Chapter 403: The Delicate Young Mistress Ruthlessly Bullies the Gloomy Villain (6)

Chapter 403: The Spoiled Young Mistress Ruthlessly Teases the Brooding Villain (6)

Song Chuyi was taken aback as he looked at their intertwined hands.

This, Liu Wenshan?

Even in modern times, no stepson would hold his young mistress's hand like this, right?

Let alone in feudal ancient times.

Could Liu Wenshan really break through such social norms?

No wonder he’s the villain!

Song Chuyi’s eyes flickered, then he yanked his hand away from Liu Wenshan and spoke arrogantly.

“Don’t forget your place.”

“What gives you the right to hold my hand?”

Liu Wenshan looked down, his fingertips twitching slightly.

“Hold my hand, or go back. Your choice.”

Though his words were brief, Song Chuyi caught his meaning immediately.

Either hold his hand and leave the village, or stay behind.

Typical villain move, putting him in such a spot!

Song Chuyi gritted his teeth, glared daggers at Liu Wenshan, and declared.

“I’m leaving the village, but I won’t hold your hand.”

He raised his head, looking haughty.

“If I were to hold anyone’s hand, it’d be your father’s.”

Before he could finish, a chill crept over him, making his body shiver.

Song Chuyi sensed danger, glanced around, swallowed hard, and turned to Liu Wenshan.

“Wh-what are you doing?”

There was a hint of bravado in his tone.

“If you mess with me, I’ll tell your father.”

This threat used to work on Liu Wenshan, but not today.

Liu Wenshan leaned slightly, extending his right hand.

“Hold it?”

One word, and Song Chuyi’s protests died on his lips.

Song Chuyi: ...

This guy clearly didn’t care about his threats.

Not only was he not afraid, but he even turned around to threaten me back!

Song Chuyi gritted his teeth harder.

But Liu Wenshan stood there, his right hand open, neither forcing nor dropping it, just waiting quietly.

Song Chuyi's mouth twitched, and finally, he placed his hand in Liu Wenshan's.

"Let's go already, so annoying."

He pulled Liu Wenshan's hand, urging him on impatiently.

Liu Wenshan's lips seemed to curve slightly.

He led the way out of the stronghold. The treacherous mountain path was difficult to traverse, but Liu Wenshan walked with great steadiness. Song Chuyi, on the other hand, was worn out after walking for a while.

He stopped, leaning against a large tree by the roadside, panting heavily.

"So... so... tired."

"Need... need a break."

His chest rose and fell rapidly, his face flushed with an unnatural redness.

In contrast, Liu Wenshan stood motionless, his breath barely noticeable.

If not for their clasped hands and Liu Wenshan's warmth, Song Chuyi might have thought he wasn't breathing.

Song Chuyi rested for a good while before he caught his breath.

But he didn't want to walk anymore, so he leaned tightly against the large tree and let out a soft hum.

"I'm not walking another step."

"Unless you carry me, that is."

Liu Wenshan paused briefly, then released Song Chuyi's hand and crouched down in front of him.

The message was clear.

Song Chuyi, without hesitation, climbed onto his back, wrapping his arms around Liu Wenshan's neck.

He leaned in close, bringing his mouth near Liu Wenshan's ear.

His warm breath, laced with exertion, landed right at the base of Liu Wenshan's ear.

Liu Wenshan's eyelashes fluttered slightly as he took long strides down the mountain.

Lie Yang Stronghold was located halfway up the mountain, surrounded by peaks on both sides. There was only one narrow path leading out of the stronghold.

That path could only accommodate one person at a time and was well-concealed.

Unless one was from the stronghold, no one would know how to find their way to the stronghold.

Song Chuyi, recalling the story's background, couldn't help but think about the stronghold's destruction.

Was there a traitor in the stronghold, or did someone know from the very beginning how to find the way into the stronghold?

He fell into deep thought.

But the rare silence made Liu Wenshan frown unconsciously.

After walking for a while, Liu Wenshan suddenly stopped.

Song Chuyi snapped back to reality. "Are we there yet?"

Liu Wenshan only continued striding forward after hearing him speak.

He made it clear they hadn’t arrived yet.

Song Chuyi leaned on his shoulder and reached over to pinch his earlobe.

He squeezed it hard, almost painfully.

"Why’d you stop if we’re not there yet?" he demanded.

"Or are you tired?" he teased.

He swung his legs lightly a couple of times and hummed softly.

"Seems like you’re not that capable after all," he taunted.

Liu Wenshan didn’t argue but instead quickened his pace.

Song Chuyi could feel the wind whistling past his ears, so strong it made his face hurt.

When he looked down again, he realized Liu Wenshan wasn’t walking—he was flying through the air!

He’d always thought Liu Wenshan was just quiet and reserved, but it turned out he knew qinggong (lightness skill).

He tightened his grip on Liu Wenshan’s earlobe and snapped, "Why are you going so fast?"

"Don’t you know the wind’s hurting my face?" he whined.

The spoiled brat was as fickle as ever.

One moment he wanted him to go faster, and the next he was yelling at him for going too fast.

He was truly a hard-to-please master.

Liu Wenshan looked down and slowed his pace, continuing forward.

Not long after, the whiny voice sounded again in Liu Wenshan’s ear.

"Too slow!" Song Chuyi complained.

Liu Wenshan sped up again.

"Too fast! Are you trying to mess up my face?"

So Liu Wenshan slowed down once more.

Amidst Song Chuyi’s nitpicking, Liu Wenshan made his way down to the foot of the mountain.

The road ahead was busy, bustling with merchant caravans.

Many people looked at the two with curiosity, their eyes full of curiosity.

Song Chuyi hadn’t expected so many people at the foot of the mountain. His face turned red, and he cleared his throat.

"Let me down."

Liu Wenshan squatted down and set Song Chuyi on the ground.

He stood silently to the side, like a silent tree.

Once Song Chuyi steadied himself, he crossed his arms over his chest, ignoring the scrutinizing looks, and walked towards the merchant caravan.

Liu Wenshan followed behind him, shielding him from those curious stares.

After walking for some time, the two arrived at a small town.

As soon as Song Chuyi saw the crowd, he wanted to dive in, but Liu Wenshan grabbed his wrist.

He turned to him and asked, "What are you doing?"

"Hold my hand," Liu Wenshan said hoarsely, grasping Song Chuyi's hand.

Song Chuyi: ...

He shook off his hand, looking smug and triumphant.

"I'm already out, why would I still let you hold my hand?"

He made a face, dashed into the crowd, and slipped through like a fish, vanishing in an instant.

Liu Wenshan stood still, his expression heavy.

——

After shaking off Liu Wenshan, Song Chuyi started to wander around.

However, he had no money on him, so he couldn't buy anything and could only browse.

Before he realized it, the sky had darkened.

The street vendors had already packed up and gone home, leaving the small town quiet and deserted.

Song Chuyi walked to the edge of the town and kicked a small pebble at his feet.

"That idiot Liu Wenshan, doesn't even know to come looking for me."

He muttered, but then a shadow fell over him, and he instinctively looked up.

There stood Liu Wenshan in front of him, holding a candied hawthorn stick.

Song Chuyi blinked, looking at the candied hawthorn, then back at Liu Wenshan.

He asked tentatively, "For me?"

Liu Wenshan nodded and handed him the candied hawthorn.