Chapter 402: The Delicate Young Mistress Ruthlessly Bullies the Gloomy Villain (5)

Chapter 402: The Pampered Young Mistress Ruthlessly Bullies the Brooding Villain (5)

Liu Wenshan's hand, holding the spoon, stilled.

Seeing that he wasn't moving, Song Chuyi continued, "Hurry up, feed me mouth-to-mouth, or I won't drink it."

He turned his head away, acting stubborn.

Liu Wenshan set the spoon aside, took hold of the medicine bowl, and reached out to grip Song Chuyi's chin.

Song Chuyi had no choice but to look up at him.

His long lashes quivered, tearfully accusing.

"You're bullying me."

"I'll tell your dad."

A tear slipped from the corner of his eye and landed on the back of Liu Wenshan's hand.

His fingers twitched, and he suddenly let go.

"I can't feed you mouth-to-mouth."

Liu Wenshan's voice was hoarse.

"What will it take for you to drink the medicine?"

Song Chuyi's mind was foggy at this moment, and he didn't quite catch what Liu Wenshan said.

All he knew was that he wanted to get back at the villain hard.

Since the villain had been bullying him all along, he was determined to do the same fiercely.

So when he saw Liu Wenshan's mouth moving, he blinked and suddenly leaned forward to bite his lip.

The bite was deep, breaking the skin of his lip and even drawing blood.

Liu Wenshan froze, while Song Chuyi let out a silly giggle.

"Now can you feed me mouth-to-mouth?"

Since I've bitten your lip, can't you feed me now?

Damn villain, stop pretending!

Song Chuyi patted Liu Wenshan's chest, lightly tapping with his fingertips, enunciating each word clearly.

"Feed. Me. Mouth-to-mouth!"

He raised his voice, as if worried Liu Wenshan might miss it.

Liu Wenshan hadn't expected Song Chuyi to suddenly bite him, and in that moment of hesitation, he succeeded.

A faint sting came from his mouth, but his thoughts were elsewhere.

He raised his hand, pressing the tip of his index finger to Song Chuyi's lips.

He wiped off the smears of his own blood, nearly rubbing Song Chuyi's lips raw before finally letting his hand drop.

"No."

He turned him down again.

"I can promise you anything but this."

Song Chuyi paused for a moment before slowly lowering his head, taking the medicine bowl himself, and drinking the medicine clean.

Although it was bitter, the thought of being able to boss Liu Wenshan around made him happy.

He smacked his lips, savoring the lingering bitterness, when a piece of candy was stuffed into his mouth.

Song Chuyi looked towards Liu Wenshan.

But Liu Wenshan had already grabbed the medicine bowl and walked out.

All he saw was his retreating figure.

Song Chuyi blinked slowly, leaned to one side, and lay down.

He zoned out, staring at the dark ceiling, lost in thought.

At the doorway, Liu Wenshan dabbed the blood off his lips on a piece of fruit nearby.

A bird swooped down and took a peck at the fruit.

Within seconds, the bird went stiff and dropped, its body turning rigid.

Liu Wenshan, however, acted as if this were routine. He picked up the bird, dug a hole, and buried it.

Inside the room, Song Chuyi's fever slowly broke.

Feeling much lighter, Song Chuyi prodded the little white bun in his mind and sighed, "I didn't expect this old-school remedy to be so effective."

He sat up, feeling that the fever had already broken.

It was just that his body felt weak and drained.

Fortunately, this illness paid off.

It made Liu Wenshan owe him a favor, hmm... he had already thought of what to ask of him.

After resting for half a day, Song Chuyi marched over to find Liu Wenshan.

"I want to leave the village!"

Liu Wenshan was preparing the medicine. Seeing him arrive, he poured the medicine into a bowl and handed it to him.

Song Chuyi gave it a disgusted look.

"Not this bitter stuff again. I’m not drinking it."

"Get me out of here, now."

"You said as long as I took my medicine like a good boy, you would agree to anything I asked."

Liu Wenshan shoved the bowl in his direction.

The message was crystal clear.

Song Chuyi eyed him suspiciously, "If I drink this, will you take me out of the village?"

Liu Wenshan nodded.

Song Chuyi pondered for two seconds, then took the medicine bowl.

He was really itching to get out and see.

It's just taking medicine. Could it be any worse than his coffee concentrate?

Song Chuyi grabbed the bowl and downed it in a few gulps.

Once done, he thrust the bowl into Liu Wenshan's hands.

"Finished drinking."

"Hurry up and take me out."

Liu Wenshan unwrapped a piece of candy and handed it to Song Chuyi.

Song Chuyi nodded in satisfaction, "You're pretty thoughtful."

He gave Liu Wenshan a pat on the shoulder.

"My dear stepson."

Liu Wenshan's eyelashes flickered rapidly.

Song Chuyi spun around and headed out. Since he was leaving the village, he had to get ready.

Liu Wenshan watched him go and muttered, 'No.'

He wasn't his stepson.

Liu Wenshan glanced at the empty bowl and poured the leftover medicine from the pot into it.

He gave it a little swirl and drank the rest from the same spot Song Chuyi had.

Then he headed to the study and knocked on the door.

Hong Qi had just finished reading the pigeon message when he heard the knock. He tucked the letter away and barked, 'Come in.'

Liu Wenshan pushed the door open, stepped inside, and announced, "I need to take him out of the village."

"Who?" Hong Qi asked.

"Song Chuyi," Liu Wenshan uttered Song Chuyi's name.

Hong Qi was taken aback, still shocked by Wenshan's normal tone with him.

"What's with the sudden interest in him?"

Hong Qi wasn't clueless about what had happened the last couple of days.

But he had no idea what went down in the back mountain. All he knew was that Song Chuyi had a fever, and his son had inexplicably gone to brew medicine and look after him.

He wasn't interested before, so why now?

Did Song Chuyi put some kind of spell on Wenshan?

Liu Wenshan did not address Hong Qi's concerns, but simply emphasized one thing.

"I need to take him out of the village."

Hong Qi frowned. "Lately, the area outside the village has been unstable. The court's merchant caravans have been probing us repeatedly. If you take him out and they ambush you..."

The more Hong Qi spoke, the more it made sense to him.

He suddenly stood up.

"Did Song Chuyi bewitch you?"

"Song Chuyi is no ordinary person. You can't let him deceive you."

"Though he may be physically weak, he's extremely cunning. You can't outsmart him."

Liu Wenshan slowly raised his eyes, as if a storm was brewing.

Without another word, he turned and left.

Hong Qi's frown deepened. He waved his hand, signaling someone to follow Liu Wenshan.

By then, Song Chuyi was already waiting at the village gate. When he saw Liu Wenshan approaching, his face lit up with excitement.

"Are we leaving now? Did you bring enough silver?"

Perhaps realizing he was being too friendly, Song Chuyi reined in his smile, lifted his chin, and snorted disdainfully.

"Why are you so slow?"

"Don't you know I've been waiting for you for a long time?"

Liu Wenshan approached him, head slightly bowed, his eyes reflecting Song Chuyi's image.

"Sorry."

His voice was hoarse.

"I'm late."

As he spoke, he reached out, took Song Chuyi's hand, held it in his palm, and said solemnly.

"I won't let go."