Chapter 38

"Then save it for tonight."

Winter is approaching. Although it was midday and the sun was shining brightly, the farm was empty and the wind made it a bit chilly.

Cheng Jiamo shivered from the wind, then took the opportunity to throw herself into He Qingzhao's arms, using his strong body to shield her from the wind, and then pinched his chest to vent her anger.

This time, however, she didn't control the pressure well and twisted it on a sensitive spot.

He Qingzhao gasped, his eyes narrowing slightly. He quickly grasped her small hand and pressed her again, "Has any other man ever complimented you on your beauty?"

Cheng Jiamo forcefully pulled her hand away: "If you keep doing this, I won't go out with you anymore."

He Qingzhao squeezed her hand: "It's better that you don't come out, so you won't get praised by other men."

Cheng Jiamo still looked at him with good temper, and even smiled at him with her lips raised: "You're so handsome, haven't other women ever praised you?"

He Qingzhao lied without batting an eye: "No, you're the first one."

Instead of laughing happily, Cheng Jiamo frowned with a troubled expression.

"So I was the first one? In that case, I'm at a disadvantage?"

He Qingzhao: "How come you lost out?"

Cheng Jiamo spoke nonsense with a straight face: "If no one else thinks you're handsome, and only I think you are, then there's something wrong with my taste. But it's different for me. From kindergarten to university, many people have praised me for being beautiful. I'm so beautiful, yet I'm dating a man who isn't handsome at all. Isn't that a loss?"

He Qingzhao: "..."

Cheng Jiamo successfully turned the tables, and a smile spread across her face.

He Qingzhao pinched her cheek: "I'm going to have a match with them later. You have to cheer me on and shout loudly, the loudest in the whole stadium."

Cheng Jiamo shook her head: "I won't shout."

Just thinking about that scene makes her embarrassed; she's definitely not going to yell.

He Qingzhao curled his lips: "Then save it for tonight."

Cheng Jiamo: "..."

He Qingzhao leaned close to her ear and said maliciously, "I have plenty of ways to make you scream. Even just with my hands, I can make you scream until your voice is hoarse."

Cheng Jiamo's face was burning hot, both hot and red, and even her ears turned red.

He Qingzhao smiled and released her, then turned and walked towards Huo Junhou and the others.

Cheng Jiamo stood there for a while in the cold wind until her face felt cooler before jogging to catch up.

He Qingzhao knew she was behind him, so he didn't deliberately slow down. The farm stretched as far as the eye could see, so there was no chance of getting lost.

Today's main character is Huo Junhou, but he acts like a leisurely person, with a cigarette in one hand and a girl on the other, lazily leaning back in his chair and directing Zhong Qi to do things.

Zhong Qi laughed and scolded him, "You're as lazy as a pig. Do you think you deserve the name that Grandpa Huo gave you?"

Huo Junhou flicked his cigarette ash and said casually, "How could I possibly apologize?"

Zhong Qi chuckled: "To seal the wolf's lair and drink from the vast sea. To be the Marquis of Champion and the Marquis of Huo Army. Think about it yourself, how deep is the meaning behind your name?"

Huo Junhou gave a self-deprecating smile: "A man should aspire to be a high-ranking military officer. That's the old man's wish, not mine."

Zhong Qi shook his head and didn't say anything more, lowering his head to concentrate on setting up the barbecue grill.

Everyone has their own ambitions, so there's no point in saying more.

Thinking of how much Old Master Huo valued Huo Junhou, Zhong Qi couldn't help but feel a little envious.

Zhong Qi is the illegitimate son of the Zhong family. His mother was a third-rate singer in the 1990s who gave birth to him without any official status.

Before returning to the Zhong family, Zhong Qi lived like an orphan, often going hungry. Even after returning, he wasn't valued by the Zhong family. His current achievements are entirely due to his own hard work.

However, Huo Junhou was different. Huo Junhou was the youngest grandson of Old Master Huo, and also the grandson that Old Master Huo loved and valued the most.

Grandpa Huo placed high hopes on Huo Junhou, hoping that his grandson could become an outstanding soldier like him and win glory for the country.

Mr. Huo joined the army at the age of thirteen, spent half his life in the military and made outstanding military achievements, but his sons went into business or politics, and none of them stayed in the army.

Before he retired, he was too busy to take care of his grandchildren. After he retired, he had time, and that was the year Huo Junhou was born.

The night before Huo Junhou was born, Old Master Huo dreamed that he was carrying a machine gun and charging into battle, killing the Japanese invaders in a rout.

Although Mr. Huo was a staunch and loyal materialist, he felt that the dream was a good omen, so he wrote down the name Huo Junhou for his newborn grandson.

Just like when Xin Qiji's grandfather named him, they all hoped that their grandson would achieve the same level of military prowess as Huo Qubing.

"Sealing the wolf's lair and drinking from the vast sea"—this is the highest achievement of all military generals in ancient times, and even today, it still stirs the blood of soldiers.

Zhong Qi envied Huo Junhou for having such a good grandfather, and placing high hopes on him was also a kind of deep love.

If you don't care, you won't have any expectations. Just like him, no one in the Zhong family cares about him, so no one places any hope in him.

Whether he lives or dies, whether he achieves great success or lives a mediocre life, no one cares, no one is concerned.

When Huo Junhou saw He Qingzhao approaching, he pushed away the girl in his arms, stood up, and waved his hand, saying, "Let's go, off the stage."

He Qingzhao turned around and ruffled Cheng Jiamo's hair: "You should cheer on your man."

With her hair disheveled by his ruffled hair, Cheng Jiamo reluctantly agreed, "Okay."

There were only four people participating in the shooting competition: He Qingzhao, Huo Junhou, Zhao Yue, and Zong Zhengping.

Zhong Qi and He Lin didn't participate because they weren't good at shooting. Cheng Jiamo didn't recognize the other participants; they were all new faces.

Of the group of people, Cheng Jiamo had seen Zhong Qi the most and had only spoken to Zhong Qi. Although she had seen He Lin at the dinner table, she had never spoken a word to He Lin.

Therefore, after He Qingzhao entered the hunting grounds, she walked to Zhong Qi's side and sat down next to him, as if having a familiar person by her side made her feel more at ease.

At this moment, Zhong Qi was still unaware of He Qingzhao's abnormal possessiveness. When he saw Cheng Jiamo sit down, he smiled at her and took the initiative to talk to her.

Although Cheng Jiamo wasn't a particularly talkative person, she wasn't completely silent either. She just wasn't good at initiating conversations or saying insincere, polite things. If someone approached her, she could easily strike up a conversation.

Before shooting, He Qingzhao and his team need to make some preparations, such as changing clothes and choosing a suitable bow and arrow.

While He Qingzhao was still in the game, Cheng Jiamo chatted casually with Zhong Qi.

While talking to her, Zhong Qi skillfully set up the barbecue grill. After finishing, he wiped his hands and looked at Cheng Jiamo with a smile: "Originally, Lao He didn't want to come, but I told him to bring you over, so he came."

Cheng Jiamo asked in surprise, "Really?"

Zhong Qi laughed: "Of course, why would I lie to you?"

Suddenly a whistle blew.

Cheng Jiamo looked over, and her eyes were immediately captivated by He Qingzhao.

He Qingzhao took off his suit jacket, changed his trousers into black casual pants, and changed his shoes into black sneakers. He wore a black shirt on top, which didn't look out of place at all with the casual pants and sneakers. Maybe it was because he was too handsome. With his height of 1.92 meters and his cool and handsome face, he could wear anything and still exude the air of a noble young master.

Others are made up by their clothes, but he is made up by his clothes.

Zhong Qi teased her with a smile, "Are you bewitched by Old He?"

Cheng Jiamo pursed her lips and lowered her eyes shyly.

Zhong Qi burst out laughing.

He Qingzhao called out in a deep voice, "Cheng Jiamo!"

Cheng Jiamo looked up and immediately blushed again.

Under the sunlight, He Qingzhao was noble and elegant, dashing and unrestrained, just like that summer three years ago.

She blushed and her heart pounded, yet she couldn't bear to look away.

He Qingzhao faced her, unbuttoning his shirt with one hand, his long, slender fingers with distinct knuckles ambiguously fiddling with the buttons, just as he had when he was fiddling with hers.

Cheng Jiamo bit her lip secretly. What a bad man, deliberately making this gesture for her to see.

He Qingzhao untied one bobby after another, until he had untied two bobby pins in total, revealing his chest muscles that were faintly visible.

Zhong Qi clicked his tongue: "When did He Qingzhao become as flamboyant as Zhou Jinghong?"

He turned his head away, making a face as if he couldn't bear to look.

Cheng Jiamo pursed her lips and didn't say anything. She glanced around casually and noticed that all the girls present were looking at He Qingzhao.

When Zhong Qi politely complimented her on her looks, He Qingzhao became unhappy. But what about himself? He deliberately exposed his chest in front of others, wanting them to see him.

snort!

She stopped cheering him on; she was going to cheer someone else on to annoy him.

Another whistle blew, and the game began.

The hunting grounds were instantly thrown into chaos, with chickens scattering and rabbits jumping around.

It's called an enclosure, but it's really just a fenced-off area on the grass.

There were two sheep, four rabbits, eight chickens, three big fat geese, and a calf in the pen.

He Qingzhao, Huo Junhou, Zhao Yue, and Zong Zhengping, four men, were running around the circle, one shooting an arrow every now and then.

More than ten minutes passed, and not a single person was hit.

Cheng Jiamo turned her head to look at Zhong Qi: "Can they really hit the target?"

Zhong Qi calmly said, "Even a blind cat can hit one or two dead mice."

Cheng Jiamo: "..."

Zhong Qi chuckled: "It's just for entertainment. They're not shooting athletes, they don't have that kind of archery skill."

He Qingzhao had no choice but to walk leisurely through the hunting grounds, occasionally stopping to draw his bow and shoot arrows. His shirt sleeves were rolled up, and when he drew the bow, his forearms were taut, revealing smooth and sexy muscle lines.

Wow! Mr. He is so handsome.

Another person said, "President He is so sexy and alluring."

Upon hearing others' comments about He Qingzhao, Cheng Jiamo snorted, stood up, and shouted, "Go, Lord Huo!"

Huo Junhou was drawing his bow and shooting an arrow when he suddenly heard Cheng Jiamo's shout. His hand trembled, and he shot off course. By sheer coincidence, the arrow struck the sheep squarely on the neck. The sheep bleated and hopped forward, but collapsed after a few hops.

He Qingzhao casually raised his bow, nocked an arrow, and with a flick of his wrist, shot it at Huo Junhou.

"Fuck your grandpa!" Huo Junhou cursed angrily after dodging.

Cheng Jiamo turned pale with fright and dared not shout anymore.

Zhong Qi chuckled and teased, "Old He is really jealous."

Then He Qingzhao went berserk, throwing away his bow and grabbing the arrow shaft to stab the animals, holding them down one by one until they were covered in blood. In just a few strokes, he had killed all the animals.

After he finished stabbing, his hands were covered in blood, and his face was splattered with blood, but he was smiling as he wiped his face with his arm.

The other three people in the enclosure were all stunned.

The onlookers were all stunned.

Zhong Qi was so shocked that he cursed, "Damn it!"

Cheng Jiamo: "..."

When He Qingzhao came out, he still had a smile on his face, and his phoenix eyes were slightly narrowed with laughter.

Cheng Jiamo found his smile creepy and couldn't help but shudder.

He Qingzhao beckoned to her: "Come here."

Cheng Jiamo stood up and walked towards him cautiously.

He Qingzhao pulled her into his arms, pressed his thumb against her lips and rubbed them hard: "Will you cheer for others again next time?"