Chapter 13: Alipay Payment Received: Ten Million… Twelve Million Three Hundred Forty-Seven Thousand…
“Help! Someone help! Help me!”
A massive, cumbersome body trembled as it wormed across the smooth redwood floor. That face, usually so high-and-mighty and indifferent, now looked wretched and dispirited, as if he had suddenly aged ten years.
“Le Le! Le Le! Uncle begs you, please spare Uncle! They, those women, they always bullied you, but I didn’t!”
“Right, right, right, I didn’t! I never beat you or scolded you, I…”
“And you even introduced me to a good marriage, didn’t you?” Le Can slowly paced toward Le Wenxin, kindly finishing the sentence for him.
Le Wenxin carefully stole a glance at the sharp dining knife spinning at Le Can’s fingertips, trying hard to force a smile: “Yes, yes, yes, exactly, hehe.”
Le Can cast a nonchalant glance over him. On that smiling face—uglier than one crying—those small eyes, squeezed even smaller by fat, were darting around shiftily.
He deliberately stopped a step away from Le Wenxin, half-lowering his eyelids to mask the fleeting sarcasm within them.
Playing tricks? It’s only fun if you actually use them.
Sure enough, seeing Le Can hesitate, Le Wenxin suddenly flipped his body, gathering his strength to slam his back viciously against the wooden cabinet nearby.
The cabinet rocked violently. Then, as Le Wenxin gritted his teeth and slammed into it again, it let out a final creak of protest before tipping completely over onto the floor.
Crash! Clatter!
Red wine, white wine, and various glass goblets arranged neatly inside the cabinet smashed all over the floor.
The heavy smell of alcohol instantly puffed up, filling the entire room. Not to mention those expensive, mellow liquors, which were now flowing everywhere.
Having done all this, disregarding the dust or the mess, Le Wenxin pressed his arm against the bottom of the overturned cabinet, gasping for air with rough, heavy breaths.
While his facial features scrunched together in heartache over the loss, he looked at Le Can a few steps away, grinning with cunning smugness. Those small eyes didn’t even pretend anymore; the stench of contempt was more pungent than the alcohol.
He didn’t hesitate to waste a cabinet full of famous wines just to make such a huge commotion. Le Can, of course, knew exactly what Le Wenxin was trying to do.
But it was a pity…
At this very moment, several kilometers away, Uncle Zhao let out an earth-shattering sneeze. Seeing this, the people at his table cast concerned looks his way.
Uncle Zhao hurriedly rubbed his sour nose. “I’m fine, I’m fine. Just getting old, probably the air conditioning.”
After speaking, he waved his arm heroically. “Everyone, don’t be polite today! Order whatever you want! Order hard! Get the most expensive stuff!”
Hehe, Madam said someone would pay the bill anyway.
“Thanks to everyone’s care for our Third Young Master in the past… The Young Master is part of our Xi family now. We can’t do much else, but treating everyone to a good meal and good wine is no problem.”
These heartfelt words, paired with Uncle Zhao’s honest and simple face, instantly delighted the Le family servants who had been hesitating. They all beamed with joy and agreed loudly.
Uncle Zhao smiled even more happily. He then called out to the waiter serving dishes: “Bring out all the best wine you have here. Open a bottle for every table.”
Madam also said, the more money spent, the better. If I do a good job, I get a bonus when I go back! Heh!
Hearing this, the waiter’s face instantly lit up. “Alright, alright! Guest, please wait a moment!”
Back on the other end, Le Can leisurely waited with his uncle for a few minutes.
Watching the second hand on the wall clock tick-tock through several rotations without Le Wenxin seeing the people he was hoping for, the panic on the older man’s face became visible to the naked eye.
Le Can, however, insisted on fanning the flames even higher.
He bent down slightly, looking down at the shivering middle-aged man, his curved peach-blossom eyes full of mockery. “Is Uncle waiting for something?”
“Five minutes have already passed. Did you… get what you were waiting for?”
The beautiful, handsome youth leaned in, wearing the softest, most harmless smile, yet Le Wenxin broke out in a cold sweat just looking at him.
He shrank back helplessly, squeezing his body backward. “Le Le, Le Le, let Uncle go, please let Uncle go!”
“Uncle, Uncle is your only relative in this worl—Ah!”
Before the scumbag could utter the final word, a sudden viciousness floated up in Le Can’s peach-blossom eyes.
He abruptly lifted his foot and stomped heavily on the most fragile part of Le Wenxin’s leg—the ankle. Immediately after, he applied force with the sole of his foot, grinding down on the joint connection under the other party’s incredulous stare.
“Ahhhhhhh!”
The bloated old man, veins bulging from the pain, flopped around on the alcohol-soaked redwood floor like a live fish thrown onto the shore.
Le Can stomped on the ankle with maximum force, almost losing his footing. But then, he stomped again, this time right on Le Wenxin’s high, protruding belly…
The live fish instantly turned half-dead, unable to flop even once more.
At this moment, Le Can had to take a second to sincerely thank his scumbag uncle’s family.
If they hadn’t forced the “Little Soft Bun” to work non-stop outside, he wouldn’t have inherited such a good physique upon arrival. (Sarcasm intended).
Although this “good physique” wasn’t even half as good as the Male Lead Xi Yun’s, it was still much stronger than the broken, tattered body he had at the end of his previous life.
In his past life, with that broken body, he could castrate Lu Zhangping; if he had wanted to, killing him would have been a piece of cake. In this life, stepping on a two-hundred-pound fat man without killing him outright was already Le Can being merciful.
“Anyway, I’m not in a hurry. Let me answer your questions one by one…”
Before coming here, Le Can had prepared himself to spend the entire day, so he was in [absolutely no] rush.
The youth, with one leg bent, bent down deeper, smiling eyes fixed on Le Wenxin, whose eyes revealed despair.
“You said you didn’t hit or scold ‘me,’ meaning you just stood by and watched coldly while ‘I’ was beaten and scolded by others?”
“Is that what you call ‘never bullied’?”
After speaking, he let out a short scoff, using the hand holding the dining knife to cover his face, stopping himself from uncontrollably laughing out loud.
From Le Wenxin’s perspective looking up, Le Can’s face was split into upper and lower halves by the silver-white blade. The mouth below was hooked in a smile, but the eyes above were so thin and cold that not a trace of laughter could be found.
Le Wenxin’s pale, dry lips trembled uncontrollably as he tried to open his mouth to sophister. The next second, the tip of that steak knife was pointed directly at him…
Satisfied seeing Le Wenxin tactfully shut his mouth, Le Can continued.
“And that good marriage, it truly is good…”
Sending a wife to a no-CP Male Lead—to borrow a phrase from the internet: You really are a genius!
Le Wenxin opened his mouth to speak, but facing the knife tip that hadn’t retracted but instead moved closer, he could only keep his mouth shut and nod repeatedly, confirming that it was indeed a “good deed” he had done.
Le Can was almost amused to the point of laughter by his trash of an uncle’s stupidity.
If he said it was true, was it really true? If he said it was good, was it really good?!
“I’m very curious. For such a good thing, why did Uncle skip over Cousin Ruisi and come directly to me?”
“After all…” Le Can deliberately dragged out his tone, “Usually, if there’s anything good in the house, don’t Uncle and Auntie save it for Cousin first?”
Because of their blatant favoritism, even though they were born of the same mother, the private relationship between Le Qiushan and Le Ruisi wasn’t good.
The only thought the two agreed on was probably tormenting the “Little Soft Bun.” Truly worthy of being scum rotten to the core!
Understanding Le Can’s question, Le Wenxin suddenly fell silent. Why else? Because this marriage wasn’t actually good.
He knew Le Can was well aware of this, so Le Wenxin immediately extinguished his僥lucky thoughts and convoluted little schemes.
Le Wenxin stopped, but Le Can didn’t want to stop.
“Uncle didn’t discuss the marriage alliance with Xi Yun with Cousin, did he?”
Most likely, Le Wenxin had only mentioned it a couple of times to his wife, Li Qianping. Perhaps even the married-out daughter, Le Qiushan, knew.
But Li Qianping, knowing her son’s sexual orientation, had a guilty conscience. And Le Qiushan, living outside, had neither the obligation nor the heart to share this with Le Ruisi.
So, Le Ruisi was the only one kept in the dark. Only after everything was set in stone did he learn that such a “good thing” had happened.
He thought the benefit had fallen to the waste of a cousin he usually looked down upon, which explained why he eagerly sent messages asking and then relentlessly questioned the details of his and Xi Yun’s “married life” upon meeting.
Tsk, he wanted to squeeze out the original spouse and take the position himself!
Since he wasn’t the real original spouse of Xi Yun anyway, Le Can couldn’t be bothered with Le Ruisi’s nasty thoughts. But he… he couldn’t bear to let his dear Uncle be kept in the dark forever…
“Uncle, you really made a mistake here.”
Le Can shook his head with a look of disapproval. “Cousin Ruisi’s sexual orientation being male… that’s something he can’t change in this lifetime. Missing out on a young talent like Xi Yun… it will be hard to find another one this good.”
After all, there was only one male lead in that no-CP novel; who could be more outstanding than Xi Yun?
“No!” Le Wenxin’s eyes turned red with hatred. He gritted his teeth: “You’re lying to me! You must be lying to me! How could my son be, how could he be…”
The following words were stuck dead in Le Wenxin’s throat, unable to be spat out no matter what.
Meeting Le Wenxin’s bloodshot eyes full of self-deception, a cold sneer surfaced in Le Can’s eyes, and the look of disapproval on his face deepened.
“Did Uncle really not know about this? Then Auntie was really too careless; why didn’t she give you a heads-up earlier?”
“Eldest Cousin Sister too. On such a major life event, why didn’t she advise you a bit?”
“If they had told you earlier,” Le Can said, enunciating every word, “Xi Yun might not necessarily be mine now…”
Although Le Can didn’t know the reason Xi Yun deviated from the plot and agreed to the marriage, that didn’t stop him from making things up when the person involved wasn’t there.
“Ah!”
Overcome by rage, Le Wenxin let out a violent roar, his short, thick fingers slapping loudly against the floor.
Le Can admired the other’s descent into madness for a moment, then boringly stomped the man back onto the ground.
But perhaps because Le Wenxin was used to being authoritative, he simply couldn’t vent the resentment of being deceived by his wife and children. He momentarily forgot the death threat, scrambling with hands and feet in an attempt to crawl back to the dining room to seek the truth himself.
Le Can frowned impatiently and threw the dining knife from his hand directly.
Swish—the sharp blade broke through the air, accurately passing through the gap between Le Wenxin’s fingers, its tip firmly embedding itself into the redwood floor!
Hummm—the exposed blade trembled left and right from the residual force.
Feeling the pain in his fingers, the blood that had rushed to Le Wenxin’s face from anger instantly drained away. He finally quieted down.
“If you want to go crazy, wait until I leave. Take out your phone now.”
Le Wenxin’s trembling gaze shifted, finally landing on his right hand, which was pinned by the knife. He wasn’t left-handed, and his phone was in his right trouser pocket.
Le Can let out a light tsk. “Your hand isn’t broken. Take it!”
He had aimed well; the dining knife was stuck exactly between Le Wenxin’s index and middle fingers, near the base. The blade had only nicked a bit of skin—how could he have the nerve to be this scared?
Hearing the impatience in Le Can’s tone, Le Wenxin hurriedly shrank his hand back. His fat, radish-like fingers trembled, slipping several times before he finally fished the phone out of his pocket.
Le Can really had run out of patience.
He had knifed several people in a row. Although he held back his strength, the breakfast/lunch he ate in the morning was long consumed. He was hungry; he wanted to go back and eat Aunt Liang’s braised duck…
“Transfer the money to me now. Twelve million, three hundred forty-seven thousand, two hundred fifty-six yuan and thirty cents.”
That’s right, the price went up.
Why such a specific number? Oh, that was because Le Can took a moment to check the bill Uncle Zhao sent him.
One meal cost over two million. It seemed everyone was very enthusiastic. As for why he asked for an extra hundred thousand? Le Can declared that was the bonus for Uncle Zhao.
Although he took money seriously, he always kept his word.
The Only One Actually Paying · Super Big Sucker · Le Wenxin: “…”
He attempted to struggle. “I…”
Upon seeing Le Can pull out yet another new dining knife from his waist, he honestly and obediently endured the immense heartache, transferring the exact amount stated, not a penny more, not a penny less.
“Ding! Alipay payment received: Twelve million three hundred forty-seven…”
Le Can satisfactorily put away the antique phone, which had a fairly fluent notification voice, and took a moment to look at Le Wenxin, who was lying on the ground, eyes lifeless, completely giving up.
“Does Uncle think I shouldn’t take this money?”
Watching the knife pressing down, Le Wenxin shook his head frantically: “You should! You should!”
“Good.” Le Can smiled, kind and harmless. He held up his phone. “Since Uncle agreed, I won’t delete this recording.”
“After all, it’s a token of Uncle’s kindness. How could a nephew delete it, don’t you think?”
Hearing this sentence, Le Wenxin’s face turned completely gray.
Le Can chuckled softly, preparing to grab the “Little Soft Bun’s” parents’ belongings and head straight for the delicious braised duck.
However, he didn’t expect that when he lifted his gaze to look into the distance, two figures were standing backlit at the main gate of the Le family villa!
Le Can wiped the smile from his face, slowly straightened his body, and tightened his grip on the final steak knife.
Seeing this, the taller figure took a few steps forward. Immediately after, Xi Yun’s face—absolutely photoshopped by Nuwa herself—was fully revealed.
“Leaving?”
Xi Yun asked, his tone indifferent.
It was as if he hadn’t seen the scene of Le Can threatening someone, or perhaps he had seen it but didn’t care.
Le Can first gradually relaxed his body, then his expression suddenly turned serious.
No, bro… when did you get there? And how long have you been watching?
Author’s Note:
Today’s content is packed full, praise me, praise me! (Proud face)
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