Chapter 81: Even if He’s Your Wife, This Is Way Too Much Pampering
Yang An concealed the emotions in his eyes, put on his backpack, and walked out the door.
Once Yang An was gone, there were only the four of them left in the dorm.
Yu Deng let out a silly laugh, his lips red and his teeth white—like a flower in full bloom.
Beauty and innocence overflowed from his curved eyes. He was like the moon hanging high in the sky—bright and clear, pulling people into his vortex.
One just wanted to kiss him.
Qiao Fangyu swallowed to hide his reaction. He glanced at the time and skillfully patted Yu Deng’s back.
“Dengdeng, time for a shower. Qiao Haoyu and the others should be arriving at Century Plaza soon.”
Qiao Haoyu’s school was in the University City area. There were many schools there, but it was a bit far from the central business district.
Yu Deng had to shower. Qiao Fangyu helped him carry the bucket and mix the hot water, while Ning Qian helped gather his towel and curtain.
Ning Qian picked up the body wash. Before he even opened it, the scent of violets drifted out—thick and overpowering.
In an instant, a trace of mockery flashed in his eyes.
How could such a low-quality thing be worthy of Yu Deng?
Having this scent cling to Yu Deng’s body was a total desecration.
If it were him providing…
There were many markets in Jiangcheng. Zhou Yuejun and He Yuan had spent the afternoon at a farmers’ market.
The markets were usually crowded in the morning because of the grocery shopping, but this afternoon, business was unexpectedly good.
They sold a total of fourteen pieces of clothing and pants.
He Yuan packed away the last two pieces of clothing, stuffing them into his backpack, and glanced at Zhou Yuejun, who was counting the loose change.
“Let’s find a place to eat before going back. Yu Deng isn’t home anyway.”
He wasn’t in a hurry to go back and planned to find a residential area later to finish selling the clothes.
Zhou Yuejun didn’t respond, but it wasn’t out of coldness; he was doing the math in his head and then set aside a portion of the money.
As he handed it to He Yuan, he said in a low, muffled voice, “He’s gotten thinner lately. I’m going back to stew some soup for him.”
Hearing this, He Yuan was somewhat confused.
“Those who don’t know better would think you’re raising a child; those who do would think you’re raising a wife.”
“Even if he is your wife, this is way too much pampering.”
Yu Deng was living a pretty comfortable life all day long.
Attending school, eating at buffets—Zhou Yuejun ran to see him every day and even made soup for him.
He Yuan felt Zhou Yuejun was putting too much heart into Yu Deng.
Besides, Zhou Yuejun said he wasn’t used to living with others and had heartlessly rejected his request to be roommates, yet he let Yu Deng move in.
He even claimed that Yu Deng only came home on weekends and that renting another room would be a waste.
Then wouldn’t it be fine if Yu Deng just didn’t come back on weekends? It’s not like the school didn’t have dorms.
“Brother, seriously—don’t be too good to him. He’s a distant relative, after all; there are so many layers between you.”
Zhou Yuejun glanced at He Yuan. After a meaningful pause, he only said, “He’s not a distant relative. There are no layers.”
He Yuan sensed something strange. “If he’s not a distant relative, what is he?”
His mind could never figure it out. He only felt that Zhou Yuejun had been completely bewitched by Yu Deng.
He didn’t know what brand of “soul-snatching soup” it was, but it was powerful.
Zhou Yuejun put on his bag and gave a cold, solemn instruction. “Be careful. Don’t get caught.”
“Don’t worry, my legs are fast.”
He and Zhou Yuejun were both very cautious. They frequently changed markets—one person selling while the other kept watch. If they encountered inspectors, they’d slip away faster than rabbits.
Yu Deng had stuffed himself until his little belly was round. Ning Qian drove him home, with Qiao Fangyu and Qiao Haoyu also in the car.
Yu Deng sat in the front passenger seat, his hand resting on his stomach.
As the cool air hit his face, the boy smiled, revealing his tiger teeth and dimples. He looked utterly blissful, his legs swinging slightly.
“Ning Qian, how much did you buy this car for?”
Once he found out the price, he would go home and nag Zhou Yuejun, making the man save up more money.
Ning Qian gripped the steering wheel and thought for a moment before giving a number. “Three hundred and forty thousand.”
Instantly, a gasp of air echoed in the car.
“That expensive?!”
The little country bumpkin hadn’t seen much of the world and only knew that three or four hundred thousand was an astronomical price.
Before this, Zhou Yuejun’s monthly salary was only two or three hundred. Four hundred thousand… he’d have to work for a hundred years.
Yu Deng: “!!!”
He was currently sitting on an entire Zhou Yuejun.
“This is a second-hand car my parents used. It wasn’t that expensive; it’s worth about two hundred thousand now.”
Ning Qian was unintentionally showing off his superiority, wanting Yu Deng to compare him with Zhou Yuejun and then choose him.
The brothers in the back seat snorted with disdain at his ambition and joined the internal struggle.
“Dengdeng, my mom is going to buy me a car soon. I’ll bring you the catalogs later—I’ll buy whichever one you like.”
Qiao Haoyu had been fighting with Qiao Fangyu for the gap between the front seats. With their heads bumping against each other, he refused to be outdone.
“Dengdeng, do you want a cell phone? I have a second-hand one I can give you.”
How could something he gave Yu Deng possibly be second-hand?
Once Yu Deng had a phone, he could call and text him every day.
Yu Deng’s voice was so sweet; listening to his voice while falling asleep would lead to beautiful dreams every night.
The three of them were jealous and sniping at each other; the “war” was about to burn through the car roof.
But Yu Deng was a bit slow, constantly thinking to himself how rich they were—buying cars like they were buying groceries.
While calculating in his heart, he unintentionally murmured out loud, “When will Zhou Yuejun be able to buy a car?”
That way, he wouldn’t have to walk when he went out, and he could enjoy the air conditioning.
But by the time Zhou Yuejun had a car, he would surely have already broken up with the man.
Before the car even pulled up to the building, Ning Qian caught sight of a dark figure by the roadside.
Near the newspaper office, the light from the newsstand hit him. The man’s silhouette was blurred, leaving only his tall, lean, and powerful figure visible.
He was a dark mass, standing as straight as a utility pole. When the car’s headlights hit him, that face looked even more terrifying.
Cold, fierce, and predatory—comparable to a lurking venomous snake. His eyes held only a freezing gloom that felt rather sinister. Being stared at by him made one’s skin crawl.
Yu Deng saw the man and let out a dazed “oh.” Then: “It’s Zhou Yuejun!”
The moment the car stopped, Yu Deng couldn’t wait to open the door.
But he didn’t know how. He could only hurriedly ask Ning Qian for help. “Zhou Yuejun is here to pick me up!”
Like a tiny wave, his voice had a natural lilt.
He was so innocent, just like a child in kindergarten.
Ning Qian didn’t want to let Yu Deng go, but he could only lean over and help Yu Deng open the car door.
The person hopped out in an instant.
He could only watch the receding back and let out a helpless, bitter laugh. “His short legs sure can run.”
Yu Deng fluttered in front of Zhou Yuejun like a butterfly, smiling heartlessly, and turned to wave at Ning Qian and the others.
“You guys go back quickly! Remember to pick me up at 5 PM on Sunday!”
This was why 107 had chosen him; the little villain accepted others’ kindness without hesitation.
And yet, this was exactly what Ning Qian was happy to do.
“Alright, I’ll be on time.”
A second ago, Ning Qian had been all smiles, but in an instant, his expression shifted and he shot the other man a cold glance.
But Zhou Yuejun didn’t look at him. Instead, he used his fingertip to rub Yu Deng’s earlobe.
It was a very intimate gesture, not like what ordinary relatives would do.
This made Ning Qian feel like he was a rat lurking in the shadows.
But clearly, he should be the one who was more suited to Yu Deng.
He turned the steering wheel and drove away. He had only driven twenty meters when a scene in the rearview mirror hit his eyes with a shock.
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