Chapter 400: The Delicate Young Mistress Ruthlessly Bullies the Gloomy Villain (3)

Chapter 400: The Spoiled Young Mistress Deserves to Be Teased by the Brooding Antagonist (3)

Liu Wenshan remained silent.

Hong Qi understood that this matter couldn't be rushed.

But he needed to figure out why his son could suddenly talk to him.

If he could find the reason, his son might be able to return to normal.

Then... maybe his son wouldn’t hate him anymore.

Hong Qi’s expression darkened, and he ordered someone to look into Liu Wenshan’s activities today.

Liu Wenshan stood at the door of the main chamber the whole time, head slightly lowered, silent and unassuming, as if he were invisible.

Soon, Hong Qi discovered why his son was acting so strangely today.

His so-called 'newly married' young mistress had ordered his son to make crucian carp soup.

His son had likely fished the carp from the river, gotten soaked, and rushed to the kitchen to cook the soup himself.

Was it possible his son had developed feelings for Song Chuyi?

But just two days ago, he had suggested his son marry Song Chuyi, and his son had refused.

Why did Wen Shan seem to care now, after he had 'married' Song Chuyi?

Hong Qi frowned, puzzled for the moment.

Still, it was a good sign that his son was improving.

He had no idea his son could make crucian carp soup, and he heard it was quite tasty.

No wonder he had caught a whiff of something in the study, but when he checked the kitchen, there was nothing.

It turned out to be the crucian carp soup Wen Shan had prepared.

But it seemed Song Chuyi had drunk the soup, leaving him feeling a bit disappointed.

Hong Qi paused, then sent someone out of the stronghold to gather intel.

As the night grew darker, the candles in the main chamber had been put out.

Liu Wenshan remained at the door, his ears twitching slightly, as if picking up on something.

Inside the chamber, Song Chuyi stretched lazily and rolled over.

He had overheard the conversation between Liu Wenshan and Hong Qi earlier.

It seemed Hong Qi genuinely cared about his son.

It seemed he didn’t have to worry about Hong Qi barging in unexpectedly at night.

This man was odd—he clearly didn’t like him, or rather, the host body, yet he had married him under the guise of being smitten by his looks.

After marrying him, he did nothing, and it was unclear what his intentions were.

On top of that, Liu Wenshan gave him a strange vibe.

Today, his robe was soaked from top to bottom, yet his shoes remained dry, and the hem of his robe near his shoes was also dry.

It didn’t seem like he had gotten wet from fishing in the water himself.

It looked more like someone had poured water over his head.

Song Chuyi pondered for a while, couldn’t figure it out, and turned over again.

He poked the little white bun in his mindscape.

“Nights in ancient times are so boring. It’s only nine o’clock, right?”

“Folks here really don’t have any nightlife.”

Little Unity: “Master, should I sing a song for you?”

Song Chuyi paused, then said, “Not a bad idea.”

Song Chuyi sat up, threw on his outer robe, and headed for the door.

Liu Wenshan was still posted at the door.

Song Chuyi gave a light snort and said, “Follow me.”

He strode out, Liu Wenshan’s eyes fixed on his back as he hurried after him.

After a quarter of an hour, the two arrived at the back mountain.

The back mountain was jagged with bizarre rock formations, and a half-mountain cliff boasted a thousand-foot waterfall plunging down—truly a sight to behold.

Song Chuyi found a large rock to sit on and gave Liu Wenshan’s calf a light kick as he stood nearby.

“Do you know how to sing?”

Liu Wenshan shook his head without a word.

“Tsk, you can’t even sing? What a dunce.”

Song Chuyi struck a pose, arms crossed over his chest.

“If you don’t know how, then learn.”

He tilted his chin up and declared, “I want to hear a song. You’re going to sing for me.”

Liu Wenshan lifted his head slightly, his dark eyes mirroring Song Chuyi’s form.

“I can’t.”

His voice came out muffled, like he was holding something back.

“Then you teach me.”

Song Chuyi blinked in confusion.

“Me? Teach you?” He shot to his feet, then—hmm—realized he wasn’t as tall as Liu Wenshan and quietly sat back down.

“Nope, go find someone else to teach you.”

Liu Wenshan went quiet.

Song Chuyi waited for a while but got no reaction from him. He sneaked a glance up at him.

Unexpectedly, their eyes met.

Song Chuyi was caught off guard for a moment, then coughed lightly.

"I’ll only show you once, so pay attention."

Liu Wenshan nodded, looking serious.

Song Chuyi cleared his throat and started singing.

"The wind through the mountains, the moon among the clouds."

"The beauty of nature is the most enchanting."

…………

The melody was light and airy, complemented by Song Chuyi’s clear, sweet voice, like a soft breeze drifting by.

When the song ended, Song Chuyi raised an eyebrow and asked, "Got it?"

Liu Wenshan paused for a moment before starting to sing.

From the very first word, he was off-key.

Song Chuyi: …

Maybe because he rarely sang, Liu Wenshan’s voice had a rough edge.

The cheerful tune, sung completely off-key, sounded like a ghost’s moan.

It sounded like a ghost was haunting the night.

Song Chuyi couldn’t take it anymore and cut him off, "Forget it, you’re way off-key."

"How can you be so bad at this?"

Liu Wenshan pressed his lips together, not arguing back.

He’d always been this way—never one to argue or defend himself.

Maybe arguing didn’t matter to him, or maybe Song Chuyi was just being honest.

Either way, he went quiet again.

Song Chuyi couldn’t handle the silence, so he pointed to the waterfall.

"Go stand under the waterfall. Don’t come back until I tell you to."

As soon as he said it, he reached out with his foot and hooked it around Liu Wenshan’s calf.

His eyes gleamed with a teasing arrogance, "Or you could beg me, and I’ll let you off. What do you say?"

Liu Wenshan glanced down at the foot wrapped around his calf.

Though he wore pants, the hem had slipped up a bit as he sat, exposing a sliver of pale skin.

Under the moonlight, his skin was so pale it almost glowed.

As expected of a spoiled brat, even his skin was fair and delicate.

Liu Wenshan averted his gaze and stepped into the waterfall.

The powerful force of the water crashed down on him, but his stance was rock-solid, not budging an inch.

Song Chuyi hadn’t expected him to hold his ground, and he couldn’t help raising an eyebrow.

"Huh, interesting."

The villain wasn’t as dull and harmless as he seemed, which was perfect—it made bullying him even easier, with no guilt to hold him back.

Song Chuyi slipped away quietly, leaving Liu Wenshan standing under the waterfall.

Shortly after he left, a man in black appeared where he’d been sitting.

Liu Wenshan seemed to sense something and emerged from the waterfall.

The man in black joked, "It’s been a while since I’ve seen you training under the waterfall."

Liu Wenshan kept his eyes downcast and remained silent.

The man in black, used to his silence, went on, "Song Chuyi is the prime minister’s son, and he’s cunning. Don’t let his looks deceive you."

"No," Liu Wenshan countered, surprising the man in black. "He’s actually very simple."

So simple that he doesn’t even bother hiding his malice—it’s plain to see.