Chapter 299

Chapter 299: 292: Late-night phone call... Bedroom matters (6 updates) Chapter 299: 292: Late-night phone call... Bedroom matters (6 updates) Madam Zhai Wenjin owned a manor in the rural outskirts of Beijing, and a week ago, Xie Shang had sent Wen Changling there to recuperate. Behind the manor were a few acres, perfect for spring plowing and planting.

Apart from the bodyguard found by Xie Shang, Fu Ying also went there, and Fu Ying was a former kick-boxing champion.

Besides Fu Ying, Gu Yihuan also made the trip, which seemed somewhat redundant, yet not entirely so. With him around, Wen Changling probably wouldn’t be too bored.

Over two acres of land were divided into several plots, each planted with vegetables and fruit tree saplings.

Gu Yihuan, with his trendy vibe, was wearing an orange windbreaker, adorned with a bunch of jangling pendants, paired with jeans with many holes, and a cap that was a clash of red and green.

When it comes to fashion, it really depends on one’s looks. If one were ugly, this outfit would be that of a street bum, but if one were attractive, they would be seen as a distinctive and noble young master.

Gu Yihuan was planting apple trees. Although he wasn’t good at academics, he had a strong competitive spirit in other areas, even cleaning the toilets as a punishment better and shinier than anyone else.

“Just wait and see, the ones I plant will definitely grow better than yours,” he said.

Ning Song chuckled, “You’re dreaming, my friend. Just look at these few saplings you’ve chosen; they’re as frail as withered flowers and battered willows, utterly vulnerable.”

Ning Song still loved to spout all sorts of random idioms.

Gu Yihuan, standing next to his “utterly vulnerable withered flowers and battered willows,” was speechless and let out a ghostly scream towards Su Beihe, “Help, can you please control his idioms?!”

It was futile.

Su Beihe was sitting on the ground covered with a tarp, sending emails to the executives of Marlon Group. Taking a few days off had resulted in a mountain of work. Madam Zhai only pampered her grandson; her son was of no concern to her. Since he was a half-baked chef, after Xie Shang mentioned that Miss Wen quite liked his cooking, Madam Zhai had been bombarding him with calls, summoning him to take responsibility for three meals a day. Ning Song loved to have fun too much, and Su Beihe couldn’t leave him unattended, so he brought Ning Song along as well.

“Changling.”

Wen Changling stood up and turned around; it was Xie Shang arriving.

Gu Yihuan waved from behind, cheerfully hollering, “Brother Four.”

Suddenly, a gust of wind arose, and Wen Changling covered her head, but it was too late: “My hat!” she shouted, “Xie Shang, my hat blew away!”

She hurriedly tried to grab it on tiptoes, but couldn’t reach, as the wind carried the hat higher and higher.

“Mine flew off too!”

In a rush, Gu Yihuan howled for Xie Shang’s help as the wind blew towards him, and behind the field was a pond.

Xie Shang went to retrieve the hats, picking up Wen Changling’s little yellow duck fisherman’s hat without bothering about the red-and-green cap, which fell into the pond.

Gu Yihuan: “...” His teeth itched with the urge to curse, “An eyesore, a scorpion-hearted creature!”

He must have learned all these idiomatic uses from Ning Song.

Xie Shang fixed the hat on Wen Changling’s head; the injury on his left arm was already hidden under the clothes: “Going home?”

He had come to take Wen Changling back.

“The trees aren’t all planted yet; after the apples, we still have to plant chestnut trees,” Wen Changling said, having fallen in love with tree planting, obsessed with it.

“Then we’ll go back after they’re all planted.”

Wen Changling nodded, “You go water the plants, that row hasn’t been watered yet.”

Xie Shang went to fetch water and incidentally fished out Gu Yihuan’s hat.

Gu Yihuan fell in love again, “Brother Four is so helpful! Brother Four’s achievements are immense!”

Ning Song wore an expression as if he had learned something new.

Speaking of farming, there’s a little anecdote.

Gu Yihuan was quite in demand, thanks to his supporters, and had become a bit popular, receiving quite a few offers for reality shows. Last Tuesday evening, after finishing a show, he made a call to his boss, Pang Zijin—

“Why was the farming reality show offer turned down for me?”

“It doesn’t suit you,” came the response.

Gu Yihuan didn’t think so, eager for the variety show: “How does it not suit me?”

Pang Zijin’s tone went up a notch, “You have that much free time? To go and farm?”

“Are you trying to work me to death? Look at my schedule; I’ve been so busy since the New Year, if I were an ox, even I’d get worn out from too much plowing.”

Humph, capitalist.

Pang Zijin, the capitalist, said, “Then you’re still going to farm.”

Was he going farming?

He went for a breather on a variety show!

“I signed with you, not sold myself to you. I don’t care, I want to go on the variety show.”

The person on the other end of the phone didn’t speak.

Gu Yihuan directly called out the boss’s full name, “Pang Zijin.” He pressed his ear close to the phone’s receiver, “Why aren’t you saying anything?”

He heard a strange sound, like electricity, unexpectedly jolting his ear and inexplicably arousing his curiosity.

“What are you doing?”

He listened intently, the more he listened, the stranger it became.

Why was she breathing so heavily?

“What are you really doing?” His curiosity was killing him, killing him, killing him, “Pang Zijin?”

He suddenly remembered the box of adult films his brother had shown him during his rebellious phase to correct his behavior:

“You couldn’t be with a boyfriend, doing...”

God, what if he overheard the boss’s intimate affairs?

“I’m single.”

Glad it wasn’t that.

Just as Gu Yihuan was about to despise his own dirty mind—

“Playing with myself.”

Playing with herself?

After understanding, Gu Yihuan’s face instantly turned red, “You, you... Have you no shame, Pang Zijin!”

“Who is the one disturbing my fun late at night? Look at the time now.”

Gu Yihuan checked the time, twelve o’clock.

“Then why didn’t you stop when you answered the phone!”

“Why should I stop?”

Pang Zijin’s tone was laced with amusement, and even without seeing her, Gu Yihuan could imagine her expression, just like when teasing cats and dogs, always effortlessly driving people up the wall.

“You’re shameless!!!”

Gu Yihuan angrily hung up the phone.

At three in the morning.

Pang Zijin sent Gu Yihuan a message: [Fine, I’ll let you go farm.]

Then Gu Yihuan couldn’t sleep anymore.

He energetically called his agent, Seo Cheng, hesitatingly and with a sense of uncertainty and novelty, he asked, “Bro Cheng, could it be that Pang Zijin wants to seduce me?”

Seo Cheng, tired and muffled spoke, “How did you come to that conclusion?”

“She agreed to let me farm, and at three in the morning too.”

Seo Cheng was too tired to even curse, “Go to sleep, my ancestor.”

But Gu Yihuan still couldn’t sleep, his mind listing many reasons why Pang Zijin would want to seduce him, like the fact that he was very handsome, and he was very handsome, and he was very handsome...

In order to not appear lazy and ignorant on upcoming variety shows, Gu Yihuan took the chance during his busy schedule to go to the countryside and plant apples. It was mainly to avoid Pang Zijin; he just felt that Pang Zijin wanted to seduce him.