Chapter 23 Indirect Kiss

"Handsome uncle? Can I ask you a question?" Jiaer looked at Ning Che with big eyes.

The man took a spoonful of cake and put it into his mouth. The sweet and smooth taste invaded his taste buds. Ning Che squinted his eyes happily.

Jia'er took it as his acquiescence and moved closer to him. "Why don't you ask me why I fought with my classmates?"

Ning Che rolled his eyes: "Are you fighting? You're just getting beaten up!"

He stretched out a finger and poked the plaster on Jiaer's right arm with a look of disgust.

"Tsk tsk! My arm is broken!"

Jia'er didn't take it seriously, and said with a big smile: "It's okay, his is broken too."

"That's because I stuck my head out, and you'll hug my thigh and cry!" Ning Che raised his chin, and pride seemed to overflow from every pore.

Butler Li held his forehead and said: "——Hurry up and eat the cake!"

Even though the dignified leader of the Demon Cult had a child's arm broken, it's not a show-off!

He cut another piece of cake and stuffed it into Ning Che's hand, "This one has more strawberries."

"oh"

Ning Che obediently put down the empty plate and worked hard on the next piece.

Jia'er, with half her face covered in cream, clung to Ning Che and acted coquettishly: "Handsome uncle! Ask me!"

Ning Che was annoyed by his pestering and responded in a busy manner. "Why did you get beaten?"

"Because they called my mother a jinx who brought bad luck to men. First she killed my father, and next it will be me." The chubby baby face was squeezed into a ball, and she could no longer smile.

She pursed her lips and her eyes were filled with tears.

He tilted his head back and blinked hard.

"Cry if you want to!" Ning Che shouted impatiently.

"Didn't you tell me not to cry?" She felt wronged and pitiful, but still tried hard to hold back the tears.

"Give it in now!"

With a cry of "Wow——", Jia'er couldn't hold back any longer. With half of her face covered in cream, she threw herself into Ning Che's arms and cried heartbreakingly.

Ning Che felt like his eardrum was about to burst. He leaned back on the sofa, holding the dinner plate in one hand and wrapping the other around the little white ball's chubby back.

Butler Li and the aunt's men were busy, one handing out paper and the other handing out the trash can, without saying a word.

In the huge living room, only the bitter sobs of the young child could be heard.

The tender shoulders of a six-year-old child cannot bear the weight of rumors and even less the weight of malicious bullying.

At such a young age, he didn't know that it was a fight to the death, he just knew not to cause trouble to his grandmother and mother.

He chose to compromise and obey in the face of bullying, but he could no longer tolerate their insults to his mother and stood up to resist without hesitation.

Although the resistance failed, at least he dared.

Butler Li took the tray, and Ning Che simply hugged the poor child. His chin rested on the child's head, and he could smell the rose-scented shower gel.

"I don't ask because I know everything." A light voice came from above her head, and Jiaer's crying became quieter and quieter.

Ning Che's eyes drifted to the garden, to the clouds, and to the ethereal horizon.

There was an ethereal quality to his voice, as if he was recalling something from long ago.

"There was a little boy who had lived in a terrible place for as long as he could remember. The people there burned, killed, looted, and committed all sorts of evil. To survive, he had no choice but to compromise and form gangs, thinking that being among people would bring him safety."

"But human hearts are unpredictable. Even if he tried his best to please others, he was still killed in the end. From then on, he understood. The law of the jungle is the only law in this world. Only by standing at the highest point can one overlook the scenery. Only absolute power can control everything."

Her tone was calm, and even her beautiful face always had a gentle smile on it.

"Jia'er, do you understand?"

The little white ball looked at his pointed chin and nodded in confusion.

Jia'er used his only remaining left hand to hug Ning Che. "My handsome uncle, I understand. From now on, I will fight back with all my might and beat them up."

"If you can beat me, fight me. If you can't, run away." Ning Che patted his back.

Jiaer straightened up, blinked her big eyes and asked, "What if I can't escape?"

"If you can't escape, find the weakest one and beat him to death." He raised his head slightly, holding the child's face in his hands. A fierce look appeared on his calm face, and his eyes were as cold as ice.

"If they don't let you have a good life, then no one else can have a good life!"

Jia'er wasn't afraid at all. She placed her little hand on the back of Ning Che's slightly cool hand and said in a baby voice, "Well, I've learned it. My handsome uncle, don't be afraid either. You have my uncle now, and he will protect you in the future."

"Who is it? Who has him?" She was so fragile just now that she seemed to be broken at the slightest touch. When she heard what Little White Balloon said, she immediately became furious. "It's not certain who will protect whom!"

"It's obviously your uncle who's protecting you! I noticed there are a few more people outside the door today!"

"More?" Butler Li and Auntie craned their necks to look outside. "I didn't notice!"

Ning Che didn't care at all. He grabbed a handful of lychees and stuffed them into the hands of Butler Li and Auntie. "Eat lychees, they're sweet!" But as he lowered his head to peel the lychees, he glanced out the window at the black-clad bodyguard.

The lychee flesh was crystal white, and the juice spurted out when she bit into it. Jia'er touched her mouth, and her sticky little hands naturally wiped on her pants.

Ning Che looked at him with disdain. The front of his cartoon pajamas was covered in cream and water stains, and the original shape of the cartoon pattern was almost unrecognizable.

The more I looked at it, the more disgusted I became. “It’s so dirty!”

Jiaer refused to be outdone, "You're dirtier than me!"

Following his gaze and seeing her clothes, Ning Che jumped up on the spot as if her butt had springs installed, almost overturning the small table.

"Who did this!"

"Me!" Jia'er pointed at her own face. The cream on half of her face was wiped cleanly and all transferred to Ning Che's pajamas.

The aunt peeled the lychee and handed it to Ning Che. He took it and put it in his mouth and bit it, then grabbed the little ball by the collar and dangled it in his hand like a chicken.

"Go wash!"

"I don't want it. I want to eat and talk to you." Jiaer shouted in resistance as her limbs, like lotus root nodes, struggled desperately in the air.

Ning Che was annoyed by his yelling, so he simply tucked the little guy under his arm and turned around and muttered, "If you make trouble again, I'll send you back—"

He froze in his tracks before he could finish his words. Jia'er, who was flailing around like a little crab, and housekeeper Li and his aunt, who were chatting and eating, were all startled.

"Uncle!" Little Dumpling shouted excitedly, "Come and save me!"

Their eyes met. Fu Chengyun looked over in astonishment.

The sun shone obliquely on the cashmere carpet, shrouding the man in a halo of light; even his long hair, casually tied up, shone with a golden luster. He was holding Jia'er with one arm, his other hand groping in his pocket.

She blinked, as if about to say something about the sudden encounter, but she was dangling a fresh lychee between her lips, the juicy flesh touching her thin lips, making them appear even more delicate.

There is light on him...

Fu Chengyun felt a sudden surge of warmth in his heart. He was like a wanderer who had suffered a lot and finally found a home. He couldn't wait to throw himself into this warmth.

Fu Chengyun put down his suitcase, walked quickly to the group, and hugged the person who was staring at him blankly.

His arms tightened around her, forming an embrace. He secretly buried his face in the crook of her fair neck, feeling her warmth from his cold face. His stiff limbs gradually warmed up, and he desperately craved that warmth.

The faint fragrance of roses filled the nostrils, and the cold and hard heart beat again. After feeling the obedience of the person in his arms, the beating gradually quickened, and it came back to life within a few seconds.

His tall body was pressed against Ning Che. To outsiders, it looked like Fu Chengyun was hugging Ning Che tightly and forcefully.

But only Fu Chengyun himself knew that he almost cried when he hugged this slender and strong body.

The tall body that enveloped him was trembling slightly. It turned out that even such a powerful and versatile person could not hold on sometimes.

Ning Che rarely struggled and let himself be held in his arms, as obedient as a kitten.

But Jia'er, who was stuck in the armpit, was not so obedient. The feeling of being suspended in the air was really unbearable. Although he didn't want to disturb his uncles from having fun, he was almost out of breath. With his little hands, he tugged at the corner of Fu Chengyun's clothes and shook it gently, and asked in a low voice: "Why don't you put me down first, and you two can hold me firmly?

Fu Chengyun slightly relaxed his arm and put some distance between them, but his hand was still on the other's waist.

Children speak without restraint. Ning Che was amused by him and chuckled. He loosened his grip and placed the child firmly on the ground.

Fu Chengyun was stunned for a moment. This was the first time he saw Ning Che smile so innocently, without any mockery, contempt, or cruelty.

The corners of her eyes curved slightly, their light clear as water, flawless like a crescent moon. The crystal light shone on her long eyelashes, scattering them into tiny specks of light. Her smile was gentle, yet soft and tender, reaching his heart.

The weather in France was so cold that it felt like he had just drunk a cup of hot tea in the frozen earth. He felt warmed from the inside out.

As the sky darkened, the clock struck five. Auntie stood up and asked with concern, "Has Mr. Fu eaten yet?"

Fu Chengyun glanced at her, still in a daze.

His aunt had worked for several years, always reserved and cautious. He thought that was the norm for employers and employees. But the scene of the young and old gathering together just now was still fresh in his mind.

Auntie, housekeeper Li, and the little guy were all so relaxed and casual. Even the thorny rose had lost its edge, leaving only pure beauty and cheerfulness.

Fu Chengyun suddenly felt a strong desire to join this peaceful scene.

Seeing that he didn't respond, Ning Che pushed him in the chest and pulled away the troublesome hands on his waist.

Butler Li held up a peeled lychee in front of him and said, "Eat something first. We'll have dinner together tonight."

The hard facial lines were no longer as gray as before, and the pale lips were faintly red. Fu Chengyun smiled and said, "Okay."

After saying that, he didn't reach for the lychees on the plate. Instead, he took the lychee that Ning Che had been biting on his lips and put it into his mouth.

Ning Che: ...

Butler Li: Ah! This—

Auntie: I have to hurry and cook.

Jiaer: "My mom says this is called indirect kissing."

Fu Chengyun: "This one is sweeter."