wanted to trick her into revealing more information.
“You like him?” Seeing You Xu hesitate, there was a subtle emotion in his tone.
“Of course not,” You Xu said decisively.
Wen Shu frowned and then relaxed as a warm palm covered the back of his hand.
He looked up and saw her eyes crinkle into a smile as she softly said, word by word, “Master, I said—”
“It doesn’t matter if you’re missing an arm. I’ll hold you tight and never let go.”
Wen Shu’s eyelashes trembled slightly. He took her hand in return and said in a deep voice with dark eyes, “You Xu, I will take it seriously.”
So no matter what happens in the future, you can’t let go, and I won’t allow you to let go either.
You are mine.
I have heard of this technique belonging to one person.
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You Xu, holding a test paper with a score of 60, said to Wen Shu, “I want 100.”
Wen Shu remained calm and composed, and said fairly and impartially, “Cheating is not allowed.”
She allowed him to throw himself into her arms, watching him silently.
“…” Wen Shu said, “I think you can get ten thousand.”
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