Chapter 33: Weak, helpless and pitiful

Shi Yang felt even sadder when he thought about what he had been going through during this period.

It would have been fine if he died suddenly from overwork, but he died a restless death and traveled through time to a strange place to complete those ridiculous tasks.

In the middle of the night, I had to sit outside alone, hungry and freezing.

Of course, the most important thing is hunger.

Shi Yang raised his hand to wipe away his tears and continued to howl heartbrokenly, cursing as he howled.

"You cold-blooded fat cat, wuwu...you still refuse to pay attention to me...wuwu pay attention to me!"

He kept scolding, and then he started scolding cats and moved on to scolding people.

"The three uncles and nephews of the Qin family are the same, especially the old man Qin Yanchuan. Not only did he not let me touch him, but he also abused me and hit me. My wrist still hurts now..."

"What kind of life am I living in the Qin family? I can't eat enough and I can't wear warm clothes!"

Qin Yanchuan, who was standing three steps away:?

Butler Liang, who was staying not far away, said: "..."

Young Master Shi, it’s really too much if you don’t eat enough, Butler Liang thought in his heart with an expressionless face, if the Qin family was an ordinary family, they would have been bankrupted by you.

From Qin Yanchuan's perspective, he could only see Shi Yang's thin, trembling shoulders and half of his face covered in tears. He looked extremely aggrieved.

Really, weak, helpless and pitiful.

Shi Yang raised his hand to wipe his tears again, and wiped his wet hands on the body of the senior who was concentrating on eating cat noodles, still mumbling something under his mouth.

At this moment, a voice suddenly rang above his head: "Shi Yang."

Shi Yang was so frightened that he even forgot to cry. With a face full of tears, he subconsciously turned his head to look over.

The street lights not far away reflected in his wet black eyes, which kept flashing with tears, as if they were about to fall out.

"Uncle Qin? Why are you here?"

Qin Yanchuan looked at the face for two seconds, then took out a clean handkerchief from his jacket pocket, leaned over slightly and handed it over.

Shi Yang did not respond.

Qin Yanchuan walked forward again and said calmly: "Wipe your tears."

Shi Yang took the handkerchief hesitantly, thinking it was over, could it be that everything he cursed at just now had been heard?

Shi Yang's emotions came and went quickly. He no longer cared about the grievances at the moment and quickly stood up. While wiping his tears with a handkerchief, he secretly glanced at Qin Yanchuan's expression out of the corner of his eye.

Of course, nothing was seen.

What Shi Yang didn't know was that every guilty expression on his face and every movement were noticed by Qin Yanchuan.

"Why don't you go back?"

Qin Yanchuan suddenly asked this question.

Shi Yang wiped away her tears and casually put the handkerchief into her pocket. She spoke with a nasal tone from crying: "I told Qin Zhuo this morning that if he doesn't come to pick me up... I won't go back."

Qin Yanchuan didn't comment on this. He looked at Shi Yang's red eyes, which were still moist, and continued to ask, "You won't come back with me?"

Shi Yang nodded without hesitation, "Yes, of course."

So, the two of them walked towards the parking lot, one after the other.

The cow cat was full, and it walked in an elegant cat-like manner, lazily leaning against a big tree, wiping its mouth and face with its fat paws.

Another night breeze blew by.

Shi Yang quickened his pace and walked side by side with Qin Yanchuan. He didn't know what he was thinking about. He rolled his eyes, then hugged his arms and shivered. He glanced at the man's perfect jawline with his peripheral vision and began to hint wildly:

"Uncle Qin, are you cold? I feel a little cold."

Qin Yanchuan seemed not to notice Shi Yang's pitiful look. Two overlapping words came out of his mouth: "Be patient."

Shi Yang: "..."

Huh? Is this still what a human being would say?

Shi Yang muttered in dissatisfaction in his heart, and pretended to sneeze and rub his nose.

Unexpectedly, the next second, a suit jacket still carrying the body temperature of someone else was put on him.

Shi Yang stopped walking and looked up with slight surprise at the man who was half a head taller than him.

Qin Yanchuan stopped, turned around, and naturally and casually lifted the collar of Shi Yang's coat.

Shi Yang's height is not short among men, but he is much shorter than Qin Yanchuan. His body is still thin and skinny like a teenager, and the suit jacket on him looks particularly large, like a child.

Shi Yang was stunned for a long time and didn't react.

Qin Yanchuan leaned forward slightly, keeping a level distance from him, staring into those red eyes, his voice low and deep:

"Why? Didn't you ask me to put your coat on you?"

Eyes met.

The sudden shortened distance allowed Shi Yang to see more clearly Qin Yanchuan's pair of light-colored gemstone eyes, which were mysterious and eye-catching. The small cinnabar mole below the end of his eye seemed to become more alluring.

It is beautiful but dangerous, like a wild beast in the deep forest that eats people without leaving any bones.

Shi Yang subconsciously took two steps back, his Adam's apple rolling up and down, and his smile was a little unnatural, "Uncle Qin, you are a very nice person."

"Really?"

Qin Yanchuan continued walking forward.

The man was wearing a grey shirt and a tie, with a metal belt outlining his slender waist. Under the dim street lights, he walked with steady steps, his tall figure cast in a layer of blurry soft light.

The faint tone drifted into Shi Yang's ears along with the night wind, "I, an old man, will only abuse you."

Shi Yang: "..."

Sure enough, I heard what he said just now.

The famous Master Qin really holds a grudge.