The judge interrupted angrily: “Go! You two go next door and continue your ‘unfinished ghost story’; don’t interrupt our murder game!” Ye Zhengchen stood up, saying, “I have a report to catch. You guys continue playing!”
As he left, he walked to my side, placed his hands on my shoulders, leaned close, and interpreted “impure” to the fullest. “Kiddo, don’t forget to help me make the bed later!”
Everyone’s surprised and ambiguous eyes turned to me. I swallowed my words and pinched his thigh hard. He returned to the apartment, leaving me to endure everyone’s examining gazes all night.
If I had known, I wouldn’t have been soft-hearted helping him change the bedsheets and make the bed. Heaven’s sins can be forgiven, but self-inflicted sins cannot!
Author’s note: Xinxin (to her finger): Xiao Ye, was that curse directed at me? A certain Ye: No, I’m cursing the unscrupulous author! Xinxin (smiling innocently), thinking: Damn, he’s cursing me!
Just wait, you’ll have it coming!
Extras – Three Years Later
This chapter is an extra, continuing the timeline and plot from Chapter 2.
Chapters divisible by 10 (10, 20, 30…) will be extras.
Facing the intense sunlight, Ye Zhengchen stood with textbook-perfect posture, closed his right eye, aimed, and pulled the trigger, scoring ninety-nine rings in ten shots. He removed his headphones, put down the gun, and frowned.
“What’s wrong? Feeling down?” his companion Zheng Wei asked, surprised.
Ye Zhengchen casually responded with a “Hmm!” and sat on the sofa in the rest area, rubbing his throbbing temples. He was in the worst possible mood. He thought coming to the shooting range might relieve some stress, but he couldn’t concentrate while aiming.
Zheng Wei brought two cups of water, placing one on the coffee table before him. “Arguing with your old man again?”
“No. I haven’t been home in a month.”
A few young women passed by, their gaze lingering on the two distinguished men, giggling and intentionally swaying their hips. Zheng Wei glanced up a few times, while Ye Zhengchen took a sip of water, never once looking up. Women? In his younger days, he might have indulged out of boredom, but now only one woman could truly interest him.
