Chapter 409: The Delicate Young Mistress Ruthlessly Bullies the Gloomy Villain (12)

Chapter 409: The Spoiled Young Mistress Takes on the Brooding Villain (12)

Song Chuyi suddenly felt a chill.

He tried to pull his hand back, but Liu Wenshan gripped it tightly.

He swallowed nervously, still trying to act tough. "Then... then get your father to fix this for me."

Even though he was scared, he couldn't resist provoking.

Song Chuyi slightly puffed out his chest, trying to look more confident.

"You're right, your father should fix the ceremony."

Liu Wenshan's eyes grew darker, his expression hardening. "He wouldn’t agree to that."

Seeing Liu Wenshan loosen his grip, Song Chuyi felt even more confident.

"How do you know unless you ask him?"

"What if he doesn’t know about these steps?"

The more he talked, the more convinced he was, and he grabbed Liu Wenshan’s wrist.

"Come on, let’s go talk to your father."

Liu Wenshan stared at Song Chuyi’s hand gripping his wrist, his eyes darkening.

But he let Song Chuyi drag him to Hong Qi.

At that moment, Hong Qi was ordering someone to buy a wild boar. When he saw them arrive, he shot his subordinate a glance.

The subordinate quickly bowed and hurried away.

Once inside, Song Chuyi released Liu Wenshan’s hand and stepped forward.

"Boss, we need to redo the wedding ceremony."

Hong Qi raised an eyebrow.

He glanced at Song Chuyi, then at Liu Wenshan, and asked, "Is this your idea?"

Liu Wenshan pressed his lips together, his eyes dropping to his empty hands.

After a moment, Hong Qi said, "If it’s your idea, then we’ll do it."

Song Chuyi blinked in confusion.

Wait, really? Just like that?

He was ready to throw a fit.

Why did Hong Qi agree so quickly?

He didn’t really want to marry him!

Song Chuyi froze, his thoughts spinning.

He had no intention of marrying Hong Qi; if he were to marry anyone, it would be Liu Wenshan.

As his thoughts were swirling, Hong Qi spoke again, "Since you wish to hold the ceremony again, I'll have someone prepare it right away."

"Song Chuyi, you can move into Wen Shan's room starting today."

Song Chuyi was still reeling from the previous shock when he suddenly heard Hong Qi say this, and he became even more confused.

"Wait," he stepped forward, "Are you saying... to hold the ceremony for me and Liu Wenshan?"

Hong Qi frowned, "Isn't that the case?"

He observed that Wen Shan had a particular interest in Song Chuyi.

Over the past few days, the two had been inseparable, and Wen Shan had been communicating more with others.

It appeared he had developed feelings for Song Chuyi.

As Wen Shan's father, he naturally wanted to fulfill his son's wishes.

Song Chuyi's lips twitched, never expecting Hong Qi to so readily accept his relationship with Liu Wenshan.

Even though Hong Qi clearly didn't favor him, he had still declared him the young mistress in the village, hadn't he?

How could he so easily consent to his relationship with Liu Wenshan?

Hong Qi was unaware of Song Chuyi's inner thoughts. Seeing that neither of them objected, particularly Wen Shan, he finalized the matter.

When Song Chuyi left the study in a daze, Liu Wenshan had already grasped his hand once more.

"Are you satisfied?" Liu Wenshan murmured.

Song Chuyi snapped back to reality, his tone faint as if recalling something.

"Was this your doing?"

He jabbed Liu Wenshan's shoulder, his voice fierce.

"What's really going on between you two?"

A faint smile flickered in Liu Wenshan's eyes.

"Father wants to keep you in the village, hence he needs to assign you an identity."

"I previously declined my father's arrangement, which is why he declared you the young mistress."

"The title of young mistress carries two meanings."

It seemed like he hadn't spoken so much in a long time, he slowed down before speaking again.

"One is my father's concubine, the other is the young master's wife."

A smile seemed to rise in his eyes, even spreading to his face.

"In this village, they call me the young master."

Now Song Chuyi understood.

So Hong Qi was scheming all along.

Just to keep the host body in the mountain stronghold?

"Why does he want me to stay in the mountain stronghold?"

Noticing that he didn't pull his hand away, Liu Wenshan explained, "He thought you were someone sent by the Emperor."

Song Chuyi: ...

Hong Qi really is a man of few words.

As he pondered, Song Chuyi realized that Hong Qi had kept his thoughts to himself, thinking that the host body was someone sent by the Emperor. Hence, he decided to keep him and take good care of him.

The intention was good, but unfortunately, the host body was too weak and succumbed to a sudden severe illness, leading to a tragic end.

As he pondered, Liu Wenshan whispered again:

"I know you're not."

Song Chuyi looked up, surprised.

"What do you know?"

Did Liu Wenshan already know his identity, or what?

Liu Wenshan didn't answer the question; he fell silent again.

Only his large hand tightly held Song Chuyi's, completely enveloping his palm, as if he wanted to possess his soul in that very moment.

Since he didn't answer, Song Chuyi didn't dwell on it.

When the boat reaches the bridge, it will straighten out naturally; he would find out eventually.

But now he couldn't bully him as a stepmother anymore.

Nor could he make unreasonable demands by threatening to complain to Hong Qi.

Song Chuyi sighed regretfully and muttered, "Can't bully you anymore."

Liu Wenshan caught his words and slightly lowered his head.

"Have you ever bullied me?"

He seemed genuinely puzzled, his dark pupils flickering with confusion.

Song Chuyi was also puzzled now.

"Making you stand under the waterfall in the middle of the night without sleeping doesn't count as bullying?"

Liu Wenshan shook his head.

"I couldn't sleep anyway, it was A'Chu who gave me something to do."

Song Chuyi: ???

"Making you carry me, hold me, and pulling you doesn't count as bullying?"

Liu Wenshan's eyes darkened slightly, his thin lips parted, and he uttered two words.

"Coquetry."

Song Chuyi finally realized that Liu Wenshan wasn't angry at all.

He never felt bullied by Song Chuyi!

No wonder he always stayed so calm.

"So, what would you consider bullying?" Song Chuyi asked.

Liu Wenshan remained silent, unable to answer the question.

Song Chuyi rubbed his chin, "Seems like you don't know either."

He didn't want to bully Liu Wenshan too much, but he still wanted a little payback.

So, the question was how far to take the bullying.

He thought hard for a full minute.

"What if I made you bark like a dog?"

Liu Wenshan was speechless.

He hadn't even spoken yet when Song Chuyi said, "Uh, maybe that's going too far."

He dropped Liu Wenshan's hand and walked ahead.

He had to think this through carefully.

Maybe he could cook some really awful pork belly for Liu Wenshan?

That would definitely be bullying.

If Liu Wenshan complained, he could just blame it on his bad cooking.

Song Chuyi's eyes lit up. This idea seemed perfect, so he ran to the kitchen.

Behind him, Liu Wenshan stared at his empty hand, then clenched it in the air.

Bullying, huh...

Letting go of his hand—wasn't that bullying in its own way?