The Correct Way Of Feeding The Sick And Delicate Villain Chapter 45
The Hero and the Villain Happily Meet (1)
Before going to bed, Ding Yi wanted to ask the system about the abnormal status warnings, but the system seemed to be offline.
As she laid on her sheets, she stared blankly at the canopy, thinking about what Mu Yueshi had just said.
Honestly speaking, she had already pretty much forgotten what her past home had looked like after living here for so long. She had worked so hard on the system’s quests to accumulate enough points and go home, but after sitting down and contemplating her situation, she started wondering why she needed to go back in the first place.
Her previous home was just an empty apartment. There wasn’t anybody that she cared for there, and there probably wasn’t anybody that cared for her either…
Having realized that, she felt more and more uncomfortable. And so, as if to cut off that train of thought, Ding Yi covered her face with her sheets. It was only until midnight that she fell asleep.
At the same time, the next room over was bright with candlelight, but the room was empty.
The following day, when Ding Yi got up, she didn’t see Mu Yueshi anywhere in the house. She checked the kitchen and found some food on the stovetop.
Ding Yi left the house while chewing on a whole grain bun, and she found that there were many people gathered at a neighbor’s house, whispering about something.
Ding Yi went over and asked: “What happened?”
“That happened, look over there. Wen Xiucai’s house caught fire last night, even the walls of the side room had collapsed,” sighed the middle aged woman who liked to gossip the most.
Ding Yi was shocked: “No way? Was anybody hurt?”
Wen Xiucai’s house was just on the other side of the road, but she had absolutely no idea that it was burning last night!
That’s so strange.
“Nobody was hurt, but I heard a couple of his books were burned. Sigh, as I’ve always said, young people should show restraint when studying. Otherwise, it’s very easy to tip over an oil lamp and set fire to the house…”
“…It’s great that nobody was hurt,” said Ding Yi, in a daze. She looked towards Wen Xiucai’s house and creased her brows.
She activated her true sight, but she didn’t see any signs of ghastly activity.
Then it was probably a misplaced candle or something.
Sigh, studying by candlelight seemed to be a big no-no.
Ding Yi paced a bit before hearing someone say sardonically: “As they say, you shouldn’t judge a book by its cover. Wen Xiucai looked to be a bookish, introverted, and honest person, but lo and behold, people are different when there’s nobody around. I was woken up pretty early today, and when I arrived, guess what? I found some half burnt erotic picture albums and some female portraits. How indecent, hmph…”
“For real?”
“Of course! Why would I lie to you? There’s others at the time who also saw what I did, but it all eventually went up in flames…”
Ding Yi heard the cacophony of voices, and found the bun in her mouth suddenly difficult to swallow.
Honestly speaking, she was surprised that the upstanding-looking Wen Xiucai had such a hobby in private. She had been interacting with the man quite frequently as of late…
While the surrounding people gossiped, Ding Yi silently sat down underneath the banyan tree, slightly sullen.
Not long after, a shadow loomed over here. The owner of the shadow stood right in front of her.
Ding Yi lifted her head, startled, and saw the slightly smiling Mu Yueshi looking at her, his crescent eyes gleaming.
At first she was stupefied, and she asked, surprised: “How come I didn’t see you this morning? Where’d you go?”
“I went to buy some fish,” said Mu Yueshi, showing her the two still floundering fish, which he had held behind him, as if boasting about some magnificent treasure. “Have you forgotten? The day before yesterday, you said you wanted to have some stewed fish. This is a pretty rare fish. I’ve been looking all of yesterday. Can you check if it's the type of fish you wanted?”
Ding Yi forced out a smile and received the fish.
It was only then that Mu Yueshi seemed to notice the commotion.
“What’s happening?” he asked, surprised.
“Wen Xiucai’s house caught fire yesterday evening. He’s fine, but he lost some valuables,” sighed Ding Yi. “Didn’t you see anything while heading out in the morning?” she asked, slightly perplexed.
“They were here since morning, but I was in a hurry at that time so I didn’t ask…” Mu Yueshi was a little embarrassed, and as if he was afraid that Ding Yi would be unhappy, he added: “Then I should go and check to see if brother Wen is alright!”
He turned around to leave, but Ding Yi stopped him. “Never mind that, it’s too messy over there,” she said, her voice stuffy.
She didn’t want him to hear the gossip.
Mu Yueshi looked towards the crowd and retracted his gaze.
“Alright, let’s go back inside then.” He said, smiling.
And so they went back inside the house.
Ding Yi didn’t ask about Wen Xiucai, but she heard that he moved away temporarily due to having nowhere to live.
The days still passed. Ding Yi, the pseudo-shaman, still went out to catch ghosts and help people with their fengshui.
After Wen Xiucai moved away, however, she couldn’t find anyone else to do her writing for her. She still hadn’t gotten used to using the brush, and so her handwriting looked like chicken scratch.
Mu Yueshi saw that she was troubled and proactively offered to help her.
As the number of times he helped grew, he became more and more adept at writing, helping Ding Yi out a great deal.
And so, the tough job of copying talismans and ancient texts naturally fell upon his shoulders.