115: Chapter 114 Catching the Adulterer 115: Chapter 114 Catching the Adulterer The two people left, but Song Yun felt a crisis was approaching because his Little Song Yun was poking straight into Li Shishi’s smooth cheek.
Just one bite from Li Shishi and his happiness for the rest of his life would be gone.
Song Yun lifted the blanket awkwardly and said, “They left.”
“Hmm,” Li Shishi said with her face red like a ripe apple.
“Be more careful next time, I’m going back to my room now.”
“Don’t go, we’re not done here,” Song Yun said anxiously.
“Qingluan might still be waiting at the door.
If she catches you, all our efforts will be in vain.”
“What should we do then?” Li Shishi turned around and glared at Song Yun.
“Are you saying let that ugly thing keep poking me?”
His words made Song Yun’s imagination run wild.
Poking you?
Where?
The top, bottom, or the back?
Cough, cough, the more Song Yun thought about it, the more excited he became, and he coughed twice to calm himself down.
“This is my brother you’re talking about, he’s not as ugly as you say.”
“He is ugly, and just now he…
he…” Li Shishi, who had not yet reached the level of being utterly uninhibited, could only gesticulate wildly, at a loss for words.
“This is all a misunderstanding.
Look, I’m a normal man too, right?
When you provoke me like that under the blankets, of course I’ll react,” Song Yun said helplessly, shrugging his shoulders.
“Not all of this is my fault, but of course, I am primarily responsible.”
Seeing that Li Shishi was about to explode with anger, Song Yun quickly changed his tune.
“Why don’t we just make do and stay here tonight?”
“Over my dead body, I wouldn’t sleep here,” Li Shishi snapped back and walked towards the door.
“Don’t go, it looks bad if Qingluan sees you at this late hour.
She might think you’ve done something to me,” Song Yun called out.
But Li Shishi didn’t respond.
It seemed she had already left.
Song Yun lit a cigarette and looked at his erect Little Song Yun, shaking his head helplessly.
Looks like I have to humble you again, brother.
Song Yun got up early, thinking it had been a long time since he last exercised.
After washing up, he decided to go for a morning run and then grab something to eat.
As he left the courtyard, he saw from afar someone arguing.
It seemed unreasonable to witness such a scene early in the morning.
Although this area of courtyards wasn’t the most upscale part of Sunan City, living here meant that one was either wealthy or noble.
People here wouldn’t usually quarrel so fiercely over trivial matters as everyone cared about keeping up appearances and they might need each other’s help one day.
The person arguing was someone Song Yun knew well—the street vendor in front of him.
The vendor, in his sixties, was skilled at making buns, and Song Yun liked to stop by his stall for steamed buns and egg soup after his morning run.
As per Song Yun’s impression, the old man was a particularly honest soul.
Even if someone couldn’t make change during a meal, he’d just smile and say they could settle it next time.
How could such a straightforward person be yelling at someone else?
When Song Yun saw who was scolding the old man until his face turned red, he roughly understood what had happened.
The man yelling was a tall, thin man decked out in branded clothes, holding a string of Vajra Bodhi Seeds, albeit with unkempt hair that looked like he had just woken up and an untrimmed beard that made him appear slovenly.
Not far from the skinny man was a red Ferrari.
Its flashy color made Song Yun want to smash it.
Inside the car sat a woman in a revealing top, displaying more than half of her voluptuous chest, looking quite interested in the ongoing argument.
In a rage, the skinny man pointed at the old vendor, his face red and neck thick as he yelled, “Are you blind?
Didn’t you see my car parked here?
You scratched my brand new Ferrari.
What do you say to that?
All the buns on your cart wouldn’t even cover a centimeter of paint on my car.
And you still refuse to admit it!
If you talk back to me again, I’ll smash your stall—believe it or not?”
“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry,” the old man replied helplessly, apologizing to the skinny man.
“You think just saying sorry is enough?
Do you know how much my new car cost?
4 million.
Get that?
My car costs 4 million, and selling all your old bones wouldn’t even come close to that value,” the skinny man said as he slapped the old man.
“You better pay up today or I’ll make sure you can never set up your stall here—or anywhere in Sunan City ever again.”
“I’m really sorry, I really don’t have any money.
All my money goes to treating my wife’s illness.
I even placed a brick to stop the wheels, but your car just rolled down,” the old man said, not daring to retaliate and looking down sheepishly.
“All you poor people always talk about treatment.
I advise you to die early and reincarnate into a better household,” the skinny man spat disdainfully at the ground by the old man’s feet.
“I don’t care.
You must get me thirty thousand yuan today, or you won’t be able to set up your stall here—or in the entire Sunan City.”
“Please have mercy, the money is really needed for my wife’s treatment,” the old man pleaded.
“Who will have mercy on me if I have mercy on you?
Old man, let me tell you, it’s just how the world works.
If you don’t screw me over, I’ll screw you over.
Whatever you say, you have to bring me the money today.”
“What’s going on with Zhou?” Song Yun nudged the middle-aged man living diagonally across his house.
“You still have the energy to wake up for a morning run?” Zhou joked with Song Yun.
“Having too many young beauties at home isn’t good for your health.”
“Get lost, as if your home has any less,” Song Yun retorted playfully, pulling out a cigarette he had pilfered from Mr.
Li for Zhou.
“What’s up with Old Liu?
He doesn’t even retort when someone yells at him.”
“They say Old Liu’s cart scratched that skinny guy’s car.
The guy is asking for compensation,” Zhou said as he sniffed the cigarette.
“Song, what exactly do you do?
Damn it, you smoke specially supplied cigarettes every day.”
“I’m just a slacker waiting for death.
How much is that skinny guy asking for?” Song Yun laughed.
“This skinny guy really has a large appetite—started right off asking for thirty thousand.
Damn it, as if his car costs three million yuan.
At most it’s worth one to two million.
Plus, Old Liu scratched just a tiny part of his car.
How could that be worth thirty thousand yuan?
If earning money was that easy, I’d drive around looking for troubles every day,” Zhou laughed.
“Did you see that chick in the Ferrari?
She still has grass in her hair; these two probably just got back from a quickie in the grass.”
“Holy shit, Zhou, you’re quite the character, noticing such small details,” Song Yun looked at Zhou with new respect.
“Why haven’t the security guards come out to deal with it?” Song Yun asked.
“You know, the guards who usually have nothing better to do than hang around are nowhere to be seen today.”