265: 265 265: 265 On the other hand, Liu Liyue watched Qin Gui carefully wiping the gun components, and a ripple spread across the calm surface of her heart.
“Auntie, what’s wrong?” Sensing the change in her, Qin Gui asked without turning his head.
“Nothing.
Little Ghost.”
“Hm?”
“If Ye Tian loses to you, don’t be too hard on him, leave him a way out.”
“Click!” A clear and loud sound broke the silence—it was the sound of a bullet being chambered.
When he got back ho, it was already evening.
He hadn’t given much thought to the dog fighting ring; if Liu Liyue really wanted to compete with him for it, he wasn’t sure he could actually win.
The extent of this woman’s influence was sothing he didn’t dare to imagine.
Just the little ruffian following her was already a tough custor.
Using guns, though it sounds ordinary and not as flashy as using swords or fists, in the Human World it’s the most efficient.
No matter how skilled you are in martial arts, one shot could take you down.
How many presidents in the United States have died by gun?
Never naively believe that martial arts can stop bullets.
That’s only in the movies.
Life is so much harder than movies.
Ye Tian stood in front of the door, rubbing his cheeks with his hands, a ritual he perford before entering, no matter how tired he was.
He had to conjure up the most comfortable smile for his wife to see.
It’s okay for a man to be tired, but never let his woman see that.
But the person who opened the door wasn’t Tang Su, but a trembling Liu Ling.
She was dressed in fitting clothes, simple jeans and a plaid long-sleeve shirt, borrowed from Tang Su.
“Mr.
Ye, you’re back… back ho.”
Her voice was so nervous.
Ye Tian didn’t know what to say for a mont, and it took him a while to collect himself before saying, “Um, where’s Susu?”
Liu Ling kept her head down and said softly, “Madam is in the back room, preparing dinner.”
Madam?
Ye Tian smiled helplessly, but again did not know what to say.
He reached out to comfort her by touching her shoulder but saw her body flinch, as if she wanted to retreat but didn’t dare to, staying half-retreating in place, rigidly standing there.
Is this girl treating like a man-eating monster?
Why is she so scared?
“Ling, don’t call her Madam in the future, we are family now, just call her Sister Tang and Brother Tian.”
“Yes… I understand.” Her voice was almost inaudible, like a mosquito’s whine.
Liu Ling stood in the doorway, trembling more the longer Ye Tian was silent, fidgeting with her hands, and moving her feet restlessly on the ground.
Ye Tian couldn’t stand it any longer,
“Let’s go inside,”
As he walked past Liu Ling, Ye Tian clearly felt her sigh a breath of relief.
He did not understand if his behavior had been inappropriate.
Indecision was sothing he always tried to avoid, but this ti he couldn’t bring himself to act—she was just so young, only fifteen.
Only when the sound of Ye Tian’s footsteps had faded did Liu Ling slowly turn around, looking at the empty yard where only the banana trees, lotus leaves, and a few willow trees remained by the pond.
A sense of desolation began to shroud her eyes.
“I’m back.”
Ye Tian attempted to embrace Tang Su from behind while she was cooking, but she repelled him with a sharp kitchen knife.
“Wife, there’s no need to be so ruthless, is there?”
“You have to deal with a scoundrel with the thods for dealing with scoundrels.
If soft tactics won’t work, it’s ti for force.”
“Playing with force?
My lady, don’t bla for not being gentle and cherishing towards you.”
“What are you gonna do?”
“Don’t push !” Ye Tian grew furious with fear.
Tang Su raised her eyebrows, “Co at if you dare!”
Ye Tian dropped to his knees with a “thump,” “Wife, we’re going to get our marriage certificate in a few days, it doesn’t make a difference waiting a few more days, right?”
“Hmm, it’s good that you know your mistake.
After dinner, behave and wash the clothes on the washboard.” Tang Su turned back to her cooking, ignoring Ye Tian who was hugging her thigh and shaking it, begging for pity.
“Wife, we don’t have a washboard at ho, let’s talk about it tomorrow.”
“Then go buy two keyboards from the computer mall, a remote control will do, too.”
“The washboard is right behind the door, I’ll go get it.”
Ye Tian scurried out hastily, leaving behind Tang Su’s triumphant laughter.
“Ling, this is Ruoshui, you two are about the sa age, so you should have more in common.
After we buy a house in a few days, we will bring you over…
Oh, right, are you currently in school?
If you want to go to school, I can take you; that way, you can continue your education.”
At the dinner table, Ye Tian looked at Liu Ling and asked.
To be honest, he was also sowhat worried about this child.
Every ti he thought of Liu Ping’s appearance, he couldn’t help feeling anxious—he knew people’s faces, but not their hearts, who knew if his daughter might also turn out to be a little maniac.
Perhaps distancing her was for the best.
Liu Ling kept her head down eating without speaking, or perhaps she didn’t dare to speak.
Since entering the house, her shoulders had been trembling non-stop.
If it weren’t for Tang Su pressing her down at the dining table, she might still be crouching by the little pond in the yard, staring at the lotus leaves.
It was deep autumn; the lotus flowers had faded, and even the leaves were largely yellowing.
A young girl squatting there alone made for a bleak sight.
Earlier in the kitchen, Tang Su inford Ye Tian about the child’s situation, which pained his heart upon hearing it.
Liu Ling had been standing quietly in a corner of the house for two days, respectful and full of fear, eyes always on the ground, never daring to look up at anyone in the room.
Whenever Tang Su wanted water, she was the first to rush over and pour it; when Tang Su wanted to take a nap, she would stand silently by, covering her with a blanket.
She had already considered herself a servant of the house, catering to everyone’s needs.
Her eyes were always timid, shining with light.
When all her chores were done, she would sit quietly by the little pond, staring at her reflection in the water and the withering lotus leaves.
Ye Tian fell silent.
He had experienced being alone, but after all, he was a man, with perhaps an innate immunity to such predicants.
But Liu Ling was different.
As Xu Qingyang had said, Liu Ling was fifteen years old; she wasn’t dumb and must have realized by now that Ye Tian was the enemy who killed her father.
The weight of fear, anxiety, respect, and pressure was suffocating, and it felt pitiable just to think about it.
Tang Su glanced at him and said, “Ling will follow from now on, so we’ll have soone to look after each other.
This child, she’s so well-behaved.”
Ye Tian stopped talking.
He even felt a bit of regret.
“One must always be wary of others” is a philosophy he had always honored, yet here, he found himself speechless.
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