Green Tea Enters The Story Of Abuse [Book] Chapter 17
byChapter 17: Jiji Fu Jiji?
Xing Zhan’s expression turned serious: “Who fought with him?”
Zong Lanfeng: “…He fought with someone else, and he even used the fact that he married you to threaten the other party.”
Xing Zhan: “Impossible. You don’t know him…”
Sleeping late, waking up late, not liking to go out, collapsing wherever he goes, eating almost as much as him, yet not gaining any weight, he’s even smaller than Fatty…
These things were too private.
He only mentioned the reason An Yu rushed the marriage: “It hasn’t been easy for him.”
Zong Lanfeng: “…I think you’re the one who doesn’t know him.”
In just two short months, someone who crashed a wedding is now being protected everywhere by the victim. Is that normal?
Xing Zhan asked Zong Lanfeng where he heard the rumor about An Yu hitting someone.
Zong Lanfeng recounted how he accidentally ran into An Yu and An Shi meeting, repeating their conversation word for word.
Xing Zhan: “That brother of his has ill intentions. There might be more to this matter.”
Zong Lanfeng: “…”
Thinking of An Yu’s appearance, he vaguely understood.
Although his Brother Xing was brilliant and decisive in business, his emotional life had always been a blank slate. Suddenly having someone around him day and night, especially someone with such a captivating appearance, he was clearly being misled.
In this situation, talking more was useless.
He would keep an eye on An Yu in the future; he was bound to catch the other party’s fox tail eventually.
Xing Zhan deliberately came home early that night, wanting to ask An Yu about meeting An Shi.
Why didn’t he tell him?
Did he suffer a loss?
Unexpectedly, An Yu was already asleep, his arms loosely draped on either side of his head, a posture of surrender. The wrists exposed by his sleeves were slender, clearly not the type for fighting.
Thinking that An Yu would leave him a note whenever he went to bed early, Xing Zhan glanced at the bedside table.
Sure enough, there was a sticky note.
An Yu: [Spent the afternoon fishing with Grandpa. We’ll have fish slice porridge tomorrow morning~ Good night].
The Little Orange Cat, which was lying by An Yu’s pillow, walked over, its tail held high, and rubbed its head against Xing Zhan’s leg.
Xing Zhan stroked its head and then rubbed its ears.
The next evening, Xing Zhan finished his work early and returned to the bedroom at nine o’clock.
An Yu was relaxing his belly, encouraging the Little Orange Cat to knead. Seeing Xing Zhan enter, he was quite surprised: “Brother, are you done with work?”
Xing Zhan acknowledged him, looking at the cat: “What is it doing?”
An Yu said proudly: “Kneading milk.”
Xing Zhan glanced at An Yu’s chest.
An Yu: “…This is how it expresses affection. It only does this when it really likes someone.”
Xing Zhan told An Yu not to sleep yet, as he had something to discuss with him later, and then went to shower.
An Yu didn’t know what Xing Zhan wanted to talk about, but they had been getting along quite well recently, so it was probably about Old Master Xing.
A moment later, Xing Zhan emerged from the bathroom, and An Yu couldn’t help but stare.
He usually went to bed early, so it was rare to see Xing Zhan after a shower. He looked like a cold, steep mountain peak that had just been rained on; his whole person was exceptionally fresh, yet his features were intensely defined, possessing a kind of sharp, striking beauty.
Xing Zhan was wearing pure black pajamas. The fabric clung closely, highlighting his long legs and broad shoulders…
In his previous life, An Yu often attended fashion shows for resources, but none of those internationally renowned supermodels had a better physique than Xing Zhan.
What a pity. Although his husband was great, he wouldn’t let him sleep with him.
An Yu silently recited, ‘See no evil,’ and forced himself to continue playing with the kitten. He pinched the cat’s ears and found that the little cat’s stubborn fur was surprisingly thick, even though it was usually very well-behaved and not stubborn at all.
Xing Zhan leaned against the headboard: “I heard you met An Shi recently?”
An Yu: “…!”
What ‘heard’? For a rigorous person like Xing Zhan, if he was asking, he probably also knew that An Yu had hit An Shi.
An Yu cunningly handed the cat to Xing Zhan. Sure enough, Xing Zhan’s expression softened considerably while petting the cat.
He began his performance.
Imagining himself as a pitiful little white flower, he said that An Pinghai insisted on seeing him and even instructed him to pay more attention to Xing Zhan’s movements in the future: “Dad is very gentle now, and he even gave me money. Mom did too. Do you know how much? Five million in total!”
Anyway, that was the result.
An Yu: “An Shi asked me for one-third of the betrothal gift, and there’s no way I could give it to him. He got upset, so I pretended to be even more upset. We argued, and then we fought. No one helped me, so I said I would tell you and end everything, and only then did they stop pressuring me.”
The night after dinner, he asked An Shi and learned that An Pinghai was still coveting the betrothal gift.
An Shi even tried to persuade him, saying that if the betrothal gift was given to the elders, they would be happy, and the family assets An Family divided up for him later would definitely exceed the gift.
An Yu didn’t believe such nonsense for a second.
He readily agreed, blaming An Shi for not telling him sooner, and regretting that the betrothal gift had been handed over to the butler for management, making it inconvenient to withdraw immediately. It would take at least a year, once the marriage was stable, before it could be touched.
Seeing Xing Zhan’s eyes darken, An Yu promised: “Don’t worry, I won’t say anything about your affairs. I lied to them.”
He huddled in the quilt, his large eyes wide and round, looking completely like a child.
Xing Zhan felt stifled, mixed with a surge of nameless irritation: “You? Fighting?”
An Yu: “What about me? Don’t let An Shi’s weight fool you, he’s no match for me at all…”
Xing Zhan thought, being so reckless, he would suffer sooner or later. He raised an eyebrow and asked, “I’ll give you one hand. If you win, I’ll give you five hundred thousand. Dare to try?”
In his previous life, An Yu fought from one end of the street to the other when he was young. Otherwise, as an orphan who was also good-looking, he would have been taken advantage of by countless people.
He immediately scrambled out of the quilt: “Try me!”
A few minutes later, An Yu lay panting on the quilt, his wrists pinned above his head by Xing Zhan’s single hand, and his legs firmly held down by Xing Zhan.
He had no time to be shocked by Xing Zhan’s terrifying combat strength and immeasurable power.
Both of their pajamas were thin. In this position, a certain terrifying threat made his scalp tingle.
What was this called? Jiji Fu Jiji?
An Yu breathed cautiously, thinking, thank goodness he was rejected on their wedding night. He wanted to enjoy life, not lose it.
Seeing the other man’s eyes wide and round, Xing Zhan followed his gaze downward.
Author’s Note:
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Zong Lanfeng: [Eye roll]
An Yu: [Cracked]
Xing Zhan: [Shy]