Chapter 80: The Unlucky Villain’s Good Fortune Courtesy of the Little Companion Player (6)

Chapter 80: The Unlucky Villain's Good Fortune Courtesy of the Little Companion Player (6)

Duan Tianhe chuckled softly.

In the darkness, his laughter was filled with delight and an indescribable sense of mischief.

The elevator shook gently, and the light above flickered rapidly before suddenly turning on.

The elevator, which had not been working, began to move again, trembling like an elderly person in their twilight years.

But it did manage to start moving.

Song Chuyi let out a soft exclamation, "Is it really working now?"

He thought to himself, with him around, how could they be so unlucky!

With a smile, Song Chuyi looked at Duan Tianhe, "Now that there's light, your claustrophobia won't act up, right?"

Duan Tianhe's eyelashes flickered slightly, it was unclear if he had heard what Song Chuyi said.

After a full two seconds, he seemed to come back to his senses and repeated, "Yes, there's light."

He looked up at Song Chuyi, who had already stood up.

The light above was a bit harsh, yet it fell perfectly on Song Chuyi.

It was truly amazing. He couldn't help but think, how could an elevator that had clearly broken down start working again after a brief stop?

It had... broken down, hadn't it?

"Why are you still sitting on the floor?" Song Chuyi's voice echoed in the elevator, "Get up, the elevator is about to arrive."

Though it was moving slowly, the flashing numbers indicated it was about to reach the first floor.

Duan Tianhe pushed himself up. He was a head taller than Song Chuyi, but his seemingly tall figure didn't block the light that fell on the younger boy.

It was as if even the light favored him.

His gaze lingered on Song Chuyi, not moving away for a long time.

It wasn't until the elevator doors opened and Song Chuyi walked out first, even taking several steps before looking back at him, that Duan Tianhe finally moved his feet.

Song Chuyi only glanced and then shifted his gaze away.

He remembered his current identity well—just a little companion player who didn't know the boss at all!

He couldn't let Duan Tianhe figure out his identity so quickly, or it wouldn't be fun anymore.

Song Chuyi walked out of the neighborhood, planning to explore, maybe buy some new clothes.

His original body had stayed home so much that he only had two sets of clothes, both identical shorts and t-shirts. People might think he wore the same outfit every day.

Song Chuyi couldn't stand staying home. It was impossible for him to stay put.

The outside world was his comfort zone!

In no time, Song Chuyi was wandering around a nearby commercial area, with Duan Tianhe following him, keeping a distance of about twenty meters.

He saw the boy chatting happily with an aunt selling clothes, who even wanted to give him a t-shirt.

The boy seemed to be able to talk to anyone. He could strike up a conversation with just about anyone he passed by.

No, he could even chat with a stray cat passing by.

Duan Tianhe thought he was already quite shameless, but the boy was even more so.

No, that wasn't quite right.

After all, his shamelessness was built on endless entanglements, whereas the boy... seemed to gain everyone's affection without effort.

As if it was natural, as if everything in the world was meant to love him dearly.

Duan Tianhe followed Song Chuyi to a lottery booth.

Having recognized Song Chuyi's incredible luck over the past two days, Duan Tianhe raised an eyebrow slightly. If it were Song Chuyi, buying a lottery ticket should win a big prize.

Unexpectedly, Song Chuyi didn't buy a lottery ticket, but instead purchased two scratch-offs.

And instead of scratching them there, he walked straight toward Duan Tianhe, who was standing by the door.

Duan Tianhe stiffened, feeling as if his body was heating up.

Was it guilt, or was it because the light was approaching him?

As Song Chuyi came closer, he looked at Duan Tianhe with confusion, "You've been following me all this time, aren't you tired?"

"Not tired," Duan Tianhe took out a cigarette, intending to light it, but after glancing at the boy opposite him, he merely held the cigarette between his index and middle finger without lighting it.

"It's safe following you."

Song Chuyi couldn't help but laugh, handing the scratch-offs to Duan Tianhe.

"This is for you."

Duan Tianhe was stunned and didn't reach out to take them.

"For me?"

"Mmhmm." Song Chuyi smiled and nodded, "Consider it the fee for you being my bodyguard."

"As for whether you'll get it, and how much you'll get, that's something I don't know, oh."

It was clearly him following him, but in the boy's mind, he had become his bodyguard.

Duan Tianhe felt like laughing, but for some reason, he couldn't.

A bitter feeling even welled up in his heart, and the corners of his eyes faintly heated.

"Why aren't you suspicious that I might be a bad guy?"

He asked a question he never thought he'd ask.

"Why should I be suspicious?" Song Chuyi countered, slapping two scratch-off lottery tickets into his arms, "I don't have the money to treat you to a meal, so these two scratch-off tickets are your bodyguard salary."

He stretched, "Now I'm going home."

Duan Tianhe pinched the two scratch-off tickets and took a deep breath.

"I'll escort you back."

He walked ahead of him.

"Since I'm a bodyguard, I should see you safely back home, right?"

It was as if he was afraid Song Chuyi would refuse, and he didn't even dare to look back.

Song Chuyi didn't intend to refuse anyway. Even if he did, Duan Tianhe would definitely stick to him.

What else could happen to the villain, after all?

Duan Tianhe safely escorted Song Chuyi back home, and only after watching his room door close did he return home himself.

The house felt somewhat empty, with only the super large sofa in the center highlighting its extraordinary presence.

Duan Tianhe walked over and lay down, pulling out his phone to message Little Companion Player.

"Play?"

Song Chuyi replied instantly, "Sure!"

Duan Tianhe: "Transfer 10000.00 RMB"

"Keep it."

He had sent her quite a bit of money recently, but he had just claimed he had no money.

He preferred to believe this was just an excuse to avoid treating her to a meal, rather than her really being out of money.

Such a wonderful young boy shouldn't be troubled by poverty.

Duan Tianhe took out a cigarette, put it in his mouth, and fumbled for his lighter.

With a "click," a scarlet flame flickered in the air, reflecting in his dark pupils.

"Tsk."

He clicked the lighter shut, set the cigarette aside, and opened WeChat to call Song Chuyi on voice.

The call was picked up quickly, and Song Chuyi's voice came through the phone.

"Hey, boss, miss me?"

The naturally teasing tone, filled with a faint laugh, pierced through Duan Tianhe's ears like a sword, exposing the hidden thoughts he had been harboring.

"I do miss you."

His throat bobbed, and before he could even think, he had already responded.

Song Chuyi chuckled, "I miss the boss too!"

"The other party has received the transfer."

Seeing the WeChat message pop up, Duan Tianhe chuckled softly.

"Is it me you miss? Or my money?"