Chapter 51

Chapter 51

"Brother, brother, brother, brother, brother, brother..."

A chorus of "brother" along with the sound of footsteps thundering upstairs announced his return to the family.

The room door was pushed open, and Cheng Nanyi, drying his hair, emerged from the bathroom to see a breathless Yuanting, saying helplessly, "Knock on the door."

Yuanting slumped into a chair, shrugging, "The knocking fee expired."

Cheng Nanyi: "..." This game of getting paid for chores is eventually going to backfire on someone.

Yuanting took a hundred yuan from the wallet on the table, "One month's door-knocking fee."

Cheng Nanyi, opting for 'out of sight, out of mind', ignored the little money-grubber.

"Here." Yuanting handed over the pink envelope in his hand.

Cheng Nanyi didn’t take it; the envelope looked vaguely familiar.

"Someone asked me to give it to you," Yuanting said.

"Oh." Understanding, Cheng Nanyi opened the bottom drawer of his desk, saying indifferently, "Put it in here."

Yuanting looked down and his mouth fell open. Goodness, the drawer was nearly full of red, green, pink, blue envelopes.

"All these are from others?" Yuanting looked incredulously at him.

Cheng Nanyi took the letter from his hand, placed it inside, and then closed the drawer.

Yuanting: "..." Seriously, some are flooded with attention, and others parched for it.

But thinking about it, kids these days mature so early. There are already three couples in his fifth-grade class, calling each other 'husband' and 'wife', enough to give Yuanting goosebumps.

"I’m thirsty," Cheng Nanyi said.

"Get your own water," Yuanting remained sprawled in his chair like a boss.

Cheng Nanyi looked over, and Yuanting lifted his head smugly, "I’ve already earned this month's 500, service ends here. We’ll continue next month."

Cheng Nanyi clicked his tongue, came over, and slung his arm around Yuanting’s neck, pressing down with his weight, "Going or not?"

Yuanting, squirming under the pressure, cried out, "Going, going... I’m more than willing to be your servant, brother."

Cheng Nanyi then released him.

Yuanting scampered downstairs and returned with a glass of water, handing it to Cheng Nanyi. It was ice water.

"You give me ice water in the dead of winter?" Cheng Nanyi glared at him.

"Take it or leave it, that's the service," Yuanting retorted, and then swiftly dashed away, feeling triumphant.

That’s for bullying me.

In the evening, Liu Manman quietly came to find Yuanting. They met in the pavilion of the residential complex.

"Did you give it to him?" Liu Manman asked eagerly.

"I did," Yuanting replied.

"What did he say?"

"He didn’t even look at it, what could he say?"

Liu Manman paused, “Does he know it’s from me?”

"Your envelope had no name. How would he know?" Yuanting was puzzled. Love letters were supposed to be private. Some people wrote them without a signature, so Yuanting didn’t dare tell Cheng Nanyi who wrote it.

Liu Manman was speechless, "Then what’s the point of my love letter?"

"To let him know there's a girl who secretly admires him, how pure and beautiful is that?"

Liu Manman: "..." She used to sympathize with Yuanting, seeing him chased and beaten by Mo Yikai. Now, she realized every beating Yuanting got was well-deserved, and at that moment, she too wanted to give him a piece of her mind.

"You have to make him read the letter; I want him to know I wrote it," Liu Manman insisted.

Yuanting pondered, then touched his nose, "That's a different price. After all, I can’t force him to read if he doesn’t want to."

Liu Manman frowned, "So, you're saying you have a way to make him read it?"

"Of course," Yuanting lifted his chin proudly, "If he won’t read, I’ll read it to him. He can’t close his ears, can he?"

Liu Manman hesitated for a moment, "How much then?"

"We're practically neighbors, so just add ten more yuan," Yuanting sighed, feigning sincerity, "I'm risking my life here; ten yuan is not much."

"Fine, if you do it well, I’ll buy you candy," she agreed.

Yuanting: "..."

Yuanting wasn’t really after Liu Manman's ten yuan. Over the years, he had become obsessed with extracting money for favors, especially since working for Wang Dabao's 500 yuan. To him, not getting paid felt like a loss.

Thus, the ten yuan bought him a sense of satisfaction.

Pocketing the money, Yuanting returned to Cheng Nanyi, symbolically knocked twice, then pushed the door open.

Cheng Nanyi looked at him, "I didn’t say 'come in'."

"Coming in after being invited is extra," Yuanting declared brazenly. He opened the drawer, took out Liu Manman’s letter, opened it, and then started reading aloud next to Cheng Nanyi's ear.

“Hello Cheng Nanyi, every day I follow behind you, admiring your back. Too shy to speak to you, I’ve decided to confess my feelings through this letter. I have liked you for a long time. Will you be my boyfriend? Liu Manman, your neighbor.”

After reading, Yuanting looked at Cheng Nanyi, who was expressionless.

"Heh heh," Yuanting chuckled awkwardly. That expression didn’t seem like someone who liked Liu Manman.

Yuántíng curiously asked, “With so many love letters, didn’t you like anyone? Or was it that the girl you liked didn’t like you back?”

Chéng Nányì stared at him for a while, his eyes gradually narrowing, “Yuántíng, you’ve been paid, haven’t you?”

“Huh? What?” Yuántíng feigned ignorance and began to back away, planning to run, but Chéng Nányì quickly grabbed his wrist and pulled him forward, pinning his arms.

Yuántíng felt utterly despondent.

Chéng Nányì, at fifth grade, was already 1.7 meters tall. Over the years, he hadn’t grown much, reaching only about 1.75 meters, while Yuántíng in fifth grade was just over 1.5 meters...

Handling Yuántíng was like picking up a small chick for Chéng Nányì.

Chéng Nányì hugged him, pressing him down on his lap, and with his other hand, reached into Yuántíng’s pocket and fished out all 120 yuan he had on him.

"It wasn’t that much, just ten yuan..." Yuántíng whined and struggled, "Brother, please, have mercy..."

"You’re saying I’m only worth ten yuan?" Chéng Nányì looked down at him.

"No, that's not what I meant, ah ah ah ah…" Yuántíng was on the verge of tears.

After confiscating the money, Chéng Nányì pinched Yuántíng’s chin, lifting his head, "Kid, I’m warning you, don’t think about making money from love letters, or I’ll spank you." He then playfully slapped Yuántíng’s bottom.

It was a slap that was neither too light nor too heavy, just enough to sting.

A gentleman can be killed but not insulted. Gritting his teeth, Yuántíng yelled, "Brother, are you tired? Shall I give you a massage?" Embodying the spirit of being flexible.

Chéng Nányì pulled him up, straightening his clothes leisurely, and asked, "Do you charge for it?"

“……”

"You have to make him read the letter; I want him to know I wrote it," Liu Manman insisted.

Yuanting pondered, then touched his nose, "That's a different price. After all, I can’t force him to read if he doesn’t want to."

Liu Manman frowned, "So, you're saying you have a way to make him read it?"

"Of course," Yuanting lifted his chin proudly, "If he won’t read, I’ll read it to him. He can’t close his ears, can he?"

Liu Manman hesitated for a moment, "How much then?"

"We're practically neighbors, so just add ten more yuan," Yuanting sighed, feigning sincerity, "I'm risking my life here; ten yuan is not much."

"Fine, if you do it well, I’ll buy you candy," she agreed.

Yuanting: "..."

Yuanting wasn’t really after Liu Manman's ten yuan. Over the years, he had become obsessed with extracting money for favors, especially since working for Wang Dabao's 500 yuan. To him, not getting paid felt like a loss.

Thus, the ten yuan bought him a sense of satisfaction.

Pocketing the money, Yuanting returned to Cheng Nanyi, symbolically knocked twice, then pushed the door open.

Cheng Nanyi looked at him, "I didn’t say 'come in'."

“Hello Cheng Nanyi, every day I follow behind you, admiring your back. Too shy to speak to you, I’ve decided to confess my feelings through this letter. I have liked you for a long time. Will you be my boyfriend? Liu Manman, your neighbor.”

After reading, Yuanting looked at Cheng Nanyi, who was expressionless.

"Heh heh," Yuanting chuckled awkwardly. That expression didn’t seem like someone who liked Liu Manman.

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