Chapter 64 Not Exactly a Good Person

Chapter 64: Not Really a Good Person

Ling Qingjue looked down at his own wrist, his fingers curling slightly.

Touching him without his permission.

You're quite bold.

Meng Shu awkwardly withdrew his hand, his fingertips grazing Ling Qingjue's wrist, “Sorry, I should have asked you first.”

Ling Qingjue remained silent.

They returned to the courtyard together. Ling Qingjue casually cleaned up the slimes in the yard, then sat down on the small swing, swaying listlessly, a hint of exhaustion in his expression.

Meng Shu hesitated for a moment, then boldly moved closer, sitting on the empty swing beside him and leaning over to look at him, “I've worked it out with that cat. It won't come to bother you anymore.”

“...I heard.” Ling Qingjue's voice was low and hoarse, his fingers suddenly tightening, “Why did you promise it? Cat Island is completely gone. You won't find it.”

“Others said you could never be won over, but didn't I still raise your affection to forty?” Meng Shu said, “Nothing in this world is absolute. Besides, there's still plenty of time. I have three years.”

Ling Qingjue stared fixedly at him, “What if you don't find it? Your soul scattered, you'll die a miserable death.”

“...It's fine, I'm not afraid.” Meng Shu chuckled softly, for no apparent reason.

He knew he wouldn't even make it to three years from now.

If he fulfilled the promise, he would die. If he didn't, he would also die.

At least while he was alive, he wouldn't let that cow cat keep scolding Ling Qingjue, and he would do his best to solve this problem.

Ling Qingjue lowered his head, lost in thought.

After a long while, he said, “But I really did do those things.”

Meng Shu was also startled, opening his mouth but unable to utter a single word.

“For a cat like me, risking your life is not worth it.” A small part of Ling Qingjue's face was lit by the dim courtyard light, the rest hidden in shadow, and his voice was equally dark and low, “I was the one who hid Cat Island. If you want to find Cat Island, you'll have to kill me first.”

“...”

Meng Shu let out a long sigh, shrugged nonchalantly, and swayed slightly on the swing, “Then I'll just have to wait to die. How could I possibly defeat Lord Cat?” There was no disappointment in his tone; it ended on a rising note, clearly a cheerful tone.

Ling Qingjue was a bit angry, “I'm serious.”

Meng Shu stopped swaying, and the swing slowly came to a halt. He turned his head, his features cold. When he didn't smile, he was quite intimidating, his eyes cold and clear, “I'm serious too. If I can't beat you, I'll wait to die. I don't trust appearances unless I've seen them with my own eyes and heard them with my own ears. As for what others say, or your self-deprecating words—I don't believe a single word of it.”

Ling Qingjue was stunned, his eyes dimming once again, “...I have nothing to say in my defense. I did what I did.”

“That doesn't stop me from liking you. If I like you, I want to help you solve this problem. If I like you, I think everything you do is right.” Meng Shu paused for a moment, then smiled to himself, “Hey, I know I'm pretty stupid. I mess up a lot of things, and you probably think I'm annoying. But even if you're annoyed, I still have to say it. This is the first time I've liked someone so much. You keep saying you're a cat, and I can't do anything about it... Anyway, I really like you. In my eyes, you're the best.”

“The best?”

“Yeah. The best.” Meng Shu continued, “I'm not good at sweet talk. Um, actually, I didn't even finish middle school. I got fourteen points on my Chinese exam, and my teacher said I wasn't even worthy of being Chinese.”

“Chinese? Middle school? Chinese language?”

“It's my nationality, my education level, and a subject in my world.”

It dawned on Ling Qingjue, but his words were merciless, “You're so dumb.”

“Everyone says that about me...” Meng Shu's lips curled up, his voice flat, “I'm just stubborn. If I think something is right, I won't change my mind even if a knife is held to my throat.”

Ling Qingjue was dispirited, “Where do you get such backbone? The thing you're best at is caving in.”

Meng Shu just smiled, not arguing with him.

Arguing hurts feelings. Whether you win or lose, the outcome is bad.

The evening wind gently brushed their faces, and the night dew clung to their skin, carrying a hint of coolness.

A bitter pang stirred in Ling Qingjue's heart, and he desperately badmouthed himself, “Then don't you care at all about what I've done? I could be a dangerous person, a criminal, maybe... the Demon King.”

“Hmm... sounds scary, but it's nothing.” Meng Shu lazily narrowed his eyes, “I don't care about your identity. You don't need to say all that to scare me. I have my own judgment of right and wrong.”

If Ling Qingjue were truly that evil, how could he have let Xiao Guai off?

If he had done those things willingly, how could he have been scolded by Xiao Guai without fighting back?

He would want to gouge out someone's eyes just for glancing at him, but when Xiao Guai compared him to a pile of dog shit, he had no reaction.

Ling Qingjue said, “Do you think I'm right or wrong?”

Meng Shu said, “If you won't tell me the truth, I can only assume you're right.”

“What if I do tell you?”

“If you tell me the truth, then you must be right.”

Ling Qingjue felt like laughing, and indeed he did, “That's bandit logic.”

“Yeah, maybe I'm really fit to be a bandit. Next time, I won't chase you properly; I'll just kidnap you and make you my ‘bandit wife.’”

“What's a ‘bandit wife’?”

“It means wife.”

“That won't do. My mother wouldn't agree.” Ling Qingjue thought for a moment. He still had the heavy responsibility of revitalizing the Cat Clan, so even if he got married, he would have to be the husband. Even though it seemed impossible now, he still clung to that pride.

Unexpectedly, Meng Shu readily went along, decisively leaning in with a grin, “Then I'll be your wife!”

“Go away.” Ling Qingjue instinctively sat up straight, “No way.”

“Then I'll just have to keep being a cat slave.” Meng Shu's tone was dejected, but his expression was smiling.

The two chatted idly for a while, but Ling Qingjue remained uninterested. He had deliberately set his past as a forty-point affection story to discourage these suitors.

Even knowing he was a villain, they wouldn't give up?

Ling Qingjue slowly exhaled and said, “Meng Shu, give up on me.”

“Why?”

“I'm not a good cat.”

“Oh,” Meng Shu said, “I'm not exactly a good person either.”

“You were chosen as the Brave One—how could you not be a good person?” Ling Qingjue's voice was muffled, “Transmigrators have many identities. Your identity is the Brave One, which proves that the system considers you a good person.”

“Would a good person go to jail?” Meng Shu was still smiling, calm and carefree, his eyes curved, saying it so openly without any pretense.