Chapter 398: The Delicate Young Lady Wants to Ruthlessly Tease the Gloomy Villain (1)

Chapter 398: The Delicate Young Lady Wants to Ruthlessly Tease the Gloomy Villain (1)

Song Chuyi slowly got up and changed his clothes.

He wasn't in a hurry to find Liu Wenshan; instead, he went to the study to look for Hong Qi.

Despite being a rough and uneducated man, Hong Qi had built an additional study in the mountain stronghold.

The study was filled with books looted from various places.

Song Chuyi glanced briefly at them—classics like the Three Books and Five Classics were all present.

In addition to these, there was a shelf with books that had no titles.

He walked over, took a look, and before he could pick one up, Hong Qi shouted at him.

"Don't touch!"

Song Chuyi put his hand down and turned to look at him.

"Chief Hong seems quite fond of books."

Hong Qi frowned, "Are you feeling better?"

Song Chuyi jumped in place a couple of times, "I'm fine."

Hong Qi looked Song Chuyi up and down, a glint of shrewdness flashing in his eyes.

"You're free to do as you please within the stronghold, as long as you don't leave."

Song Chuyi raised an eyebrow, "Oh? Even if I bully your own son?"

Hong Qi seemed to recall something, his expression momentarily dazed.

Then he said in a deep voice, "Yes."

With this confirmation, Song Chuyi turned around and waved his hand.

"Then I'll go bully him."

Hong Qi watched Song Chuyi's retreating figure, his brows gradually furrowing.

This seemingly delicate but deeply scheming son of the Prime Minister... seemed different somehow.

Hong Qi stood up, walked to the bookshelf where Song Chuyi had just been standing, and picked up a book with no title. He gently opened it.

Inside was a drawing of a young man. His fingers lightly traced the figure's face as he murmured, "After all these years, you still won't let me go, will you?"

He closed his eyes in pain.

Song Chuyi searched around the stronghold and finally found Liu Wenshan by the small river at the back of the mountain.

Liu Wenshan had a slender figure, his white robe hanging loosely as if a gust of wind could knock him over.

He had long, jet-black hair tied up with a wooden stick, cascading down his back, giving him an almost ethereal appearance.

If one ignored the makeshift fishing rod in his hand, he truly fit the image of an "immortal."

Song Chuyi walked over and sat down beside him, asking bluntly, "What are you doing?"

Liu Wenshan slowly turned his head to look at him.

He remembered him.

The young wife his father had just taken.

The young master was naturally good-looking, but unfortunately, he was in poor health, so his complexion was quite pale.

Liu Wenshan didn't care for that kind of young master, as if he might pass away at any moment.

So when his father wanted him to marry him, he resisted for the first time.

But now, the young wife before him had a rosy complexion, and her eyes were sparkling, like the sun in the sky, too bright to look at directly, emitting a dazzling light.

That vibrant and lively energy, as if emanating from the depths of her soul, left Liu Wenshan stunned.

He seemed to stop thinking and said blankly, "Fishing."

Song Chuyi glanced down.

The river was clear, and he could see a few fish swimming around.

Since he was here to mess with the antagonist, he naturally couldn't let him fish in peace.

So he grabbed his hand and lifted the wooden stick.

The next second, he burst out laughing.

"You don't even have bait, what are you fishing for? Hahaha!"

He let go and laughed uproariously beside him.

Liu Wenshan's fingers holding the wooden stick twitched.

The young wife's hand felt warm.

Song Chuyi laughed so hard he doubled over, tears nearly spilling out.

With a few tears clinging to the corners of his eyes, he smiled at Liu Wenshan and grabbed his shoulder without hesitation.

"Are you stupid?"

"No bait? Hahaha!"

This antagonist wasn't gloomy and dull; he was just an idiot!

It's common sense to use bait when fishing; Liu Wenshan was so dumb!

Liu Wenshan tossed the line wrapped around the stick into the river without a word.

Song Chuyi clicked his tongue and rolled his eyes.

Didn't want to talk? Well, he'd make him talk!

"I want fresh crucian carp soup tonight—caught by you personally."

"If I don't get my crucian carp soup, I'll tell your dad you've been messing with me."

Liu Wenshan's lips tightened. "I haven't."

His weak excuse, those feeble words, totally ruined his usual cool, calm vibe.

"So, who do you think your dad will believe—me or you?"

Before Liu Wenshan could respond, Song Chuyi added, "Even if he believes you, wouldn't it be a huge mess if this got out?"

After all, he's technically the young mistress!

Song Chuyi looked completely sure of himself.

Liu Wenshan clammed up again.

Song Chuyi kept yapping beside him.

"Can you even catch a fish?"

"I'm not eating tonight without my crucian carp soup."

"Are you trying to kill me with hunger?"

...

After laying into him, Song Chuyi got up, feeling smug.

"Alright, I'll be waiting for that soup."

With that, he skipped off.

Liu Wenshan watched him go and only put his stick away once Song Chuyi was gone.

He stood up, palms facing outward, and gave a gentle push.

A fierce gust of wind whipped up the still lake, and several carp jumped out, splashing down next to him.

He lowered his hands, water soaking his clothes, but he didn't seem to care.

Meanwhile, Song Chuyi headed back to the stronghold, feeling great.

The bandits wore rough, simple clothes, their hands caked in dirt. They stayed away, too scared to get close.

They seemed a bit scared of their kidnapped 'young master.'

The thought crossed his mind for just a second.

Song Chuyi headed straight for Hong Qi.

But Hong Qi shut the door in his face.

Hmm... this guy didn't seem like the impulsive type.

It seems the background story from the main system wasn't entirely accurate.

Song Chuyi didn't dwell on it and turned to head to the kitchen instead.

At this moment, Liu Wenshan, soaked to the bone, walked into the kitchen.

He looked as if he had jumped into the river to catch two fish, looking a mess.

Even Chef Zhang in the kitchen was startled.

"Master Liu, where have you been? How did you end up like this?"

Liu Wenshan didn't answer him and went straight to the counter to start cleaning the crucian carp.

It was at this time that Song Chuyi came to the kitchen.

Chef Zhang whispered, "Madam Song."

Song Chuyi waved his hand, "I'm looking for Liu Wenshan."

After speaking, he looked at Liu Wenshan with a touch of irritation.

"Is my fish soup ready yet?"

"Hurry up, are you trying to starve me?"

Liu Wenshan looked up at him, pursed his lips and slowly said,

"Almost."

Song Chuyi had come to give the antagonist a hard time, so naturally, he wasn't about to let him off the hook.

He snorted lightly, "You’ll feed it to me yourself, got it?"

Liu Wenshan's lashes fluttered slightly, his gaze falling on Song Chuyi's moving lips, his throat bobbed as he held back.

"Understood."