Chapter 44: CH 44

Transfer two yuan to you

The watch that Song Yan had Shen Jiayan sell for him before just happened to be an Omega wristwatch.

Several days ago, it was just sold, and today, Xia Zhiye received the same kind of watch. Although he couldn’t quite verbalize what was weird about it, Song Yan still felt something was wrong.

He opened his phone, and clicked on Shen Jiayan’s WeChat profile, then asked: [Who was the person that bought the wristwatch that I asked you to help me sell before]

Shen Jiayan replied very quickly: [Wait for me to look for the message from the buyer]

[The Sweetest Little Milk Strawberry in the World]: A man with the last name ‘Gu’.

[YAN]: What was the address?

[The Sweetest Little Milk Strawberry in the World]: Shanghai, what happened?

A Mr. Gu from Shanghai. The address and last name both weren’t right, it was probably just a coincidence.

But why would this rich jiejie buy Xia Zhiye such an expensive gift for no apparent reason?

And even said ‘what are you going to give in return for the debt you owe?’

What did she want Xia Zhiye to give in return? What else does Xia Zhiye have besides a leather bag that could barely be brought out into the public eye? Doesn’t she know that Xia Zhiye is still just a high school student?

The more Song Yan thought, the more irritated he became, and he directly called out: “Xia Zhiye, come out for a bit.”

Xia Zhiye was just in the kitchen, cutting cucumbers, and he raised his head to look out the window: “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing’s wrong, you come out first.”

Song Yan held the package, and stood in the courtyard, a face of someone that had a debt to settle.

Xia Zhiye had done too many shameful things, and for a moment, had no idea exactly which car had overturned1. He might as well remain unaffected, so he leisurely washed his hands, wiped it dry, then walked out and asked: “Yan ge, what instructions do you have?”

Song Yan tossed the item in his hands onto the table: “What is this?”

Xia Zhiye’s gaze followed the direction of the other’s hand, and a deathly premonition immediately rushed up to his head.

After he heard that Song Yan planned to sell his watch, he browsed around on Salted Fish, and with a glance, found a certain someone with the ID ‘The Sweetest Little Milk Strawberry in the World’.

A 200,000 yuan, Omega seaweed green colored wrist watch that was 95% brand new, was being sold for 50,000 yuan. It wasn’t exaggerated to say that this person was stupid and had too much money.

Xia Zhiye was reluctant for Song Yan to bear such a big loss, and even more reluctant to let this young master have no money to use, so he asked Xia Yu to buy the watch under her husband’s name.

He thought that after he tricked Song Yan into his hands, and their relationship was stable, then Song Yan would be reluctant to murder his husband. Xia Zhiye would then be able to bring out this watch, first to confess, secondly, to surprise Song Yan, and as a result, he would be able to get the best of both worlds.

But who would have thought that Xia Yu would actually send this watch over, and it would just happen to be intercepted by Song Yan.

Thinking of Song Yan’s drunken truthfulness, wherein the drunkard mentioned assassinating him, Xia Zhiye began to think quickly about how to confess his true intentions to Song Yan while at death’s door, so as to have Song Yan leave an intact corpse upon his death.

But Song Yan was the first to open his mouth: “What is this supposed to mean?”

The meaning of this question was obvious.

Xia Zhiye felt that the best solution at this time was to be honest in order to reduce his sentence as appropriate, so he explained in a low voice: “The most important thing is that I am distressed for you, seeing as you even lent Shang Huai money, so……”

“So you went to provoke a rich woman?”

Xia Zhiye: “?”

“I know that you won’t do something that exceeds the bottom line, but can you guarantee that others don’t have that sort of inclination? Let me ask you, if you really accepted such an expensive gift, what do you plan on giving in return? Taking the plunge and opening yourself up for business, or going off to be a little milk dog for others?”

Song Yan’s voice clearly pressed down a sense of irritation and dissatisfaction, his voice was very low, and it was likely because he was afraid grandma Liu and little mahjong would overhear.

Xia Zhiye suddenly felt he and Song Yan didn’t seem to be talking about the same thing.

Sure enough, Song Yan once again feigned indifference as he continued to say: “Originally, there are some things that I didn’t want to bring up, but on behalf of little mahjong, I feel that I still have to warn you, stop provoking strange people. If you need anything just tell me directly. No matter how much money I borrow, it will still include your share. After all, it won’t be as bad as borrowing from those unknown female netizens who are coveting you.”

Xia Zhiye now thoroughly understood what Song Yan was thinking, and he couldn’t help laughing: “So how does our Yan ge know the person who sent me the gift is a female netizen?”

The word ‘netizen’ was slightly emphasized, and only then did Song Yan realize that Xia Zhiye still didn’t know that he knew about Xia Zhiye accompanying a rich woman to play games.

In order to hide his sockpuppet ‘Beautiful and Rich Little Lady’, he could only reply with a cold face: “I guessed it when I played with Shang Huai and the others.”

“Oh, so it’s like that.” Xia Zhiye nodded, “But your guess may not be right. For example, in this day and age, it’s hard to say whether the person behind a beautiful and rich little lady is a female netizen, or a male netizen.”

Song Yan immediately raised his eyes.

Xia Zhiye watched as Song Yan’s gaze turned vigilant, and he lightly laughed: “I was talking about Shen Jiayan. That day, I discovered that he was ‘The Sweetest Little Milk Strawberry in the World’.”

Song Yan had also realized that his expression was excessively guilty, and his face stiffened: “Anyway, no matter if it’s a male or female, you should stay further away from them.”

“Sure. But you said that if I need anything, I can directly tell you, is that true?”

“Yeah.”

“Then can I speak out of turn and ask something?”

“Hurry up and spit it out.”

“Those female netizens send me gifts because they’re pursuing me as a pure and beautiful male high school student, then what does our Yan ge want for helping me out?” Xia Zhiye smiled as he asked Song Yan.

Sng Yan turned and avoided the other’s gaze, his voice was very cold: “I’m not seeking anything. Just that I see that grandma is quite old, little mahjong is too small, your parents have also passed, and purely feel that you don’t have it easy.”

“Just because of this?”

“Just because of this.”

“Tsk.” Xia Zhiye regretfully sighed, “And here I was thinking it was because you covet my beauty.”

Song Yan unhappily replied: “Why would I, as a man, covet your fucking beauty.”

“Why can’t a boy covet another boy’s beauty, it’s not like you haven’t seen it before. Anyway, if you were to covet my beauty, I also wouldn’t mind.” Xia Zhiye looked at Song Yan, his eyes bent, as if smiling without a smile, “So will our Yan ge consider it?”

At that moment, Song Yan felt that the smile in Xia Zhiye’s eyes didn’t seem entirely like an improper joke at all. So much so that when their eyes met, his heart skipped half a beat.

By the time he fully reacted, he directly kicked Xia Zhiye: “Don’t fucking joke around like that. The next time you say nonsense like that again, don’t blame me for beating you up.”

After saying this, with quick steps, he bolted into the room, completely forgetting that he looked for Xia Zhiye at first to settle an account.

Xia Zhiye laughed as he picked up the watch, unhurriedly walked into his room, then placed it in the topmost drawer and locked it.

To hit is to kiss, and to scold is to love. Song Yan loves him this much, which means that sooner or later, this watch will one day see the light again.

Meanwhile, Song Yan only felt that Xia Zhiye was sick, and didn’t give him any reaction after an entire afternoon.

After eating lunch, he just laid on the sofa to take an afternoon nap, not wanting to say another word to Xia Zhiye.

But the more you found someone irritating, the greater their influence would be.

In his dream, he tightly wrapped himself around that person, craving the scent and warmth on the other’s body. On one hand, he was aware that he was being shameful, while on the other hand, he insatiably indulged himself. And that person began to give him a tender response, slowly turning around under the sun and shade.

The afternoon sunlight shone down through the window in a gentle and loving manner, slowly haloing the appearance of that person, with deep brows, light colored eyes, affectionately smiling eyes, and a small mole at the tip of their nose.

In the dream, Song Yan didn’t seem to be surprised as to who the person in front of him was, and also chose not to push this person away. He decided only to shut his eyes, and allowed the nothingness of his dream to lump together his nonexistent senses and pushed himself over to the other party.

When he woke up, his back had already exuded a dense layer of cold sweat.

By the time his consciousness completely returned, he felt a change somewhere in his body, and only then did Song Yan realize what he did in his dream.

He got up and rushed towards the bathroom, locked the door, unscrewed the faucet, adjusted the temperature to the lowest, stripped naked and stood under the shower, then irritatedly ruffled his hair.

Fuck, what the fuck is this supposed to mean.

If it were early in the morning, he could understand it as a normal male physiological reaction, but what could this reaction at three or four in the afternoon mean?

Also, why would he have that kind of dream, even if he was a boy undergoing puberty venting his vigorous hormones, then the other party shouldn’t have been Xia Zhiye.

It was definitely because Xia Zhiye, that dumbass, never acted properly and would speak groundlessly all the time, so that even little fatty thought there was something between the two of them, which hinted at his mentality, causing him to dream of the things he had been thinking about during the day.

So the root of all evil was Xia Zhiye’s mouth that had no filter.

After Song Yan arrived at this verdict, he had calmed down, shut off the faucet, then discovered he didn’t bring a change of clothes, and his undershirt had already been drenched in sweat. He couldn’t rewear it at all, so he pulled out his phone, then sent a WeChat to Xia Zhiye: [Bring a change of clothes over]

[Dumbass]: ?

[YAN]: Bathroom.

A minute later, the bathroom door was knocked on, and Song Yan opened the door slightly, reached out to take the clothes, then with a ‘bang’ shut the door heavily.

Xia Zhiye stood outside the door, a bit curious: “Why are you showering in the middle of the afternoon?”

Song Yan moodily replied: “Because I’m happy using the water in your house?”

Xia Zhiye: “……”

Song Yan: “……”

It seems the other really did use the water in his house.

After a moment of awkward silence, Song Yan’s face stiffened: “I’ll send you money for the water bill.”

After speaking, Xia Zhiye’s phone vibrated.

He held it up to look, and received [Song Daxi]’s transfer of 2.00 yuan.

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Note: [Prostitute’s fee]

Prostitute’s fee?

When did Song Yan visit2 him?

Xia Zhiye raised his brows in confusion, meanwhile, Song Yan on the other side of the door had already put away his phone, put on his clothes, then opened the door.

Just, Xia Zhiye had that kind of expression in his dream, even if he gave the other money for the water bill, two yuan was more than enough to settle the bill.

Meanwhile, Xia Zhiye was entirely clueless as to the fact that the first time he opened up his face for business, it was only worth two yuan.

But once he raised his head, he saw the freshly washed and fragrant Song Yan, and he smoothly placed his hand on Song Yan’s shoulder, and he discussed: “How about I transfer two yuan to you, and you come visit me again?”

Song Yan’s face was blank: “I’ll give you three seconds to take your claws off me.”

“Don’t be like this.”

“Three.”

“What’s wrong with hugging you for a bit.”

“Two.”

“Your body is really fragrant, did you use my body wash?”

“One.”

“Hss——”

Xia Zhiye very exaggeratedly inhaled a breath of cold air.

From the start, Song Yan’s hand exuded no strength at all, but hearing Xia Zhiye inhale, he still released his hand, and unhappily replied: “Seeing as you know that it hurts, next time pay attention to your words and actions.”

Xia Zhiye stretched the wrist that Song Yan had just pushed off: “What’s wrong.”

“Nothing’s wrong, just feel that we have to avoid arousing suspicion.”

“?”

Song Yan raised his eye: “Or do you think that it’s very interesting when you say a bunch of nonsense all day long, fooling around with your hands and legs, then having others misunderstand us as being gay?”

Xia Zhiye: “……”

He didn’t know whether or not he should remind Song Yan that it takes two to tango. For example, at this very moment, Song Yan was sitting on the sofa in his house, wearing his oversized sweatshirt, which easily provoked wild and fanciful thoughts.

But as the fundamental cultivation of being henpecked, he still nodded: “You’re right. So are we still going to the amusement park tonight?”

Song Yan had just wanted to say they weren’t going, but he just happened to see little mahjong, who had long worn her little flower skirt and braided her hair, and was sticking her head out to look at him from within the room.

The little girl already had a pair of both large, and round eyes, and when she pitifully blinked her eyes, for a person who was sharp-mouthed but soft hearted, her destructive power was comparable to a nuclear weapon.

Song Yan was silent for three seconds: “Go.”

“Yay!” Little mahjong threw herself forward, directly leaping from the living room doorway into Song Yan’s arms, “I love Yan gege the most, Yan gege is the bestest, kindest, cutest person in the entire world!”

She was worthy of being a little sister who had been picked up from the garbage heap by Xia Zhiye, and her aesthetics were cut from the same cloth as his.

Xia Zhiye was very satisfied with this little tool person’s performance, but this didn’t affect the gloomy envy that stemmed from the fact that little mahjong could hug Song Yan and rub this way and that, so with one hand, he pulled her off of Song Yan’s body.

“That’s enough, stop acting cute. Go pack up your little bag, and wait for gege to change, then we’ll head out.”

Song Yan glanced at the other, and saw the other wearing a perfectly fine knitted sweater: “Why are you changing your clothes?”

“I’m changing into clothes that you should wear when going to the amusement park.”

“?”

Xia Zhiye’s so-called clothes suitable for the amusement park, was an Iron Man x Marvel sweater.

After he changed, Song Yan then realized that he was wearing the same style sweater, but with Captain America instead.

Using Xia Zhiye’s words, it was the look they should have when going to the amusement park. Song Yan was also too lazy to speak any more nonsense with him, it was all the same either way, and instead, directly called a cab, then brought little mahjong towards the suburban district.

It hasn’t been long since this amusement park opened, and it was now the largest amusement park in Nanwu and had the broadest audience.

But little mahjong was really too young, and couldn’t participate in many of the rides. Other than a few rides that were specifically designed for small children in the parent-child park, she could only see the cartoon character parade and the fireworks display at night.

So they didn’t leave that early, and by the time they arrived at the amusement park, it was close to dusk. They just happened to catch a competition in the parent-child amusement park that offered prizes, and a group of parents and children surrounded the area.

Song Yan had no interest in these little radishes that weren’t even as tall as his thighs, and skirted around them with his hands in his pocket. However little mahjong was so excited, and ran around this way and that in her little flower skirt.

She was short and small, so she could squeeze in everywhere. If you weren’t careful, her figure would disappear. In the end, they had no other choice, and Xia Zhiye could only pick her up and carry her one-handedly in his arms. His other hand held onto Song Yan’s wrist, preventing a certain scowling friend from also wandering off and getting lost.

Song Yan was suddenly pulled, and was just about to make Xia Zhiye let him go, when little mahjong relied on the superior view from sitting on Xia Zhiye’s arms to look amidst the crowd. Then with great excitement, she wow’ed: “Gege! Gege! There’s a princess and a castle! A really big princess and a huge castle!”

She just finished shouting when a nearby worker brought out a pamphlet, and smiled: “Little one, do you want a princess castle?”

Little mahjong didn’t even think before she nodded heavily. But she had just finished nodding, when she pouted, then shook her head: “Little mahjong doesn’t want one.”

It was probably the first time they encountered this kind of child, and the worker was a bit astonished. Then she patiently and tenderly asked: “How come this little friend doesn’t want one?”

Little mahjong quietly mumbled: “Because it’s definitely very expensive, little mahjong doesn’t want grandma to spend too much money.”

The worker’s smile immediately grew even more tender: “Don’t worry little friend, you don’t have to buy the princess castle. You just need to participate in our competition, and win first place. Then you can take it home with you.”

Little mahjong’s eyes immediately brightened: “Jiejie, I really don’t need to spend any money?”

The worker laughed while nodding: “Yeah, you really don’t need to.”

After she said this, she handed over the flier in her hand: “With the entrance tickets, you can sign up for our parent-child competition, only two guardians and one child are required. If you sign up, each participant will receive a family keychain. We have set up six levels of prizes, from first to sixth place. The first place prize is a complete set of a Barbie princess doll along with a castle that children love.”

Xia Zhiye glanced at the contest rules written on the flier, then glanced around at the surrounding young couples with their children, then glanced at Song Yan who had an expression that said ‘if you dare make laozi sign up for this, then laozi will exterminate your entire family’, and created a plan in his heart.

“Your activity is really interesting, but we only have one guardian here.”

“Aren’t you both her geges?”

The worker pointed at him, then pointed at Song Yan.

“He’s just a classmate.”

“No problem, it’s not like we’re checking your residence permit3. It’s fine as long as the person who accompanies the child is at least over 16 years old.”

“No need, my classmate is a bit more introverted, and doesn’t like participating in these kinds of events.”

The worker spoke regretfully: “Ah, so it’s like that, then that’s too much of a pity. Is this classmate not willing to participate?”

The worker looked at Song Yan, and Song Yan was just about to reject her, when little mahjong’s head pitifully drooped down: “Little mahjong really, really wants it.”

Song Yan’s words of rejection reached his mouth and was swallowed, then switched into another sentence: “Can I directly buy this princess castle?”

The worker shook her head: “You can’t, none of the prizes can be bought.”

Little mahjong’s head immediately drooped down even further, but she still harbored a gleam of hope: “Can Yan gege really not participate?”

Xia Zhiye turned his head to look at Song Yan.

Song Yan: “……”

Xia Zhiye comforted him: “It’s fine if you don’t want to participate, don’t force yourself. I’ll just pick up a few more orders and accompany others to play, then I’ll just buy one that looks similar to this one.”

He had just finished speaking, but little mahjong took him seriously, then rushed to shake her head: “Little mahjong doesn’t want Ye gege to spend money, little mahjong doesn’t want the princess castle anymore.”

Xia Zhiye rubbed her head: “Don’t worry, Ye gege has money, I’ll buy you one that looks super nice, okay?”

“No, little mahjong has the cloth dolls that grandma made, they’re really pretty.”

“You really don’t want it?”

“……Yeah.” Little mahjong buried her head into Xia Zhiye’s neck to stop looking at that princess castle, then stuffily said, “Little mahjong really doesn’t want it. Ye gege, let’s go play somewhere else, okay?”

Xia Zhiye also didn’t expect little mahjong to be so understanding at such a young age, and thought he would buy an even better one for her later. Then while hugging her, he turned around and prepared to leave.

But he had just turned around, when a cold voice sounded from behind him: “Wait a minute.”

He turned around, and found Song Yan looking straight at him with no expression on his face: “If a second person from No.3 Middle High knows about what happened tonight, then you and I are finished.”

“……”

Xia Zhiye stared at a certain someone whose entire face was irritable and impatient, yet whose hands honestly accepted the sign up sheet, then laughed while agreeing, “Sure.”

So half an hour later, little fatty and Kong Xiaoxiao, who had played for an entire day and were entirely spent, who were planning to rest for a bit and each held an ice cream cone in their hands, sat inside Mickey and Minnie’s house, and stared out into the the group of affectionate young mothers and fathers. Then they saw two handsome high school boys wearing a couple’s outfit, who looked incompatible amidst the crowd as they pulled along a small girl, and they were stunned.

Little fatty’s face looked lifeless: “Is it that my eyes are blurred?”

Kong Xiaoxiao’s eyes were empty: “If you are also asking me this question, then that means they aren’t.”

“So they actually already have a daughter?”

“Looks like it.”

“……”

“The world sure is strange.”

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