8 Not Even If I Die (1/2)

8 Not Even If I Die

Translator: YTJS_ | Editor: Perriemix

The dinner that the girl made was so hearty that it made them feel at ease. It didn't escape Xia Chunyu's notice that the dish tasted authentic as if it really was from his hometown. The three of them easily cleared the five dishes and a jug of first-class wine.

After eating and drinking to his heart’s content, Xia Chunyu decided to go out for a walk. As he passed by the kitchen, he saw Ye Jiayao through the window, struggling to carry a pail of water, even spilling some on her skirt.

Xia Chunyu wanted to go over and help her but Song Qi moved quicker than him, rushing up to take the pail of water from Ye Jiayao’s hands. Ye Jiayao straightened her back to wipe her sweat off when he saw Xia Chunyu outside the window. She rolled her eyes and turned away, expressionless.

Xia Chunyu was unfathomably annoyed as he yelled for Song Qi.

Song Qi rushed over just as Xia Chunyu said, ”Today I shall not patrol the mountains, you go around on my behalf.”

Song Qi stared at him blankly before he replied, ”I’ll go after I help sister-in-law carry the water.”

Xia Chunyu growled, ”NOW.”

Song Qi was startled so bad, he almost pissed in his pants. What’s wrong with third-in-charge today? Why is he losing his temper out of nowhere? Didn't he enjoy his dinner?

After dispatching Song Qi, Xia Chunyu also sent Peng Wu away. He then he brought a chair over to the courtyard, and sat smugly, enjoying the breeze as his eyes constantly glanced over to the kitchen.

Let’s see who will help you now. How dare you disregard me?

Ye Jiayao suspected that the third-in-charge was playing tricks on her on purpose. How could she be this unlucky? Only she could end up with a man who had no regard for others. Song Qi’s praises must be out of fear of this filthy man because from whatever perspective she looked at it from, she can’t see him as a good person.

Ye Jiayao proceeded to carry the water from the well by herself, cursing the backwardness of the facilities in the ancient times.

Xia Chunyu fanned himself leisurely, looking at Ye Jiayao as she carried the pail of water with extreme difficulty.

If you can’t handle it then ask me! I will do it on the account of the dinner you made. The corner of Xia Chunyu’s lips rose undetectably, waiting until she opened her mouth to beg him.

However, Ye Jiayao didn't even spare a glance at his direction. She continued huffing and puffing without saying a word.

The second trip, the third trip….

Xia Chunyu started to get fidgety. Wench! Will begging for my help kill you?

Every time Ye Jiayao looked at that smug face of his, her heart burned with rage. Classless, filthy man!

”Hey, get me a cup of tea,” Xia Chunyu ordered, clearing his throat.

Ye Jiayao was really tempted to just dunk the pail of water on his head. Couldn't he see that she was busy? Did he not have hands or legs? He was merely a bandit and yet he was acting like an official by ordering her around like a servant.

Again, Xia Chunyu was ignored. He fanned himself harder, almost making it fall apart. He was just about to rage when Ye Jiayao handed over a cup of tea, stuffing it into his hands before turning away to continue carrying the water.

”Hey, stop there.”

Xia Chunyu wanted to demand what was with her attitude but instead, he just stood up, stuffed the cup back into her hands and took the pail from her, heading towards the well.

Ye Jiayao was thoroughly surprised. This filthy man had actually found his conscience?

With someone else carrying the water, Ye Jiayao rushed to scrub and wash the bowls and pots. She didn't want to touch these greasy things after she was clean.

”There’s enough water there. Remember to clean the tub after you use it,” Xia Chunyu ordered coldly, standing by the door.

Just when Ye Jiayao had changed her mind about him, he went ahead and acted like a donkey's butt again. Ye Jiayao suppressed the urge to roll her eyes and continued to ignore him.

Xia Chunyu walked away gloomily, unsatisfied because he was unable to rile her up.

Ye Jiayao entered the room after a while, ransacking the place until she finally found one of his cotton gowns, taking it with her conveniently.

Xia Chunyu's mouth dropped open at her audacity. This woman! She didn't even bother to at least ask for his permission before taking his clothes. Did she really think she was the mistress of this place?

Ye Jiayao bolted the front and back door of the kitchen shut before heading to wash in peace. She spotted a small piece of yellow soap sitting on the chair beside the tub and was surprised to see that there was actually soap here. The workmanship maybe rough but it was better than not having any at all. She would see what she could do to improve it when she has the chance. This is, after all, the quality of her life now.

Ugh, it must be that filthy man who put it here! Ye Jiayao smiled slightly, thinking that maybe, just maybe, he wasn't that hopeless after all.

After making his round, Song Qi returned to see third-in-charge walking around the entrance of the courtyard with his hands behind his back.

”3rd-in-charge, I have finished inspecting, everything is normal.”

Xia Chunyu ordered dismissively, ”Make another round.”

Song Qi looked at him, clueless. Make another round? Surely, he heard him wrong!