Chapter 8 It’s Okay to Be Small
How could he possibly get his hands on the prosperous life of the owner of the manor?
Shameless bastard, he thinks all the men in the world are as vulgar and scoundrel as him, a pervert who likes men!
An Qin's eyes were like torches that could spit out fire. If looks could kill, Shen Yanheng would have been burned to ashes by now.
Chen Yanheng remained indifferent, sticking close to An Qin's back, relying on his height advantage to barely restrain the young man who was half a size smaller than him. He was extremely grateful that he had learned some kung fu back then, otherwise he would have been crippled today.
But he just mentioned the side of himself that had never appeared before, and this person got so angry that he felt even more upset.
In that scene ten years ago, anyone with a little money passing by could have picked up An Qin and his sister. If it wasn't me passing by that year, this kid would probably have worked so hard for others.
"Is he really your husband? You're selling yourself like this just for him—"
Before Shen Yanheng could finish his sour words, his wrist was pinched by An Qin's backhand. Before he could react, An Qin threw him to the ground over his shoulder.
This was a hard fall, the floor shook twice, and half of Shen Yanheng's body was numb. Before the pain spread, the fist broke through the air with a sharp sound and smashed into his face.
Chen Yanheng opened his affectionate eyes wide in shock, and it was too late to hide. He turned sideways awkwardly, barely able to save his high nose bridge. His cheekbone brushed against his finger bones, leaving a large red spot.
When the second punch was about to hit him, he hurriedly said, "Ledger!"
An Qin stopped suddenly.
The fist was only half a millimeter away from Shen Yanheng, and the fierce palm wind blew in his face, causing the hair on the side of Shen Yanheng's face to move.
An Qin clenched his fists until they crackled, and his narrow eyes glanced down at the despicable villain. He restrained the coldness in his eyes and withdrew his hand with a heavy heart.
Seeing him lower his head obediently, like a tamed cat stretching out its claws to its master, Shen Yanheng's heart began to itch again after escaping death.
The wound at the corner of his mouth touched his cheekbone, and he gasped silently. He reached up and touched it. Fortunately, it wasn't disfigured. He could apply an ice pack and it would heal. However, his back hurt from the fall, and a dull ache radiated from his shoulder to his tailbone.
Chen Yanheng swallowed his saliva patiently and frowned in regret - if he had known earlier, he would have chosen Fuxianglou on East Street, where even the stairs were covered with Persian carpets.
An Qin hadn't seen this villain who couldn't win and could only resort to trickery stand up for a long time. He looked up with disgust and saw that the man who had an ugly face just a moment ago suddenly raised the corner of his mouth and stretched out his hand to him.
An Qin: “…”
Shen Yanheng raised his eyebrows.
An Qin turned his eyes away and pretended not to see it.
Chen Yanheng said lightly: "Account~"
An Qin: “…………”
The corners of his eyebrows twitched twice. An Qin held his breath, avoided the white hand, grabbed Shen Yanheng's wrist, and tried to pull him up.
Unexpectedly, the other party, who had just escaped death, dared to seek death. After raising his leg to trip An Qin, he hugged the fallen An Qin in his arms and quickly turned over.
An Qin was stunned by how shameless people could be. He couldn't believe it. His calm eyes suddenly widened and he immediately pulled out the hidden weapon in his boot.
Chen Yanheng swiftly grabbed An Qin's hand and pressed it to his head. He endured the pain and smiled as he pried open the young man's tightly clenched palm and took out the slender steel needle from Fengyue Villa.
Realizing the danger in his lower body, he quickly bent his legs and pressed down on An Qin's legs, pinning him down tightly.
"Shameless!" An Qin roared with his neck red and his whole face flushed with anger.
His mature and cold voice was filled with forbearance and anger. He was different from the assassin in Fengyue Villa who would just obey his orders like a killing puppet. He was a living person with emotions.
Chen Yanheng readily accepted the other party's insults and squinted his head: "If you agree, I can be your subordinate."
An Qin realized what he meant, his chest heaving violently, glaring at him fiercely, his eyes filled with even more anger.
How could he possibly betray the owner of the manor!
Shameless! This shameless...
Chen Yanheng kissed him on the mouth: "I am sincere in my heart. For you not to be the Grand Tutor, I am willing to become a shameless adulterer who is hated by everyone."
It's so shameless!
It's easy to find a pretext to accuse someone of a crime. He and the owner of the manor are innocent, so what's the point of having an adulterer?
An Qin took a deep breath, his eyes as cold as ice, and struggled with his wrists, but still couldn't shake the man on him.
Anyway, once the other party has vented his humiliation, he will naturally be released. His first priority is to get the account book at all costs and never put the owner of the manor in danger.
An Qin suppressed his anger and murderous intent, put on a cold and stern face, closed his eyes and let the other party decide his fate.
Shen Yanheng suppressed him, "If you don't say anything, I'll take it as your consent."
It's just one side of the story. He's only loyal to the owner of the manor! An Qin kept his mouth shut.
Chen Yanheng chuckled, then held An Qin's wrists with one hand, and pinched his neck with his free hand. Seeing him tremble nervously, he smiled again, moved his hand away, and measured An Qin's shoulders inch by inch with his palm.
When the hand reached his waist, An Qin bit his lower lip fiercely. When the palm moved away from his waist, before he could breathe a sigh of relief, someone hooked his waistband and a cool breeze made him shiver.
An Qin opened his eyes angrily and met Chen Yanheng's gentle and smiling eyes. The affectionate phoenix eyes were clear and clean at this moment, reflecting only his angry face.
An Qin was stunned, and a tiny ripple rose in his heart.
But before he could think about where the mixed emotions came from, the hand behind him deftly reached into his waistband and pinched the fleshiest part of his body.
Chen Yanheng smiled at him, appearing to be a gentleman on the surface, but rubbed it a few times in an obscene manner with his hands.
This was not the first time that he had been taken advantage of, but An Qin still could not remain calm. His whole body was stiff and tense, his thin lips were pursed into a straight line, and two balls of silent anger gradually condensed in his dark pupils.
"The little assassin didn't treat himself badly. He made himself cocky and... well!"
Before he could utter the word "soft", An Qin took advantage of his unpreparedness to free his hand and knocked the shameless tutor to the ground with one palm. He stood up in a panic, holding up his pants, and retreated to the window.
Staring seriously into Shen Yanheng's eyes, as if sensing a hint of joy in his eyes, An Qin gripped the windowsill tightly, waited for a few moments, and then climbed over the wall and ran away.
Before running away, he deliberately waited on the roof for a while. He only heard the low laughter of the tutor, but did not hear words like account books. An Qin was embarrassed and relieved at the same time. He quickly passed through the eaves and disappeared into the crowd.
Inside the restaurant, the man who was teasing the assassin just a second ago, as soon as the smell from the roof dissipated, his elegant face suddenly became ferocious and he gasped for air.
His throat rolled and he suddenly vomited out dark blood.
"master."
A man in black quietly climbed in from the window, knelt on one knee holding the antidote and medicine, lowered his head and dared not look or say anything.
Chen Yanheng took off his shirt, revealing several slap marks on his delicate white body, and a large purple-blue bruise from his left shoulder to his waist, as if he had been beaten up for molesting a decent woman.
After applying the ointment, he carefully treated the wound on his face, draped his robe loosely around him, and said calmly, "Go back to the manor and get an account book."
"yes!"
Just as the secret guard was about to leave, Chen Yanheng called him back: "Wait."
"master."
"Nineteen, what do you think of my appearance?"
nineteen:"……"
【Author’s words】
Illiterate Nineteen: The master is extremely beautiful and brings disaster to the country and the people! \\^O^//
The Iron-clad Master: I can be your mistress, your adulterer, or even your dog (bruised face.JPG)
An Qin: Men only slow down my speed in drawing my sword for the owner.
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