154: Chapter 153: I Think His Chinese is Not Bad 154: Chapter 153: I Think His Chinese is Not Bad Though Li Shishi had already given him a clear hint before, Song Yun was still deeply shocked when Hua Qingcheng spoke those four words.
It turned out that this girl had liked him all along since they were kids.
No wonder he had never seen her bully any other boys; brother here was receiving special treatment.
“That…” Song Yun felt that it was necessary to stand up and say something at this time, like ‘I like you too’, or ‘Let me think it over’, or even the classic ‘You’re a good person’.
“You don’t need to give me an answer, I don’t want to know right now,” Hua Qingcheng said with resolute eyes.
“I just wanted you to know, that’s all.
I’m going back to the sect soon, so…” “Please take care of yourself.
I don’t want the next time I see you to be in the burial ground behind the hill.”
The sect’s territory was vast, and the hill behind was the most sacred place within the sect.
Everyone buried there had been utterly loyal to the sect.
Song Yun didn’t know whether he would ever be buried there, but if he had the choice he would rather find a place outside.
Just think, it would be terribly uncomfortable to lie lonely among a bunch of old men and women, better to occupy a plot outside and stay cozy in a single room by himself.
“I’m leaving; you should stay here and heal properly.
Don’t push yourself so hard in the future,” Hua Qingcheng said with a graceful smile.
“I’m looking forward to you coming back to visit over the New Year.”
Song Yun watched Hua Qingcheng leave the hospital room and felt utterly bored lying in the bed alone.
He moved his arm and felt no pain in his back where the wound was, so he took the initiative to suggest going home to recuperate.
Although the doctor was adamant that Song Yun should stay in the hospital for observation, Song Yun was determined to leave, otherwise, he’d get so bored he might end up flirting with the beautiful nurses in the hospital.
After completing the discharge procedures and having Zhao Yan pick him up, Song Yun lit a cigarette in the car and took a comfortable draw, saying, “It’s so much better outside.
They wouldn’t even let me smoke in the hospital; I almost suffocated.”
“The people from Thief Sect have brought the goods,” Zhao Yan commented flatly while driving.
“It’s up to you now how to proceed.
That old man from Thief Sect is quite the character, I quite appreciate his art of conversation.”
“Hahaha, if you like him so much I might just let him be your assistant,” Song Yun joked.
“Those bad guys on TV always seem to have the habit of keeping a journal—looks like it’s true.
They managed to get their hands on the very thing I wanted with just one move.
Have you looked through the notebook yet?”
“I’ve looked at it, and…” Zhao Yan’s face changed slightly as he spoke.
“Most of what’s written inside is about Dong Linze and his mistress’ bedroom affairs, in very detailed description.
I think he must be quite good at Chinese.”
“Damn, is that a pornographic notebook?” Song Yun exclaimed, shocked.
Before getting his hands on it, Song Yun had estimated all the contents of the notebook in his mind, expecting to find instances of bribery, neglect of official duty for personal gain, and maybe even keeping mistresses on the side.
But he never expected the damn notebook to be filled with Dong Linze’s bedroom escapades.
“Is the writing any good?” Song Yun asked Zhao Yan with a suggestive eyebrow raise and a smirk.
“As a virgin like you, reading that must make you feel hot all over and dry in the mouth, right?
Do you need me to find a girl to let off some steam?
Don’t worry, I’ll give you a big red envelope afterward.”
“Relax, I won’t die from holding it in for a while,” Zhao Yan said with annoyance.
“My affairs are none of your business.
You should take care of your own matters inside that courtyard of yours.
As far as I know, you haven’t made any progress with any of those ladies?”
Although Zhao Yan often exchanged banter with Song Yun and the others, everyone knew that he was the most conservative among the group.
Perhaps it was related to having been hurt by a girl during puberty; he’s been single ever since.
“That…” Song Yun scratched his head awkwardly.
“I’m aiming for a Platonic kind of love; you worldly people wouldn’t understand.”
“Hmph, if you’re no good, just say so.
I know of several sturdy fellows, but I can only help you with kidney tonics, not cure kidney deficiency or premature ejaculation,” Zhao Yan said with a wicked look.
“Boss, it’s been so long, I’m starting to wonder if there’s something wrong with you; you don’t have any of that international style.”
“That…
Let’s start with a relationship on a spiritual level first,” Song Yun said, noticing that the car had stopped in front of the courtyard.
He hurriedly jumped out of the car.
“I might have to go out in a few days, so make sure you manage things at home.”
“Damn it, all of you go out to have fun and leave me all alone at home to watch the house,” Zhao Yan complained, turning the car around and driving away.
Song Yun pushed open the door and found no one at home.
Just as he was about to go find something to eat, the sound of running water, faint but unmistakable, drew him towards it.
Someone was taking a shower in the bathroom next to the living room, but with the steam, it wasn’t clear who it was.
Song Yun peeked for a long time and only caught a vague glimpse of the body’s silhouette before withdrawing.
One can’t always be such a rascal, and after all, spying on someone bathing is extremely unethical.
Song Yun considered himself a gentleman with no interest in such acts, hence he discreetly opened the door and took a picture with the camera on his phone.
With a good phone comes high resolution, capturing the whole scene inside perfectly.
As for whom it was, he would know soon enough.
Song Yun casually tossed his phone on the table, grabbed an apple from the fridge, and lounged on the sofa.
Now that was the life—not even an emperor could tempt him away from this comfort.
As Song Yun idly flipped through TV channels, the woman from the bath emerged.
Song Yun twisted his head to see the unforgettable sight: it was Xiao Qing, wrapped in a thin towel that highlighted her perfect, sensual curves.
Perhaps due to the towel’s short length, it failed to fully cover her, revealing her lush figure, fair and plump, sending one’s heart racing.
Had it been just the explosive figure, it might have been enough, but Xiao Qing, still flushing from her bath, looked exceptionally cute, creating a contrast that suddenly made Song Yun’s blood boil, almost ready to pounce like a starving tiger.
“Song…
Senior Brother Song, there was a problem with my home’s plumbing, so I came here to use the bathroom,” Xiao Qing explained.
She and Sister Qingluan had gone to great lengths to entertain visitors from their hometown—having to call upon all their skills to escape unscathed.
More importantly, after running around and sweating all day, her own pipes had broken and the property management said they wouldn’t be fixed until evening.
That’s why she had come over to borrow the courtyard.
She never expected to step out of the bath to find Song Yun looking her over with a lecherous grin, his eyes so green it was frightening.
“Xiaoqing, if anyone says your figure isn’t good, you tell me, Senior Brother Song, and see if I don’t smash their mouth,” Song Yun casually said while munching on his apple.
“Looking at those proportions, that figure, ah…
placed in ancient times you’d be Su Daji, no, you surpass Su Daji.”
“Senior Brother Song, please stop teasing me,” Xiao Qing shyly said with a blushing face.
“Are you okay after what happened with the Assassin?
Why would someone want to kill you?”
Seeing Xiao Qing’s cheeks puff up in anger, Song Yun laughed and replied, “Who knows, it seems I’m just too handsome and make people jealous.”
“Senior Brother Song, I’ll go to Sister Qingluan’s room to change and then come back to see you,” Xiao Qing said before scampering out of the living room.
Song Yun lit a cigarette and mumbled, “Life is such a pain.
If you’re lucky, you live a life like Emperor Qi Tian; if not, you’re stuck with just three acres of barren land.
With all these beautiful girls around me, I must be one of the lucky ones.”
“Senior Brother Song, are you hungry?” Xiao Qing, now dressed in her casual clothes, asked as she entered the living room.
Song Yun, seeing Xiao Qing’s attire, could hardly control himself.
What was it they said again?
Oh, right—a woman who knows how to dress is far more attractive than one with nothing on at all.
Xiao Qing, in her skintight shorts that showcased her long, white legs and a thin navy shirt that accentuated her firm, ample rear and slender, fit midriff with smooth skin exposed, left him speechless.
Dabbing away drool that almost hit the sofa, Song Yun said, “Come, come, Little Qingqing, sit next to me, and let’s chat for a bit.”
Perhaps Song Yun’s true favorite was this girl-next-door.
When asked to sit by him, she did so without a trace of ulterior motives—unlike what might have happened with Li Shishi, who would likely respond with mocking, or Qingluan, who might just roll her eyes and ignore him.
Xiao Qing settled beside Song Yun, batting her large eyes and asked, “What shall we talk about, Senior Brother Song?”
“Have you girls decided where to go for the October holiday?
It’s almost here, and if you don’t pick a place soon, I’m going to take off on my own,” Song Yun shamelessly grinned.
“Sister Shishi wants to go to DL, and Sister Qingluan wants to go to XA.
They’re still mediating, so they probably won’t have an answer for you anytime soon,” Xiao Qing said with a giggle behind her hand.
“Where do you want to go, Senior Brother Song?”
“I can go anywhere; it mainly depends on you girls.
Where do you want to go, Xiaoqing?
Tell Senior Brother Song, and I’ll make sure your wish is fulfilled,” Song Yun said, slapping his chest proudly.
After all, she had brought him so much benefit today; it was only right to satisfy her desires.
The fifth update, a big 3000-words chapter, is here.
I had a fever and was on IV drips all day today.
The weather has been really unstable recently, brothers, be sure to take care of your health!
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