Chapter 28 (1/2)

The Prince's escaped fiancée (Arc 2-11) Part 1

Clearly, Jing Cheng and Su Yang have very different definitions for the word ‘bully'.

When the whole topic inexplicably swerved to the R18 category, Su Yang was calm. He was composed. He most definitely did not lose his cool!

The system: “Stop your legs from shaking first….”

Su Yang: “As I've said, physiological responses are out of my control.”

I'm obviously still an innocent baby, how can I be exposed to such adult rated content? I really want to leave a bad review!!

He turned around indignantly and began thumping Jing Cheng's chest with a soft little fist, insisting in a righteous tone, “No, you're not allowed to bully me!”

The strength of his punches was comparable to that of a little girl's. Jing Cheng did not stop him, and even seemed to enjoy it.

“Why can't I bully you?”

Su Yang's bright eyes darted around evasively. He dithered for half a day, seemingly unwilling to spit out an answer. In the end, he caved in and said hesitantly, “Because you like me a….”

His tone was timid, full of uncertainty.

Jing Cheng couldn't hold back a chuckle. He tilted Su Yang's chin up, lifting his brows as he asked, “When did I ever say I like you?”

Never…..

Su Yang's face slowly turned red. His eyes glimmered with tears as he stared at Jing Cheng miserably. He was the very picture of a little puppy who had been cruelly abandoned by his owner, with a small tail swis.h.i.+ng dejectedly, hoping that a kind person would take pity on him and give him a home.

——To win the tyrant's sympathy, acting spoiled and cute is the way to go!

Jing Cheng was. .h.i.t with a face full of cute. His mind buzzed as he felt a strange warmth in his nose.

{T/N : Nosebleed lol lol}

System prompt: Current progress 42%.

Su Yang was startled. This-this, what kind of strange fetish is this!

Jing Cheng pinched his nose. He held Su Yang in the crook of his arm as he said “I certainly like you, which is why I want to bully you even more.”

Su Yang pretended not to understand, and answered in his foolishly innocent way, “But Mother said, if you like a person, to be nice to them, don't ever bully them!”

“Those are your Mother's beliefs, not mine,” Jing Cheng sneered. “In my domain, the person I like must suffer, and made to cry, and they must never be allowed to leave my side in their entire life.”

What kind of brutish logic is this! Su Yang s.h.i.+vered as a chill ran down his spine. Help, someone save me from this strange uncle!

{T/N: Strange uncle is also a slang for pedophiles}

Jing Cheng smiled gently, “It's alright if you don't understand now, one day you will understand.”

Su Yang: “……”

I really don't want to understand, alright!

After regaining his freedom, Su Yang was now faced with a second major crisis—– to defend his chast.i.ty!

He was a bundle of nerves for a good number of days, but Jing Cheng did not seem to be in any hurry. The man continued to shamelessly take advantage of Su Yang, petting and teasing him as usual, but did not overstep the limits. It appeared that he was patiently waiting for Su Yang to ‘grow up'.

If one had to pin a description to it, it would be akin to a gardener painstakingly cultivating a one of a kind rare flower, watching over it, watering and fertilising and removing pests, occasionally sniffing the bud's scent and kissing its petals, sparing no effort in this extraordinary care. Simply the epitome of patience.

But it is clear that the day the flower blossoms, it would not escape the fate of being plucked.

Jing Cheng is the patient gardener, and Su Yang is the flower that will be plucked.

Even in his dreams, Su Yang could see himself pressed down beneath Jing Cheng's body, doing unspeakable things. When he woke up with a start, he found Jing Cheng silently gazing at him with an unfathomable look in his eyes.

They say that men are like wolves in their 30s and tigers in their 40s. Jing Cheng is currently in his early thirties. At this age when he is full of youthful vigor but had to repress himself, how would he fare in the long run? Su Yang would like to express that he was sorry for Jing Cheng, but he placed greater importance on his own survival, and so he decisively closed his eyes and went back to sleep. Jing Cheng was left to struggle with insomnia till dawn.

This must be what a love-hate relations.h.i.+p is like!

At first light in the morning, Jing Cheng left for the office of the Ministry of War again. Recently, the hostilities at the South China Sea have been escalating. The situation was tense, to the point where some of the news even managed to filter through to Su Yang, who was generally ignorant of worldly affairs.

Right now, in the entirety of Greater Ming, only the Róng Wáng Jing Cheng, and the Great General Wu Xingde, have the capability of leading their troops to war.

Wu Xingde was devoted and loyal to the Emperor, there was no way the Emperor would allow him to leave the Imperial City. He feared that once Wu Xingde stepped out of the city, Jing Cheng would come marching in from the rear to seize the throne.

But Jing Cheng has been back from the Northern Desert campaign less than half a year ago. If he were to deploy Jing Cheng out to the South again before his men even had a chance to rest and recuperate, Jing Cheng may very well refuse. It may even cause the soldiers and officers that Jing Cheng had rallied to his side to be resentful of the Emperor as well.

As of now, there really is no one capable of forcing Jing Cheng's hand. Unless the man volunteered himself, no one could coerce him.

Early summer has arrived. The sun grew more blisteringly hot as the days pa.s.sed, but Su Yang wore two to three layers of outer garments every day.

It's not that he didn't mind the heat. It's just that there was a handy anti-sunstroke suitable-for-summer device clasped on his wrist—- the Tianshan Xuansuo, providing you with 24 hours air conditioning, clean and environmentally friendly, the must-have commodity for home or travel use.

At that time, he had felt that it was odd when Jing Cheng had unfastened the chain from his wrist without a fuss. Turns out the Tianshan Xuansuo's main essence lay in the bracelet instead of the chain. As for this una.s.suming looking silver bracelet, after having worn it for so long, he discovered that his body temperature was much lower than the average person's.

But it was marvelous to have in the summer, like a mini portable air-con, keeping him cool and fresh.

Su Yang crouched down and tossed out some fish food at the edge of the pond. When the shoal of carp came rus.h.i.+ng up, he quickly picked up the fish net that lay by his side, and, in the blink of an eye, netted himself a few struggling red koi.

He gave a whoop of excitement, “Granny, let's have sweet and sour fish for lunch!”

Granny Wu wiped away her cold sweat, and cajoled him from the side, “Poppet, you can have any fish you want, why do you keep eyeing the koi in this pond. The Wángyé specially ordered for the fry to be transported from Jiangnan, and it took a lot of effort to bring them back alive. If you eat them, the Wángyé is sure to eat you.”

Granny Wu was only trying to scare him, but Su Yang was exceptionally high-strung these days, and his thoughts inevitably landed on a different meaning.

He immediately dumped the fish back into the pond, squatting by the pool looking lost and sad, “You're just like me, no freedom, just being fattened up to be someone's dinner.”