Chapter 6: If You Hit Me Again, I’m Done With You
As soon as that gravelly voice dropped an octave, it sounded quite fierce. Yu Deng turned around to look, meeting Zhou Yuejun’s gloomy and somewhat darkened face.
Yu Deng had never been struck before. Immediately, he clutched his bottom and glared upward at the man, his eyes filled with both indignation and grievance.
“You hit me?”
“How are you just like those village brutes who beat their wives?”
“If you ever hit me again, I’ll… I’ll stop being with you!”
But as soon as the words left his mouth, Yu Deng regretted them. He had misspoke.
In the plot, Yu Deng was often sweet to Zhou Yuejun and occasionally fierce, but except for the very end, he never mentioned breaking up.
Furthermore, it was still the early stages; he was still waiting to swindle Zhou Yuejun’s money.
They had just gotten together, and their relationship was unstable. If Zhou Yuejun really started to despise him for spending money like water and decided to leave him, what would he do?
Zhou Yuejun hadn’t even finished processing the impact of the word “wife” when, in the next second, the boy said he was leaving. He was scared to death.
He really had only touched him lightly. It was mainly because, as soon as he stepped out of the kitchen, he saw Yu Deng exposed. The boy’s rear was rounded and full, and his hand had simply twitched; he hadn’t been able to help himself.
Seeing that Yu Deng was truly angry, he hurried to coax him: “Did it really hurt?”
Yu Deng was in the middle of a fit. Even a single point of pain had to be acted out as ten. His brows knitted into a small furrow, and his lips pouted as he grumbled.
“It hurts! You’re so strong; of course it’s going to hurt when you hit me.”
Hearing him say this, Zhou Yuejun also began to doubt himself, wondering if he really had hurt Yu Deng just now.
After all, Yu Deng’s skin and flesh were delicate and precious. He certainly wasn’t like a man like himself, who was used to rough labor and had no sense of moderation in his movements.
He pulled the huffing Yu Deng toward him, resting his hand on the boy’s lower back. “Let me see.”
See?
See what?
Yu Deng’s head heated up. He immediately twisted half his body away and sat on Zhou Yuejun’s lap. Not only did he refuse to let the man touch him, but he also started to scold him.
“I won’t let you look! You definitely don’t want to see my injury; you have bad intentions. I won’t allow it!”
His pink-tinged eyelids narrowed as if he were about to conduct an interrogation.
Zhou Yuejun was indeed suffering a form of torture.
The flesh on Yu Deng’s body was soft. As he pressed against him, his weight bearing down on Zhou Yuejun’s legs while he moved about restlessly, it was anything but agonizing.
Yu Deng’s mind was agile. With a quick turn, an idea came to him: “In any case, it hurts. You have to compensate me with some money!”
He held out his hand and demanded it, point-blank, forcing Zhou Yuejun to give it to him.
Whether Zhou Yuejun truly believed him or not was unknown, but he reached into his pocket regardless.
He didn’t have much spare cash left. The money he had brought out in the morning had mostly gone toward the rent, and then he had made another trip to withdraw money for the furniture. After spending most of it, he didn’t know exactly how much was left, but he gave it all to Yu Deng.
As he touched Yu Deng’s palm, Zhou Yuejun felt as though he would be willing to hand over his very life into those soft hands.
Zhou Yuejun furrowed his brows, looking slightly uneasy. “I didn’t mean to hit you. I’ve done too much heavy labor and don’t know my own strength. You aren’t allowed to say things like not being with me anymore.”
Having received the money, Yu Deng let out a “hehe” and showed his teeth in a grin. His dark brows curved, and his eyes shimmered like pearls shrouded in spring mist.
After counting the bills, Yu Deng exercised a bit of “carrot and stick” diplomacy. He pulled out a single yuan and stuffed it into Zhou Yuejun’s pants pocket.
“Here’s some pocket money for you.”
It was clearly a dog-training tactic—a slap followed by a sweet date—but Zhou Yuejun felt it was all sweet dates, without a hint of bitterness.
Yu Deng was spending money on him; Yu Deng had him in his heart.
The water in the kitchen was boiling, but Zhou Yuejun was in no hurry to get up and turn off the stove. He rested his hand loosely on the side of Yu Deng’s waist.
“I’ll be back late tonight. You should go downstairs to eat. Don’t forget your keys when you go out.”
Yu Deng’s eyelashes fluttered. He suddenly stood up and stood between Zhou Yuejun’s legs, facing him.
“Are you leaving already? The sun is so strong right now.”
Yu Deng hesitated. Although according to his character setting, he couldn’t wait to squeeze Zhou Yuejun to death, it was currently noon and the sun was scorching overhead. Yu Deng was still a bit worried.
He wouldn’t get heatstroke, would he?
Being a male lead who grows over time is truly hard; he has to carry such a large piece of “dead weight” like himself.
Hearing that Yu Deng was concerned about him, Zhou Yuejun instead started to coax Yu Deng: “It’s not that bad. I’ll take breaks while I work. I won’t get tired.”
Yu Deng couldn’t distinguish the lie: “Alright then. You have to drink plenty of water and work hard to earn more money. I’ll wait for you at home.”
As he spoke, his crimson lips puffed out slightly. To Zhou Yuejun, they were an attraction comparable to celestial dew.
Taking a single taste wouldn’t quench his thirst; it would only feed an addiction.
Zhou Yuejun thought that if Yu Deng could give him one kiss, he wouldn’t feel tired even if he carried cement and bricks for seven days and nights.
Yu Deng was well-versed in the ways of a scumbag. One couldn’t just use the whip; there had to be encouragement too.
So, his method of encouragement was to grab Zhou Yuejun’s arm and sway it while speaking in a soft, melodic voice: “I’ll miss you~”
Zhou Yuejun didn’t want to go to the construction site at all. He had already begun to drown in this gentle land.
“Mhm.”
After mixing the water for Yu Deng, Zhou Yuejun headed out the door.
Yu Deng rinsed his body, changed into a new T-shirt and shorts, and then moved the electric fan into the bedroom.
When he woke up, Yu Deng didn’t know what time it was. He rubbed his eyes and, judging by the intensity of the sunlight outside, guessed it was around three or four in the afternoon.
He had nothing to do at home, so he lay on the bed reading his book. With the fan blowing and his calves kicked up, he was incredibly cozy.
At the construction site nearly a kilometer away.
Others couldn’t stand the scorching sun and found shady spots to drink water and rest. Zhou Yuejun alone was drenched in sweat, his clothes soaked through, yet he was still full of energy. Carrying bags of cement, his steps were steady and didn’t tremble at all.
Zhou Yuejun was built tall and sturdy, and he worked exceptionally efficiently.
Seeing him work so hard, others couldn’t help but mutter a few words.
“The way he’s working is like he doesn’t want his life. Can he handle it?”
“I heard his younger brother came. He’s still in school. Schooling costs so much money; the tuition alone is several hundred. It sounds terrifying.”
“But if you study, you’ll have a future. You won’t have to do physical labor for the rest of your life.”
They knew studying led to a future, but the money required for it was not something an ordinary family could afford. If Zhou Yuejun wanted to support someone through school, he would have a lot of bitterness to swallow in the future.
It didn’t matter to Zhou Yuejun if he suffered; he only knew that he couldn’t let Yu Deng suffer.
Outside, the sun was setting, the slanting light shimmering, but the weather remained sweltering. Even the breeze hitting one’s face was hot. Taking a breath felt like one’s body was about to ignite.
Outside the small balcony attached to the bedroom was a banyan tree that provided some shade, but cicadas were constantly buzzing, which was quite annoying.
Yu Deng glanced downstairs a few times. People were passing by, but there was no sign of Zhou Yuejun.
Should he cook dinner?
But he didn’t know how.
[Don’t. You need to be fond of eating and lazy to work. You have to make him do everything.]
[Did you follow him just to suffer?]
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