Chapter 1515 - 777: Confucius Was Right
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Qing Yi looked at Qing Shui curiously, wondering why Qing Shui suddenly reacted so strongly. More puzzling was why Yuhe suddenly called Jie Jie. Despite their good relationship, they certainly hadn’t reached the level where they would call each other by such intimate names.
Yuhe was incredibly happy; just watching Qing Shui eat made him smile. However, every time their eyes met, Qing Yi would see traces of luck, secret admiration, and even complexity in Yuhe’s eyes.
After finishing the meal, when Yuhe was about to leave, he suddenly stopped, looked at Qing Shui, and said, "Qing Shui, why don’t you walk me out? Aunt Yu wants to talk to you about a few things!"
Qing Shui noticed the signal Qing Yi was giving him and immediately nodded when he left Yuhe Inn.
"Confucius was right, both the scheming girl and the sly man are hard to deal with!" Qing Shui murmured softly to himself as he walked toward Yuhe.
"What are you complaining about? I didn’t hear clearly." Yu He
"I said Aunt Yu’s charm has skyrocketed to the nine heavens, and I’m wondering which lucky man will steal your heart!"
"Why did you suddenly shout loudly during breakfast earlier? I’m curious!" Yuhe laughed as he looked at Qing Shui and asked.
Looking at Yuhe, Qing Shui was shocked, as memories of their accidental bumping resurfaced; how secretive he was, how alluring he was—that’s all he could think of. He suddenly embraced him tightly.
"Aunt Yu, I was wrong!" Then he wrapped his hands tightly around him. Naturally, he didn’t forget to take the opportunity to smell the fragrance of his Divine Body.
Yuhe froze, gasped, and even forgot to push away the Qing Shui who was nibbling on tofu.
But since the deed was done, he would still be happy about it, right?
Qing Shui had never experienced such a marvelous feeling before!
"Ah!" Finally recovering, Yuhe forcefully pushed Qing Shui away, angrily pouting, his eyes tearing up as if he would break down and cry.
"Yes... you’re bullying me!"
Despite looking terrified and pained, there was no sign of hysteria. Qing Shui found that the current Yuhe was oddly more attractive. No longer having the aura of a successful young entrepreneur, he instead resembled a fragile and somewhat pathetic girl who had suffered much throughout her life. "Yes... you’re bullying me!"
Seeing Yuhe’s expression, akin to that of a helpless weak girl, a surge of warmth emanated from his Divine Body. He executed the same action as before and embraced him. Although the action was similar, this embrace had no ulterior motive.
"I’m sorry, I must take responsibility for this!" Qing Shui said while looking at Yuhe’s tear-stained face, seriously expressing his feelings, his heart trembling slightly.
"Responsibility?" Yuhe asked him blankly, feeling foolish.
"Uh... be my girl, I’ll marry you and treat you well." Qing Shui awkwardly rubbed his nose.
After a moment, Yuhe couldn’t help but laugh. That laughter was like raindrops on pear blossoms; he didn’t even know why he was laughing. He wasn’t mocking Qing Shui, who seemed like he was trying to reach for the stars[1]. After all, he didn’t consider himself comparable to the swan, nor did he see Qing Shui as a terrible toad. His laughter was directed at himself, filled with helplessness.
"What are you laughing at? Do you like me? After spending time with me, have you realized all my merits?"
Yuhe stared at the serious young man before him, continuing to laugh. He was at a loss with himself. Qing Shui’s previous crude act didn’t evoke any bad reactions, he just felt that Qing Shui somehow touched the inner Wenqing of his heart. Besides feeling slightly uncomfortable, there was even a hint of excitement, as he recalled that moment and laughed.
"You’re still young, don’t impulsively say things like that. I will forgive your impudence this time. If there’s a next time, I won’t be merciful." Yuhe then flashed his teeth at Qing Shui.
Qing Shui couldn’t help but feel that Yuhe possessed the charm of a youthful girl. He didn’t know whether to feel happy or a bit deflated hearing his words.
"Aunt Yu!"
"What?! Call me Yu Jie!"
Qing Shui, "..."
"Do you have something you want to tell me?"
"Yes, about the black fish." Yuhe had recovered from the shock earlier and swept his hair back behind his ear, exuding the aura of a mature girl.
"You’ve found the daily supply of 10 fish too little?"
"Yes, those wealthy and influential people have already booked them. Even people from outside the city camp at my inn daily, complaining. Yuhe secretly confided to Qing Shui, blinking her alluring eyes.
The two walked shoulder-to-shoulder towards Yuhe Inn. Many people on the street frequently stared at them. They emitted an intriguing aura of a good couple. Qing Shui was tall and handsome; most importantly, he exuded a sense of gentleness and calm that most adult men lacked, making others jealous and desiring greater intimacy. His eyes were particularly captivating, with a purple dot between his brows that seemed to give him a touch of demon-like allure, attracting more people.
Yuhe, his charming figure was as exquisite as jade. His head was lower than Qing Shui’s, with a smile containing traces of subtle arrogance. His eyes were clear and transparent, his nose sculpted like jade. His twin peaks and lively bottom appeared round as melons, complemented by creamy slender legs—a combination irresistible to all men.
As they chatted while strolling down the street, in the end, Qing Shui agreed to increase the supply of fish to 20. That was the limit he stated, otherwise, the black fish would no longer be popular.