Chapter 17 He is your son, not an ATM
"Is that so?"
Yu Chucheng quickly raised his hand and swore, "It's absolutely true."
But the oath circled on his lips, but in the end he didn't dare to say it out loud.
If even traveling through a book could happen to him, then it was not impossible for him to be struck to death by lightning while walking on the road.
Fortunately, Duan Huaijin did not ask any further questions, but took him to the third floor, took out the key and opened the door.
The only light on in the house was in the living room.
Seeing Yu Chucheng hesitating at the door, Duan Huaijin said, "No need to take off your shoes, just come in."
Yu Chucheng then slowly stepped into the dark door.
As soon as he entered the door, Yu Chucheng felt like his life was over.
This house is even worse than the old and dilapidated one that Chu Cheng rented at the beginning. Not only is it small, but the waterproofing is not done properly. There are traces of water transportation at the base of the four walls. After being soaked for a long time, the wall paint underneath has started to fall off.
The orientation of the house is also a problem, but the windows are very small, and even if they face the sun, it is estimated that not much light can get in during the day.
However, Duan Huaijin's room was tidied up by the owner and looked quite nice.
Yu Chucheng looked around curiously.
In the middle of the bedroom was a 1.2-meter-wide wooden bed that looked hard. In the corner near the window was a desk exactly the same as the one I had in high school. There was only an unplugged desk lamp on it, and the drawers were empty.
Yu Chucheng thought that a top student like Duan Huaijin would have a bedroom filled with all kinds of materials and various awards certificates on the walls.
Duan Huaijin handed the folded clothes to Yu Chucheng and handed him the ring box.
"Remember to put it away this time."
"Why are you here?"
"I put it in your coat last time and brought it back with me."
“I see…”
Yu Chucheng felt that the ring box was hot and an eyesore, so he just put it in his pocket.
He took his things and prepared to leave, and was just about to say that there was no need to see me off.
Just then—
"Duan Huaijin!"
The door was opened from the outside and a man walked in hurriedly.
The man was quite tall, but his face was pale and thin, with deeply sunken cheeks. At first glance, Yu Chucheng thought there was a tree branch with long legs running towards him.
Duan Haixiang was breathing rapidly, as if he was being chased by someone, and a large area of his dark green T-shirt on his chest was soaked with sweat.
He was stunned when he saw Yu Chucheng, obviously not expecting that there would be outsiders in the house. But he couldn't care less about that now. What he needed most at the moment was money.
Duan Haixiang pushed Yu Chucheng aside and rushed into Duan Huaijin's bedroom.
Yu Chucheng lost his balance and bumped into the corner of the table. The dull pain in his waist made him gasp.
"Huaijin, the debt collectors came to the construction site to look for me again today, please help Dad." Duan Haixiang grabbed Duan Huaijin's arm as if he was grabbing a life-saving straw, "The house in my hometown was left by our great ancestor and cannot be sold. Didn't you promise to help Dad pay off his debts? Where's the money?"
Duan Huaijin said calmly: "The part-time salary has not been paid yet."
Duan Haixiang: "What about the money you saved before? Take it out and help Dad pay off this debt first, otherwise the interest will keep compounding and the debt will get bigger!"
Yu Chucheng rubbed his sore waist and couldn't help interrupting him, "You should figure out how to pay the money you owe yourself. What does it have to do with Duan Huaijin?"
Duan Haixiang turned around suddenly and said, "You are an outsider, don't interfere in our family affairs! You have no right to speak here!"
After saying that, Duan Haixiang started searching Duan Huaijin's bedroom.
He opened Duan Huaijin's wardrobe and threw all of Duan Huaijin's neatly folded clothes on the bed. He then opened the drawer at the head of the bed, and all kinds of bills and documents were scattered all over the floor.
"Where did you hide your bank card? Tell me where you hid your bank card!!"
Duan Haixiang's chest was heaving violently, his facial expression was distorted, and his eyes were searching around frantically, looking just like a hungry and insatiable drug addict.
The bedroom that was clean and tidy a minute ago became a mess in an instant.
Yu Chucheng clenched his fingers, and a nameless fire surged up from deep inside his body. He didn't bother to put down the coat hanging in his arm, nor did he care about the pain in his waist. He strode forward and grabbed Duan Haixiang by the collar.
"You have the ability to pay off your debts yourself, don't go crazy here!"
"Get out of here, who do you think you are!"
"Who am I? I only know that you are nothing. You are the one who went to gamble, and you are the one who owes a lot of gambling debts. You are responsible for your own mistakes."
"Since he promised me, he has to help me pay it back. He must hand over the bank card to me today, otherwise I will smash everything in this room! If I don't live well, he won't live well either—"
"He is your son, not an ATM!!"
Yu Chucheng roared.
Even if it's just in name only, why not even pretend?
He didn't know why he was angry. It was because he felt guilty about Duan Huaijin tonight, but also because he was standing in Duan Huaijin's shoes and felt wronged for him.
In short, the dry firewood in the chest seemed to be ignited by someone, crackling and burning more and more vigorously.
Duan Haixiang was stunned by Yu Chucheng's yelling, and subconsciously retorted, "What son? He is not me..."
Halfway through his speech, Duan Haixiang suddenly came to his senses, a layer of cold sweat broke out on his back, and he quickly stopped talking.
His wrinkled eyelids trembled violently twice, and he found strength from nowhere, but he pushed Yu Chucheng away.
"Ugh!" Yu Chucheng fell backwards and subconsciously closed his eyes to prepare for the impact of the wall on his back.
But what greeted him was not a hard wall, but a chest that was softer than the wall, warmer, and had a hint of bamboo leaf fragrance.
Duan Huaijin put his arm around his shoulders and supported him steadily from behind, "Come on, I'll take you downstairs."
Yu Chucheng hadn't finished arguing yet and wanted to curse the old scoundrel in a roundabout way, but he stood there motionless, staring at Duan Haixiang, who was only good at bullying others.
Duan Huaijin lowered his voice helplessly, with strands of pheromones emanating from his body. "Don't worry about him. This little thing is not worth getting angry about."
The faint and crisp bamboo fragrance gently enveloped Yu Chucheng, like a clear spring, gradually extinguishing the fire in Yu Chucheng's heart.
Yu Chucheng came to his senses.
He originally wanted to stand up for Duan Huaijin, but in the end he got carried away and was pissed off to death.
Seeing Yu Chucheng calm down, Duan Huaijin gently patted his shoulder with his hand and said, "We won't bother with him. Just listen to me."
Duan Huaijin's voice was very pleasant, especially when he spoke softly, like the evening breeze on a summer night, which made Yu Chucheng's ears feel warm and a little numb.
Yu Chucheng's eyelashes twitched suddenly.
Why did Duan Huaijin's words sound so awkward, as if he was coaxing a child.
He nervously moved aside, distanced himself from Duan Huaijin, and muttered, "Who bothered with him? I just hate evil when I see it."
Duan Huaijin curled his lips, "Well, you are right, you are a good citizen who is willing to help others."
Yu Chucheng: “…”
Shit, why does it feel more like I’m coaxing a three-year-old child?
His gaze stayed on the curve of Duan Huaijin's mouth for two seconds, then he tilted his head awkwardly and touched his neck.
This was the first time he saw Duan Huaijin smile, although it was not very obvious, the smile did not reach his eyes, and even the corners of his eyes did not rise...
But it's damn good looking.
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