Chapter 11: Finding a Place to Live
Fu Chengyun was stunned, and so was everyone present.
Only Ning Che and the little white ball who was being held in his mother's arms in the audience had a self-righteous look on their faces.
Is that so affectionate?
The clouds and fog cleared away, and Fu Chengyun felt very happy.
He was used to enduring in the Fu family, and this was the first time he knew how satisfying it was to avenge a grudge on the spot. At this moment, even the look in his eyes as he looked at Lin Zhi and her son was tinged with a rare softness.
Fu Linyu's face was swollen like a pig's head, and he didn't dare move his arm, which was probably broken. One of his legs was also lame, and he leaned on his mother, breathing more in than out.
Fu Chengyun suddenly felt that Ning Che was really good to him. He hadn't really hit her that day when he was angry. He couldn't help but chuckle. "Don't take chicken feathers as an order. You don't know your own weight. Your sister-in-law is really worried about me. If you jump around in front of me again, she will hit you and I won't be able to stop her."
Fu Linyu no longer had the energy to shout. Lin Zhi looked at Ning Che timidly. Her lips trembled, but she didn't dare to say anything.
Li Zi angrily strode towards Ning Che, wary of his ferocious beatings, yet afraid to get too close. She stopped two meters from him. Just as she was about to raise her finger and curse at him, she remembered the last time she pointed at him and got spanked, and she awkwardly lowered her hand.
With red eyes and gnashing teeth, he said, "You, you dare to hurt Brother Cheng Yun, I will not forgive you!"
After saying that, without waiting for Ning Che to reply, he sprinted off the stage. Returning to his seat, he grabbed his bag and ran out of the hall.
Fu Ting followed her out. Lin Zhi helped her son off the stage and arranged for bodyguards to come and pick him up. As the farce ended, there was another commotion in the crowd.
Fu Chengyun signaled the emcee to say his closing remarks, then he put on his gentle and polite smile again and said goodbye to the guests. Then he took Ning Che in his arms and walked down the red carpet platform.
Several eyes were glued to their backs in the corner, not daring to utter a single sound, trying their best to minimize their presence. When Ning Che got in, the black, extended Rolls-Royce sped away.
Only a few dared to emerge from the corner. One of them, a short, fat middle-aged man, breathed a sigh of relief and wiped the sweat from his forehead, but the fear in his eyes still lingered.
The sky was clear and the air was fresh. The warm midday spring sun poured down, shimmering down on the towering ginkgo trees, their fan-shaped leaves reflecting a silvery light. The lush canopy cast a shadow over the blooming roses. Deep red, pale pink, and pure white roses huddled together, their branches stretched out in competition, releasing a vibrant vitality.
After Ning Che walked through the gate, he stopped outside the garden and refused to move. Fu Chengyun followed his gaze and asked kindly, "Would you like to come in and sit down?"
"Um."
The grass carpet was dense and soft to the touch. Ning Che sat down on the stone bench, leaned over the stone table, and rested his chin on one hand, admiring the garden view.
Fu Chengyun asked his aunt to bring out some snacks and then sat down opposite him.
The diamond on her ring finger shone brightly, even more dazzling in the sunlight. Fu Chengyun asked, "Do you hate Fu Linyu?"
"Um."
"Because he looks like your old friend?"
"Not all of them." Ning Che stared at a bunch of beautiful roses in a daze.
Fu Chengyun suddenly felt a little elated. He seemed to be expecting some kind of answer. He pressed on, "What other reasons are there?"
A gentle breeze blew by, and Ning Che closed his eyes. His long eyelashes trembled slightly on his eyelids, his posture lazy and enjoyable.
Fu Chengyun couldn't wait to give an answer. "Because he bullied me?"
Why does this sound a bit strange?
Ning Che frowned. He simply felt a similarity to Fu Chengyun's experience, as he'd lost his mother at a young age and was left alone and helpless. He knew all too well what it was like to endure those long years alone, and couldn't help but feel pity for him. Seeing Fu Chengyun being humiliated, he couldn't help but help him.
But Fu Linyu kept saying little o's, and his contemptuous attitude was like treating a toy. Even if he didn't have this relationship with Fu Chengyun, he would still teach him a lesson.
So it’s not entirely because of Fu Chengyun.
He looked up at Fu Chengyun, who was holding his chin with both hands and looking at him expectantly.
Well, let him do as he wishes.
Ning Che nodded.
"Really!" Fu Chengyun slammed the table excitedly, scaring the aunt who was serving tea and snacks so much that her hands started shaking.
Ning Che quickly caught the tilted tray and gave Fu Chengyun a cold look. Fu Chengyun coughed awkwardly, putting his fist to his lips to hide his joy. He asked, "Auntie, are you okay?"
Auntie put the tray in place and said with a smile, "It's okay."
Fu Chengyun filled the teacup in front of Ning Che and continued, "That's good. Also, let's prepare strawberry cake for the tea later."
Ning Che had been accustomed to being waited on since becoming the head of the hall at the age of fifteen. Seeing Fu Chengyun's diligent work, he wasn't surprised. He took a sip from the teacup, then took a nut from Fu Chengyun's hand, enjoying it as a matter of course.
The breeze carried the fragrance of flowers, and it was hard to tell whether it was the scent of roses in the garden or the pheromone emitted by Ning Che during her sensitive period. The occasional chirping of birds in the treetops filled the surroundings with a peaceful and beautiful atmosphere.
Fu Chengyun didn't want to indulge in this comfort. He was like a nerdy kid chasing his teacher to ask questions, eager to get answers.
"Why on earth are you staying with me?"
At first he thought this man was after fame, fortune and money, but when he saw how casually he signed the prenuptial agreement, everything seemed to be deviating from his established script.
"To make a living."
Ning Che couldn't help but feel a little depressed when he thought about this. He had painstakingly eliminated dissidents for over a decade, finally ascending to the throne of the Supreme Lord. He had thought the world was at his fingertips, but who knew it would be burned to ashes in the blink of an eye?
Now, not only is he penniless, he has even lost all his inner strength that he was so proud of.
He suddenly felt a little sad. The leader of the evil cult who was above everyone else had to stay in the home of a local rich man.
"Settling down?" Fu Chengyun repeated. He couldn't help but feel happy. This man really wasn't here for fame and fortune! "Settling down" means finding a job here and supporting yourself, right?
Did he originally want to get a long-term job by climbing into bed?
He lacked family, love, and friendship, but he had a job. Even if Xu Nuo Group wouldn't let Ning Che participate in the company's operations, they would still find him a job elsewhere.
Fu Chengyun felt that after more than ten years of intrigue and deception, he finally saw the light. In this world, at least there was someone who treated him sincerely.
But seeing Ning Che's dejected look, he felt worried again.
The big hand wrapped around the small hand, and Fu Chengyun promised solemnly: "Don't worry, I will never force you before you are willing. I will wait until you are willing."
This made no sense, but after a moment's thought, he understood what Fu Chengyun meant. Ning Che couldn't help but sneer.
You think you can force me? What a joke!
However, he was penniless and if he wanted to survive in this world, he had to rely on this local rich man in front of him. Ning Che didn't want to argue with him and nodded perfunctorily.
At the villa door, Butler Li poked his head out to call them to dinner. Ning Che pulled his hand away and walked in with his cup of tea.
The warm sun shone on the man's tall figure, and the light penetrated his long hair that stood up high. Every strand of hair was wrapped in golden light, and even the ends of his hair were lively and pretty.
Fu Chengyun stared at Ning Che's back, a wide smile on his lips. The spring breeze was just right, and he was finally intoxicated by the spring scenery in the garden.
The table was short, just three dishes and a bowl. There was braised sea cucumber with scallions, steamed sea bass, and a dish of boiled Chinese cabbage, all accompanied by a bowl of old duck soup. Each dish was exquisite, each one a nourishing addition.
Ning Che had a childish palate, preferring sweets to meat. Looking at the table full of dishes, he complained, "Grandpa, the dishes you've arranged are all the local rich man's favorites. You don't even remember my taste. You're just biased!"
He threw down his chopsticks and crossed his arms angrily, like a naughty child.
Butler Li smiled gently, picked up the chopsticks and put them into his hand. "Who said that? Cheng Yun doesn't like this dish either."
Ning Che: ...
Butler Li patiently explained, "You've been busy these past few days, and you're weak, so I'll give you some nourishment." He placed a piece of fish in Ning Che's bowl. "Especially this old duck soup, it's very nourishing."
Ning Che grabbed Butler Li's hand and said, "You also feel that I'm weak?"
It is normal for omegas to be weak during their susceptible period. Butler Li nodded without understanding the reason and urged people to eat.
Ning Che, unable to taste the food, spent the entire meal recalling all the cultivation techniques of the Demonic Cult. One of them said that one could use the heart blood of a person who practiced dual cultivation to cultivate, which would greatly increase one's internal strength.
Those who practice dual cultivation must choose someone whose body is extremely compatible with their own.
Ning Che tilted his head to look at Fu Chengyun. He lusted after his body, his touch, his scent. Perhaps they were a perfect match.
If we use his heart blood to practice, can we replenish our exhausted internal energy?
If his inner strength is full, with his level, even if he wanders the streets, he will definitely be able to make a name for himself. By then, it won't be long before he can establish another demon sect.
With a "pop!", Ning Che put down his bowl and chopsticks. He stood up, picked up the spoon, scooped a bowl of soup and placed it in front of Fu Chengyun.
Such an ordinary action made Fu Chengyun flattered.
He actually served me soup!
Fu Chengyun raised his head and looked at Ning Che with eyes full of relief.
Ning Che was blinded by his own weakness and completely lost sight of the deeper meaning in his eyes. With a deadpan expression, he instructed, "Drink more! Drink the whole thing. It's good for your health."
"Okay." Fu Chengyun's eyes were filled with emotion.
He treats me sincerely and cares about my health.
Ning Che moved his chair and went upstairs. When he reached the middle of the stairs, he said to Fu Chengyun, "Drink quickly, and then go back to your room."
Before Fu Chengyun could react, Butler Li rushed to answer. "Okay, don't worry, I'll supervise him drinking."
"You still have to supervise me drinking?" Fu Chengyun vaguely felt that something was wrong. He looked at Butler Li with a questioning look.
Omegas in their susceptible period need the care of their alphas, but how this care should be done is not something that can be explained explicitly. Butler Li picked up Fu Chengyun's bowl and filled it with soup. He sat back down and gave him a meaningful smile.
Fu Chengyun seemed to smell something unusual. He looked around the table at the dishes, all of which were very nutritious.
He looked at the overflowing bowl of soup in front of him and felt his blood boiling. If he drank all of it, he would have a nosebleed all night.
How could someone who always behaves like a rich young master suddenly break his habit and give himself a big bowl of nourishing soup?
He suddenly remembered what he had said to him in the garden.
'I'll wait until you're willing.'
Fu Chengyun stared blankly at the old duck soup. "Could it be?"
Butler Li couldn't stand his silly look anymore, so he cleared his throat and said, "Silly boy, hurry up!"
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