Chapter 8 Li Xin, stole his shirt? Li Xin felt a little annoyed...
Li Xin stroked Su Jinmu's straw hat with his fingertips, then raised his hand to drink the lemonade.
He couldn't swallow it, but he forced it down with a cold expression.
The straw hat was clean, without any sweat stains or sweet scent. He found a plastic wrap, sealed the clean and intact straw hat, and put it in the wardrobe.
The amount is too small now. If the clothes are accumulated little by little, perhaps some effective components of sweat can be extracted.
Li Xin glanced inside the wardrobe. His clothes were all hung in sets, except for a lone straw hat on the far left, which looked out of place.
He looked at it for a few moments, a slight smile playing on his lips, and then closed the wardrobe door.
Su Jinmu was busy in the garden, which he always took care of personally.
Unlike other gardens where only one type of plant is grown for aesthetic purposes, or where many types grow haphazardly and unhappily, the Su family's garden, despite its name, is more like a piece of farmland.
There are rows of field ridges, in which he has planted all kinds of flowers and plants.
This method resulted in a high success rate, but Su's mother felt it resembled farming too much and asked him to change it. So he changed the vertical ridges into concentric ridges, planting things according to their height and color, which made it look somewhat more aesthetically pleasing.
He originally planned to study botany as an undergraduate and special plant cultivation as a graduate student, but now all of that plans have fallen through.
Let's see if he has a chance to retake the exam after he dies.
Su Jinmu gently pursed her lips and planted the small packet of seeds her older brother had given her.
Dig a hole, sow the seeds, cover with soil, and water.
After meticulously and attentively finishing the job, loosen the soil around the other flowers.
Li Xin hasn't been working lately, so he has to do all of this himself. Su's parents want to gain a good reputation by sponsoring the top student, so they do everything impeccably.
Instead of assigning Li Xin to be a proper servant in the Su family, they placed her under Su Jinmu's command, claiming that she would help her youngest son manage the garden, an easy and stress-free job with a monthly salary of 100,000.
In this way, the reputation for helping students becomes impeccable.
Su Jinmu twitched the corner of her mouth, so Li Xin wasn't wrong when he said that he was his personal servant.
After all, he's the one who pays the monthly salary of 100,000.
He fainted after plowing a few rounds of the field; what a waste.
Su Jinmu went to the greenhouse and packed two plants, pot and all, and had them delivered by a special person. Not long after, her phone popped up with messages showing two payments.
Friday.
At the Jiang family's youngest daughter's birthday banquet, Su's parents finally finished dealing with the Lin family's affairs and ordered Su Jinmu to go out and show her face again.
At the banquet, Su Jinmu wore a white suit, which accentuated her slender waistline. Her skin was delicate and her features exquisite. Under the sunlight, her complexion was as clear as spring water, and she was breathtakingly beautiful.
Compared to her previous reserved and shy demeanor, she has become more aggressive, looking directly at people without ever lowering her eyes.
While Su's parents were socializing in front, Su Jinmu, who used to follow behind with a smile, found a place to sit down, took some desserts and red wine, and quietly filled her stomach.
I wonder if any of these are partners chosen by their parents.
An ideal buyer of thin horses.
He remained seated, and his parents, not wanting to reprimand him in public, invited some of the younger people over for a drink. Coupled with the incident at the spring banquet, many people were surprised by his behavior and joined in the drinking.
His parents had raised him for over a decade, and Su Jinmu had no intention of embarrassing them in this arena of fame and fortune. He had drunk the wine that most people would have.
After a while, I got a little carried away.
I feel dizzy.
A slender and handsome young man sat on the sofa, his long eyelashes half-closed, a blush spreading across his ears, while the elegantly dressed figures behind him seemed to become mere background accompaniments.
Several young men approached, "Second Young Master Su? Are you drunk?"
The young master was a bit curious about the rather famous young master Su in the circle, so he moved closer and said in a playful voice, "Second Young Master, would you like to go out for some fresh air? It might make you feel better."
Su Jinmu opened her eyes, her long eyelashes revealing a shimmering gaze, the corners of her eyes upturned, sharp yet alluring.
The young master's heart skipped a beat, "Su—"
"My brother is a little drunk, I'll take him home first." A steady voice interrupted, bringing the other person back to their senses.
The boy looked embarrassed and scratched his burning ears awkwardly. "Oh, oh, let's talk next time."
Su Zeya stepped forward and helped his younger brother up. Seeing that Su Jinmu was still drowsy, he sighed, patted his head, and gently picked him up and put him in the car.
Back at the Su family home, Li Xin had been feigning heatstroke for several days and was currently weeding in the garden, waiting for Su Jinmu to return.
Hearing the noise, he looked up and saw Su Jinmu, her cheeks flushed and her eyes blurry with drunkenness, being carried out by Su Zeya. She was curled up in his arms, so thin that she seemed weightless.
A glass of tomato juice is enough to fill me up, but I can drink quite a lot of alcohol.
Li Xin's cold gaze swept over Su Zeya, who was holding someone, and his hand unconsciously tightened the weeding motion, pulling out a small clump of soil.
"……elder brother."
With a breeze outside, Su Jinmu sobered up a bit. She opened her eyes halfway and said softly, "I'm not that drunk. I can walk by myself."
"It's okay, I'll take you upstairs. You can't drink like that next time, it's bad for your health."
Su Zeya walked steadily. Seeing that his younger brother was indeed still conscious, he hesitated for a moment.
"Xiao Mu, the incident at the Spring Banquet last time may have scared you, but in this circle, you can't avoid socializing. Getting to know more people won't do you any harm."
After the spring banquet, the parents were quite displeased, and today Xiao Mu only drank alcohol, so they are probably even more unhappy.
The car was some distance from the villa gate. A cool night breeze blew by, dispelling some of the drowsiness, leaving only the echo of the elder brother's voice in my ears.
Socializing, getting to know people...
Su Jinmu was being held, her cheek resting against her older brother's suit shoulder. Her gaze was somewhat vacant, unfocused, and seemed very calm in the thick night.
"Big brother," he said abruptly, "do you know I'm not his biological son?"
Su Zeya paused for a second, as if surprised by his sudden words, and said in a low voice, "How could that be? Don't overthink it."
Su Jinmu lowered her eyes, her voice neither hurried nor slow.
"Do you know that my parents raised me like a 'skin horse' (a metaphor for someone who is easily exploited and financially dependent on others), and that if there wasn't a suitable marriage partner or a sugar daddy, I would be given to you as your mistress?"
If you've nurtured your children for so many years but haven't been able to reap enough benefits, it's better to leave them to your own son; keep the wealth within the family.
Su Zeya froze, as if he had been hit on the head with a stick, and stood completely still on the steps. His voice suddenly became a few degrees deep, "Xiao Mu, what nonsense are you talking about?"
Su Jinmu kept her head down, so he couldn't see her expression, and she didn't seem to care to look up. Her voice was nonchalant.
"Does my brother want me to go out and socialize for personal gain, or does he want me to be your mistress?"
"Su Jinmu!"
Su Zeya's voice turned completely somber, and his fingertips unconsciously tightened, turning slightly white.
Su Jinmu slightly curled the corners of her mouth, a smile that was neither a smile nor a frown.
My older brother knows about this.
Just like when Li Xin caught him in a sex addiction incident, a moment of stunned silence could reveal many truths.
He was just a little surprised and curious about how his older brother knew about it and how he viewed the matter.
The original text doesn't describe his interpersonal relationships as a vicious cannon fodder character much; it doesn't mention these aspects at all.
Before he was retaliated against by Li Xin, Su's parents lied and claimed that he was a fake young master to distance themselves from him and sent him to apologize.
They only mentioned it briefly, without mentioning whether the parents hesitated or struggled, and without saying a word about the eldest brother.
When you're just cannon fodder, even your love, hate, closeness, and distance become insignificant.
The wind blows in, then rustles away.
Their conversation was clearly not something outsiders should hear, and the nearby servants quickly moved away, leaving only indistinct shadows in the night.
Su Zeya remained standing on the steps, seemingly rooted to the spot and unable to move.
He found out by chance, but he...
Su Jinmu twitched the corner of her mouth, her drowsy head trying to move, and got out of her older brother's embrace without saying anything more.
"I'll go back by myself. Big brother, please leave the light on and the door open for Mom and Dad."
Wait for them, and tell them.
Tell them that he already knows the truth.
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Su Jinmu returned to her room and lay down on the small sofa, intending to calm herself down. However, the alcohol took effect, making her head increasingly foggy. She felt as if she were on fire, extremely hot and restless. She couldn't help but tug at her collar and furrow her brows slightly.
He grabbed the small blanket from the sofa, covered his head, closed his eyes, and tried to sleep.
"Beep beep beep—"
Suddenly, her phone rang several times in a row. Su Jinmu felt dizzy and irritable. She pulled herself into bed and saw that Feng Yixing was very well-informed and knew that Su Jinmu wouldn't be in a good mood after returning to the Su family. Photos kept flying in like snowflakes.
Last time it was big breasts, this time it's thin skin.
A thin layer of muscle on his waist and abdomen makes him look young and strong.
[Feng Yixing: Location Sharing]
[Feng Yixing: The people at this club are all pretty handsome. I'll bring you there sometime so you can feast your eyes.]
Su Jinmu felt dizzy. Upon seeing this, she sat up, raised an eyebrow, and curved her lips, which were stained red with wine, into a slight smile.
What's the use of enjoying visual pleasures? He wants to enjoy physical pleasures.
Su Jinmu plopped down on the sofa, stretched out her slender legs and took a few steps, her eyes searching for the male model. She sent a random message to her phone: "I've arrived, where are you?"
Where are the male models?
[Feng Yixing: ??? So fast?!]
There was a light knock on the door, and after a moment of no response, it was opened quietly, and a tall, dignified figure entered.
Li Xin had overheard their conversation downstairs. His dark eyes deepened with even more gloom. Thinking that Su Jinmu was feeling unwell from drinking too much, he brought her some hangover soup.
Su Zeya was still standing outside, his old age oblivious to everything, and he hadn't even remembered to arrange for someone to take care of him.
As soon as Li Xin entered the room, he was met with a pair of expectant and bright eyes without warning.
Young Master Su leaned back on the sofa, his legs stretched out in front of him, his delicate earlobes blushing, looking pure and alluring as if they were glistening with water.
Upon seeing him, she raised her hand and beckoned with her fingertips.
Li Xin's eyes darkened slightly, his gaze involuntarily tracing over the other person's body. He obediently stepped forward, his voice low and gentle, a slight smile playing on his lips, "Young Master, I've recovered after a few days of rest. I've come today to thank you for your consideration."
Su Jinmu's vision spun around, unable to see clearly. The person in front of him blocked the light, making his vision even darker. He pursed his lips, grabbed the boy's shirt, and pulled him closer with a sudden, forceful tug, letting out a soft click of his tongue.
Caught off guard, Li Xin was pulled down, one hand steadying the hangover soup, the other supporting himself on the sofa armrest, one knee pressed against the carpet, staring at the person in front of him with a half-smile.
"What are you doing, young master?"
As the light returned, Su Jinmu raised her hand with satisfaction, touched the other person's face, and lazily curled the corners of her mouth, "Didn't the boss teach you any rules? You have to be shorter, not taller than me, understand?"
What kind of boss?
Is Su Jinmu drunk?
They were so close that Li Xin could smell a hint of alcohol on his hands, along with a faint sweet fragrance.
Li Xin's Adam's apple bobbed slightly. His gaze swept across the other person's neck, moved upwards to the other person's full, fleshy lips, and then moved away with refined manners, landing on the half-closed, beautiful eyes.
His breathing deepened, his voice low, and he responded meekly, "Yes, boss."
Satisfied, Su Jinmu continued downwards, unceremoniously lifting the boy's shirt to reveal his pale waist and abdomen.
The muscles are clearly defined and well-organized, possessing both strength and beauty.
Su Jinmu reached out and touched it; it was hard and felt nice, but it didn't match the thin skin he had just seen.
He was drowsy, so he picked up his phone and looked at it closely.
Li Xin's waist and abdomen were wantonly touched by a hot palm, and he subconsciously tensed up. Before he could pay attention to the lewd act of the person in front of him reaching out to touch him, he glanced at the group of male models posing provocatively on the other person's screen.
Seeing Su Jinmu raise her phone to his waist for close comparison, Li Xin suddenly realized what was happening, the smile on his lips disappeared, and a hint of displeasure appeared.
"Young Master, do you think I'm a male model?"
"Hmm." Su Jinmu felt dizzy and flipped through the pages haphazardly. "What's your number?"
What number is it?
A sense of displeasure rose in Li Xin's heart. He straightened up, kneeling on one knee, and pinched the other's chin with his cold, white fingers. He pressed the rim of the hangover soup bowl against Su Jinmu's lips, creating a dent in her soft lips.
"Young master, recognize who I am."
"Hmm."
Su Jinmu was forced to take a sip, found it unpleasant, frowned in disgust, and kicked the other person in the waist, saying, "Get off me, I'm not ordering from you anymore, get lost."
Li Xin clenched his teeth, staring coldly at the other person. The hangover soup left a few glistening traces of water on his lips, which were then lightly licked away by a red tongue.
Li Xin's eyes darkened slightly. He glanced at the soup in his hand and the drunk man, his thoughts shifting as he suppressed a vague, inexplicable displeasure.
He put down the bowl, pressed the other person's phone screen to close it, and said in a low, menacing voice, "I...I'm the new number two."
Su Jinmu: "???"
Su Jinmu's vision was blurry. The hangover soup she had just been given seemed to have some effect, and her head started to ache. Through her blurry vision, she could make out a face that was close to hers.
The boy had pale skin, dark eyebrows and eyes, and scarlet lips, looking like a cannibalistic demon, as air swept past him at close range.
"Young master, stop looking."
Regardless of who the other person was looking for just now, now it's only him.
Li Xin's eyes were dark, and his long, slender fingers grasped the other's hand, gently pressing it against his own waist and abdomen. His breathing was rapid. "I will serve the young master."
Li Xin's gaze was fixed on Su Jinmu, his heart was beating faster for no reason, and a barely perceptible smile appeared on his lips.
Su Jinmu was drunk and feverish, while the boy was as cold as ice, his coolness taking away some of the restlessness.
He was quite satisfied, smiled, and his hand moved slowly over the other person's fingertips. His breath caught in his throat. "I like it when you take the initiative like this."
Su Jinmu lifted the boy's chin, her fingertips burning hot and exuding a sweet fragrance, and leaned closer.
Li Xin trembled slightly, his eyes holding an unreadable meaning, and he stepped forward in response.
The next second.
Su Jinmu lowered her head, closed her eyes, and pressed her head against his shoulder.
—I'm asleep.
Li Xin: "...???!" Asleep?
Is he inferior to those male models?
Or is he not as good as Hangover Relief Soup No. 1?
Li Xin's eyes were dark, and only the faint, even sound of his breathing could be heard in the room.
The fair-skinned and delicate young master Su slept motionless with his eyes closed. His collarbone was flushed after drinking, and his red lips and white teeth made him look particularly harmless.
Li Xin stared at him for a moment, then laid him down on the sofa, listening to his shallow breathing. After a long while, he slowly leaned over.
Blood, sweat, semen, tears.
You can get it even when you're asleep, and it might even be easier.
The light shone on the boy's back, casting a dark shadow that enveloped Su Jinmu's supple waist and abdomen, which was only covered by pajamas.
Li Xin reached out, his cold, white finger bones protruding, pressing against his waist, his rough fingertips slowly hooking into the edge of the demon belt.
Young Master Su's skin was delicate and tender; his fair and soft waist was pressed into a small indentation by fingertips, and his skin was supple and warm, as if it had a suction force.
Her waist was toned, and her exposed navel was small and cute, rising and falling with her breath.
Li Xin's fingertips were still stuck in the other person's belt, and his other hand involuntarily rose up, his fingertips gently touching the edge of the navel.
Thin skin.
Just then, his breath tickled her, and that small patch of soft skin bulged slightly, its warmth touching his fingertips.
Li Xin recoiled as if he had been burned.
The person lying on the sofa remained motionless, eyes closed, long eyelashes drooping, their delicate face alluring yet fragile.
Li Xin lowered his eyes, remaining silent with an ambiguous expression, staring at Su Jinmu.
For a long, long time.
So long that Su Jinmu was almost asleep.
Su Jinmu closed his eyes, feeling the icy fingertip stuck in the demon belt warm up with a trace of warmth, before slowly withdrawing it after a long time.
Rough fingertips scraped across her waist, creating a delicate caress, before finally withdrawing.
The hangover soup was picked up, but after a moment's hesitation, it was put down again.
The clothes on the floor were picked up and put into the laundry basket. After a while, the rustling sound was heard, and the door closed from the outside, finally restoring quiet to the room.
Ten minutes later, Su Jinmu was certain that Li Xin would not return, so she opened her eyes, looked at the room by the door, and then looked down at her waist.
Is the protagonist... seducing him?
Or do you want to torment him in some way?
Su Jinmu looked down at his fingers; no one knew how pounded his heart was when he regained consciousness.
He was indeed quite drunk and wanted to find a male model, but when he touched the callus on the other man's middle finger, he was jolted awake as if struck by lightning, and the effects of the alcohol wore off.
High school students are hated by everyone.
Su Jinmu clicked his tongue, glanced at the hangover soup on the table, got up and locked the bedroom door from the inside, then turned to the clothes basket, which contained the clothes he had changed out of today. He picked them up one by one to take a look.
He hadn't showered yet, and there were no underwear or anything unusual inside.
But... one shirt is missing.
Su Jinmu raised an eyebrow in confusion.
Li Xin, you stole his shirt?
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