How Did the Promised Yandere Villain Become a Clingy, Obedient Dog? Chapter 113

Chapter 113: I’ll Earn Money to Support You

“Was there enough money for your studies?”

Cheng Ge remembered his own time in high school when the inheritance left by his parents was almost gone. He was short about five hundred yuan for the registration fee. His uncle-in-law loved gambling, was bad to his aunt, and didn’t like him. His aunt helped him pay the money, but his uncle-in-law mocked and ridiculed her for many days and even almost laid a hand on her. Cheng Ge had stopped him, promising that the five hundred was a loan and that he would pay it back.

Wen Ling nodded and said, “When I had no money, I took a break from school. Later, once I earned some money, I continued my studies.”

“What made you think of continuing your studies?”

“I don’t know. I didn’t know what I was supposed to do. Other kids were studying, so I went to study. Later on, I didn’t want to study anymore.”

Cheng Ge thought that perhaps Wen Ling had once instinctively tried hard to integrate into society. However, due to various accidents, those “law-abiding” behaviors didn’t yield good results. Gradually, he stopped caring about those so-called rules.

If it hadn’t been for Cheng Ge’s insistence on returning to school at the beginning, Wen Ling likely wouldn’t have planned to continue his studies.

To him, studying was not only useless but also led to being bullied. Who would be foolish enough to keep studying?

Cheng Ge didn’t know what to say and casually lamented, “Actually, money is quite important.”

“I suppose,” Wen Ling said honestly. “Back then, I had no concept of money and didn’t like it much. Having it or not seemed about the same.”

“But now, I want to have a lot, a lot of money.”

“Why?”

“Because I want to support you. I want to give Cheng Ge the best life.”

Such innocent words, yet Cheng Ge’s heart trembled, filled to the brim with a warm current.

The origin of the matter was simply because Cheng Ge had grown tired after playing games and casually said, “Earning money is exhausting as hell.”

Wen Ling had then come scurrying over, telling Cheng Ge “don’t be exhausted anymore.” “Stop earning money. I have plenty of money.”

Cheng Ge pulled him into his embrace and joked, “You’re going to earn money to support me?”

Wen Ling said, “Mm-hmm mm-hmm, I’ll earn money to support you.”

“You’re going to support me?” Cheng Ge asked again.

“I’ll support Cheng Ge.” Wen Ling was just a step away from patting his chest.

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Cheng Ge was amused by Wen Ling’s serious look and continued joking, “Then I’ll rely on Comrade Xiao Wen. I’m very hard to support. It’ll be hard on you.”

Wen Ling said “okay” again. Cheng Ge was just teasing him; he never intended to let someone else support him.

Cheng Ge had that kind of personality. Even if Wen Ling truly were fully capable of supporting him, he wouldn’t let him do it.

Whether people called it “eating bitterness for no reason” or being overly proud, he simply couldn’t bring himself to spend his wife’s money and “wait for death while eating and drinking.”

He hadn’t expected Wen Ling to take it seriously—to say he wanted to give him the best life. It was hard not to be touched.

“Actually, money really is quite important,” Wen Ling said again. “Without money, one can’t eat their fill, can’t stay warm in winter, can’t buy the things they like, and can’t do many things. I don’t want you to be like that.”

When it came to himself, it “seemed about the same.” But when it came to Cheng Ge, there would be many, many problems, and he didn’t want Cheng Ge to encounter those problems.

Wen Ling had already grown numb to his own suffering—perhaps he had already reconciled with it, and it didn’t matter anymore. Wen Ling didn’t care; he already had Cheng Ge.

But he would not allow Cheng Ge to suffer through such experiences. Wen Ling’s heart ached; he wanted Cheng Ge to live very well.

Cheng Ge had never been able to clearly explain why he liked Wen Ling.

But every time Wen Ling seriously spoke these innocent and direct words, Cheng Ge became certain that his love had grown even more intense.

His heart had actually always been closed. Since he was a child, he had been covered in a protective shell that others couldn’t break through.

Wen Ling was direct and reckless, possessing a sincerity that knew nothing. He hadn’t expected his heart would be broken into by Wen Ling just like that.

Actually, what was so strange about it? How could an orphan who had lost his closest relatives and been tossed around since childhood not love a person whose heart and eyes were completely full of him?

No one else’s expression would be so vivid when they saw him. No one else would buy a pile of things for him just because he liked them. No one else would joyfully tell him “then I’ll support you.” No one else would care for him more than they cared for themselves.

How could he not like a kid who was so well-behaved and liked him so much?

“Baby,” Cheng Ge murmured as he buried his face in Wen Ling’s shoulder.

Wen Ling let out a laugh. “You’re calling me baby again.”

“You are my baby. Mine.” Cheng Ge wasn’t at all ashamed; those were his true thoughts.

Cheng Ge made a serious promise: “I will be very, very good to you.”

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“You’re already very, very good to me.”

Cheng Ge took a breath, kissed the side of Wen Ling’s ear, and held Wen Ling tight. “Not enough. I need to be better. I want to give you the best.”

“I want to give you the best too,” Wen Ling also promised.

“Mm.”

Wen Ling furrowed his brows slightly, his head leaning back as he wanted to see what was going on with Cheng Ge. “Your voice sounds a bit husky and muffled. Are you sick?”

Cheng Ge pressed Wen Ling’s head back onto his shoulder and helped him knead his neck. “No. I’m not sick.”

Wen Ling thought he had just seen that the edges of Cheng Ge’s eyes were a bit red. Had dust gotten into them again? It probably wasn’t that.

Wen Ling lay on Cheng Ge, lying there quietly for a long time. He also patted Cheng Ge’s back; it was too comfortable.

Wen Ling thought that Cheng Ge only held him that way because he was telling him about his past. Thus, he told Cheng Ge a bit every night. But even if he told it in a stingy manner, he could only tell it for a few days.

His past was too barren.

After telling it for four days, Wen Ling couldn’t think of anything else to tell. He sat on the sofa brooding, wondering how he could get Cheng Ge to take the initiative to hold him.

He was lost in thought when, to his surprise, Cheng Ge suddenly pulled him over, kissing and biting his face.

“If you want to be held, just say so. I’ll always hold you. I like holding you.”

Wen Ling’s eyes became watery from the kisses. He hugged Cheng Ge and lay on Cheng Ge’s shoulder comfortably again. “I like it too.”

“Cheng Ge,” Wen Ling’s voice carried a hint of clinginess. “What do you like?”

“I like you.” Cheng Ge was very skilled at answering such questions.

“And besides that?”

“I only like you.”

Wen Ling let out a tiny “Agh” and nuzzled into Cheng Ge’s embrace. “I mean things—items.”

“Items?” Cheng Ge pretended to think. After “careful consideration,” he said, “I don’t think I have any items I particularly like. I just like you.”

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“I’m not an item.”

“Aren’t you a treasure?” Cheng Ge asked.

Then Wen Ling lay in Cheng Ge’s embrace and stopped speaking, his teeth grinding against the side of Cheng Ge’s neck every now and then.

With this set of actions, Cheng Ge finally managed to make Wen Ling feel a bit embarrassed. Only then was he satisfied. After being satisfied, he realized in hindsight just how shameless he had been just now and felt a bit awkward.

Actually, if we’re talking about being OOC (Out of Character), he was probably the most OOC one… He didn’t even know when he had become this shameless…

“Cough,” Cheng Ge cleared his throat. “Why do you ask?”

“…Ah, I think, I think, I…” Wen Ling hesitated with great difficulty. Cheng Ge laughed at him: “What has Jiji taught you now?”

Now, every time Wen Ling acted a bit differently than usual or came up with some novel idea, Cheng Ge would guess if Jiji had suggested another “romance secret” move.

“No. I thought of it myself.”

Cheng Ge squinted his eyes at Wen Ling, guessing that he must be preparing some small surprise to promote their “conjugal feelings.” He had to cooperate, but after thinking it over, he really didn’t have many items he particularly liked.

“I like eating and exercise, but I don’t think I have any items I particularly like.”

Actually, Cheng Ge suddenly thought that he liked money, but he was afraid Wen Ling would send him a truckload of cash…

“Alright then,” Wen Ling said. “I also like eating, but I don’t like exercise.”

If Wen Ling hadn’t mentioned it, he could have continued to be held comfortably. Now that he mentioned not liking exercise, Cheng Ge remembered that Wen Ling hadn’t exercised for several days; it was time for him to work out.

“I’m not… not exercising.” Wen Ling prepared to slip away.

“One kiss for every three sit-ups. One kiss for holding a plank for thirty seconds,” Cheng Ge set the conditions.

“Then tonight…”

Just by looking at Wen Ling’s expression, Cheng Ge knew exactly what kind of unspeakable scenes were playing in that fellow’s head. He felt both angry and amused. “Depends on my mood.”

“You said it.” Wen Ling confirmed with some excitement.

Not wanting to see him act spoiled after getting a good deal, Cheng Ge urged him: “Hurry up, or I’ll go back on my word.”

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“No, don’t.” Wen Ling scurried off to get the yoga mat, feeling joy in his heart.

Cheng Ge saying “depends on my mood” meant he agreed. Saying “no” meant all it took was a little begging.

After Wen Ling finished his huffing-and-puffing workout, he showered until he was fragrant…

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