Chapter 18: Did You Really Sleep with Xi Yun? Almost Exactly Like When Your Husband is Holding Back…
Yu, fourth tone.
The culture of Chinese characters is vast and profound; there are countless characters with the exact same pronunciation.
Just rolling the sound “yu” around on one’s tongue, a multitude of characters instantly spring to mind: Jade (Yu), Encounter (Yu), Predict (Yu), Defend (Yu)…
Who could possibly know which specific character is the correct match in the end?
With such massive uncertainty, most people would feel at least a twinge of guilt using it as a condition for exchange. In the quiet, uninhabited night, closing their eyes might even invite repeated interrogations from their own conscience.
Not Le Can, though; he fell asleep very quickly.
However, just before his consciousness faded completely, a blurred fragment surfaced from the depths of his memory. In that memory, the familiar yet dejected voice of Little Wu from the office rang out:
“It’s too tragic, just too tragic!
If time could turn back… if Yu could have been earlier… maybe it wouldn’t have…”
At that time, Le Can, doubly betrayed by his boyfriend and friend, looked pale every day, like a wandering ghost.
His trance-like mental state and heavy self-doubt made it difficult for him to process outside information normally.
Le Can hadn’t lied, nor was he deliberately trying to be mysterious.
That was simply all he knew, and all the information he could give Xi Yun.
Early the next morning.
Le Can opened his eyes; Xi Yun was already gone from his side.
Looking at the half of the bed so clean and tidy it looked as if no one had slept there last night, the young man let out a light chuckle, leisurely washed up, and went downstairs.
Downstairs, Aunt Liang was still there to offer a warm greeting immediately. The breakfast had changed dishes but remained rich and flavorful, only now there was the addition of Xie Jun, whose gaze felt almost tangible.
While still on the stairs, Le Can had not only noticed that Xi Yun and Yuan Cheng were not in the villa but also spotted this “hostage” Xi Yun had specifically left behind.
Dealing with smart people is always time-saving and effortless.
Originally, he had been a bit worried about whether the male lead would “kill the donkey after it finished grinding the mill” (discard him after he served his purpose), but now he truly had no worries left.
After all, when Le Can initially proposed “following,” he essentially meant he didn’t want to miss any money-making opportunities, not that he actually wanted to stick to Xi Yun’s side every single step of the way.
If he really did that, never mind if Xi Yun would get annoyed with him, Le Can himself would feel cloying.
It was unknown how much of his thoughts Xi Yun had seen through, but there was a high probability he realized Le Can wasn’t after him as a person.
Having encountered too many idiots, suddenly seeing such a transparent and understanding living person in life… Honestly, even Xi Yun’s face, usually wearing an expression of cold alienation, seemed to glow with a faint divine light.
This kind of person was simply Ultra Rare (UR) tier!
The young man’s expression was lazy and carefree; no one would guess his inner thoughts had twisted and turned countless times. For example, regarding Xie Jun, who had watched him enter Xi Yun’s bedroom last night and watched him come downstairs this morning.
“Did you really sleep with Xi Yun?”
A mouthful of water hadn’t yet been swallowed, and Le Can nearly sprayed it out on the spot.
Sensing danger, Xie Jun nimbly retracted the face she had thrust forward. With lingering fear, she reached out and gently touched her perfectly made-up face.
Today, she had changed into a Bohemian-style maxi dress she recently liked and had gotten up early to apply a matching full face of makeup. Whether it was the clothes or the makeup, both were still in that fresh, novelty state—they couldn’t be ruined just like that.
She looked completely oblivious to the fact that there was a [huge] problem with what she just said.
That mouthful of soft water seemed to turn into a dry, hard steamed bun. Le Can swallowed it with great difficulty, then pressed his stomach, feeling a strong sense of indigestion.
Slept together? Didn’t sleep together?
The key to the answer lay in whether the “sleep” Xie Jun referred to was static or dynamic?
After two seconds of silence, Le Can chose:
“Sister Jun cares so much about Xi Yun… do you… actually really like Xi Yun?”
——He chose mutual destruction.
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Xie Jun, who was just using her fingertip to dab a little lipstick to touch up her lips, lost control of her hand in shock upon hearing this. Her finger swiped whoosh—flying straight from the corner of her mouth to the tail of her eye.
Just like that, an abrupt red streak was added to her beautiful, harmonious makeup.
Xie Jun slowly lifted her eyelids, staring blankly at the young man who was methodically picking up a xiaolongbao (soup dumpling) and sucking out the broth. After a long while, she slowly gave a thumbs up.
“Impressive!”
Le Can pursed his lips in an embarrassed, light smile.
“You and Xi Yun, truly worthy of being a couple who can sleep in the same bed.”
The corners of his lips, which had just curled up, dropped sharply again.
Le Can watched Xie Jun, who was hurriedly bowing her head to salvage her makeup, and silently, very silently, swallowed the rebuttal “we didn’t sleep in the same blanket.”
He could see it; Xie Jun bore no malice whatsoever, she simply had a problem with the way she spoke.
In this world, some people have honey on their lips but a sword in their belly, some are straightforward and outspoken, and some talk human to humans and ghost to ghosts… thousands of people have thousands of faces, it’s very normal.
But precisely because it was normal, it was even more infuriating!
Le Can let out a light hehe chuckle, silently tallying this debt onto Xi Yun’s account in his heart.
Who cares what the hell reason it was—who wants to sleep in the same bed, in the same room with Xi Yun, only to be gossiped about and unable to refute it?!
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“Ah!”
Xie Jun, who was wiping the excess lipstick off her face using her phone screen as a mirror, suddenly held up the communication device that had popped up a message.
“Little Yuan Cheng says they got through to that raw stone seller; he agreed to move the viewing time up to today.”
As she spoke, Xie Jun raised her powder puff and rapidly patted her face with a lightning-fast eighteen-strike combo, “Brother! Eat faster, we’ll head out to meet them in a bit!”
With the preview exhibition imminent, every auction house was like the Eight Immortals crossing the sea—each showing their special prowess—using various methods to hype their lots to the skies. Only Weiyuanjing remained silent; every minute and every second now was exceptionally precious!
Originally, Xie Jun still harbored unease about “two days later.” If not for Le Can, who appeared like a stroke of genius and made her truly curious, she would have rushed straight back last night to work on her family’s Old Master.
Cough cough, not to continue swindling the precious collection from his hands. After all, although Xie Jun didn’t want to admit it, that guy Xi Yun actually made some sense.
She mainly thought that although her grandpa had no filter on his mouth, he hadn’t eaten salt (lived) for so many years and suffered silent losses for nothing. He still had one or two friends with real ability whom he had shamelessly befriended.
In their hands, there must be some real treasures rarely known to the outside world!
As long as they could spare just one piece, whether through money, favors, or finding a better treasure to exchange with them later, it was surely more reliable than searching for a needle in a haystack out there.
But now it seemed unnecessary, and Xie Jun breathed a sigh of relief.
The first sigh was because the item was secured.
As for the second sigh, well, there was one thing she hadn’t mentioned… the Old Master at home cared very much about saving face. If his face could be preserved, it should be preserved as much as possible.
While recalling her own bitter and rugged psychological journey, Xie Jun continued without lifting her head:
“I heard you need an acquaintance to lead the way over there, otherwise you can’t even find the door to get in. We can’t be too late; it doesn’t matter if Xi Yun and Yuan Cheng wait, but it’s not good to make the person helping us wait too long…”
Xie Jun had a personality where she couldn’t help but chatter endlessly when happy; Le Can figured this out after listening to a couple of sentences.
People in this state didn’t need a response from others, so he thoughtfully didn’t interrupt this comfort, instead speeding up the chopsticks in his hand.
Fortunately, fearing grease for breakfast, Aunt Liang hadn’t made only xiaolongbao (soup dumplings) for Le Can.
A steamer basket of six petite soup dumplings—if one didn’t fuss about dining etiquette—could be eaten quickly, one bite per dumpling.
Vegetarian steamed dumplings with crystal-clear skins stuffed with carrots, wood ear mushrooms, and eggs; half gone in one bite, finished in two.
Finally, a small bowl of localized Borscht, sour with a hint of sweetness, featuring savory red sausage, soft and mealy tomatoes and potatoes, and large chunks of tender beef brisket with tendons…
Although his stomach was warm and proclaiming satisfaction, his mouth felt lonely and wanted to gnaw on something.
At this moment, the considerate and truly understanding Aunt Liang would bring over some homemade snacks with a cheerful and affectionate smile.
When Le Can got it in his hand, he realized it was dried pork jerky—sweet with a savory aroma, chewy and resilient, getting more fragrant the more you chewed.
Crystal clear honey coated the surface of the dried meat, which was slightly dark red without added coloring. That wordless but stunning feeling was like when he ate the dried small fish last time—the sensation of biting through the fish bone that was crispy enough to tingle.
Forgot to mention, the dried small fish were also made by Aunt Liang herself.
Opening the lid, Le Can couldn’t wait to pull out a slice of honey-glazed pork jerky and stuff it into his mouth. When he looked up again, tears were in his eyes as he silently sent a look to Aunt Liang, who seemed to be glowing all around.
Auntie, you really have a future in making money!
Xie Jun obviously knew Aunt Liang’s culinary skills well.
When she finished fixing her makeup and looked up to see the small transparent jar in Le Can’s hands, plus the fact that it was only half full…
Before she could even see clearly what it was, the person whose outfit today was already unrestrained lunged forward like a hungry tiger!
Le Can, holding the remaining half of the pork jerky in his mouth, didn’t even close the lid before running outside non-stop.
“Ahhh! You brat, freeze right there!”
Le Can looked back at Xie Jun, who was clutching her skirt hem, balancing on sky-high heels, her expression vivid and fierce, and laughed until he was bent over halfway.
However, the consequences of running without looking at the road soon arrived.
The youth’s slender but thin back slammed thud into a rock-hard wall of muscle. Because the other party was too stable, he was even jolted forward a half-step by the impact.
Xie Jun: “Yes yes yes! Yin Wuyu, stop him for me!”
The “Yu” that had been repeatedly mentioned the previous night and that morning suddenly popped up. And it was a brand new character who hadn’t appeared in the hundred thousand words Le Can had read.
The young man, barely steadying his footing, couldn’t help but be a bit distracted.
But the next second, a massive force seized both his wrists hanging at his sides, then with lightning speed, raised them high in the air.
Le Can, inexplicably finding himself half-lifted off the ground: ???
The youth’s flexible and slender body twisted violently, and the long leg forced to stand on tiptoe suddenly kicked backward. The shapely calf traced a sharp arc in the air, using all of Le Can’s strength without mercy.
Bam, the kick hit something as expected.
But Le Can frowned sharply.
Because the grip clamped on his wrists didn’t loosen even a bit, and that “Yin Wuyu” Xie Jun mentioned didn’t make a sound other than breathing.
“Aha! I caught you after all!”
The jar in his hand was snatched away, and only then did Le Can remember Xie Jun, who hadn’t caught up for a long time.
He calmly and unapologetically retracted his awkwardly positioned leg; although restrained, his mouth remained unforgiving.
“Was it you who caught me? Miss Xie…”
Xie Jun wasn’t the least bit guilty either. Biting on the spoil of war she had snatched—which seemed even more delicious now—she waved her hand to signal the blockheaded Yin Wuyu to let go.
“Yin Wuyu is my man. Since my man caught you, then it’s me, Xie Jun, who caught you.”
She viciously bit off a corner of the pork jerky, her raised brows and eyes full of unbridled brightness and flamboyance, “What, not convinced? Lit-tle Bro-ther!”
Finally landing fully on solid ground, Le Can rubbed his reddened wrists, smiling gently and meekly, “Convinced, how could I not be convinced?”
Xie Jun: “…”
Young man, this look of yours—almost exactly the same as when your husband is holding back his bad temper—is really not convincing at all.
Ding-dong, a new message notification.
Xie Jun chewed the snack in her mouth, its deliciousness now diminished, and looked down listlessly.
When she looked up again, the miserably wilted flower bud instantly transformed into a fierce, fire-breathing tyrannosaurus.
“Fuck! How did that bastard Xi Ziyu get the news?!”
Xi? And another “Yu”?
Le Can silently raised an eyebrow.
The situation seemed to be getting interesting.
However, the frequency of this “Yu” appearing was really not low; Xi Yun wouldn’t think he was fooling him, right?
Tsk…
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