“Return to the tomb palace?!”
“Why?! Aren’t we living just fine here!”
Why go back to the underground palace? There’s no electricity, no internet, no other people, and you can’t even eat good food. No matter how you think about it, staying above ground is better, right?
Wang Xiaomie clenched his fists, looking at Wen Fengjin in disbelief.
Wen Fengjin remained silent for a moment, then asked, “Don’t you want to accompany me back to the tomb palace?”
I’m willing to accompany you above ground, but don’t you want to accompany me back?
Wang Xiaomie seemed to see this sentence in Wen Fengjin’s eyes. He stiffened, then like a deflated balloon, his urgent desire to refute Wen Fengjin’s words was thoroughly shattered.
He even felt a bit afraid to meet Wen Fengjin’s gaze.
“I… I’m… I’m not against going back, I just want to know why, is that okay?”
Wang Xiaomie squatted on the ground, hanging his head, and his discouraged head seemed about to touch the ground.
Wen Fengjin, looking at him in this state, instantly lost his smile on his face.
After his expression turned dark, the once beautiful moonlit beauty transformed into a rakshasa eager to devour people.
He forcefully pulled Wang Xiaomie from the ground. Wen Fengjin’s strength was considerable, and combined with Wang Xiaomie’s lack of reaction, he ended up quite awkwardly rolling into Wen Fengjin’s arms. His hands flailed haphazardly for a while before Wen Fengjin managed to restrain them, pressing them against his chest.
The thin fabric of summer couldn’t conceal the soft touch of their skin. Wang Xiaomie was startled, and with a mix of guilt, unease, and various complex emotions—
In short, he was on edge.
“Did you hit me?!” he asked with widened eyes. Without waiting for Wen Fengjin’s response, he immediately pronounced his verdict the next second, “You hit me! You hit me!”
After delivering the verdict, he quickly escalated the charges, “You’re abusing me!”
Wen Fengjin: “…”
“I didn’t…”
“You did! It’s domestic violence!” Wang Xiaomie’s face turned bright red, tears welled up in his eyes. He looked both wronged and provocative, exclaiming loudly, “I’ll abuse you too!”
Wen Fengjin: “…”
After his proclamation, he howled and lunged at Wen Fengjin. Unable to free his hands, he resorted to twisting and attempted to deliver a headbutt using his noggin.
His demeanor resembled that of a girlfriend even more brutal than a terrorist – at least terrorists can communicate, while an angry little zongzi is entirely uncommunicative.
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Wang Xiaomie’s headbutts almost grazed Wen Fengjin’s chin several times. Wen Fengjin could only tilt his head back, and with Wang Xiaomie’s dishonest means to wriggle free, he was gradually pushed backward, on the verge of falling.
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In the eyes of Boss Wen, preloaded with a beauty is in the eye of the beholder built-in million-filter lens, witnessing this scene made most of the anger in his chest dissipate.
Nevertheless, a certain someone still needed to be dealt with.
Wang Xiaomie hadn’t quite grasped what was happening when he found himself lifted under the armpits and subjected to a sudden upheaval. Before he knew it, his belly was resting on Wen Fengjin’s thighs, his upper body sprawled on the floor.
“You—! Fuck, don’t pull my pants! What are you doing! Ah ah ah, abuse, ah! You’re a hooligan!”
At this moment, Bai Yu, perhaps awakened by the commotion, sleepily opened the door, “What’s going on, Xiaomie… What time is it… Damn, this is stimulating!”
He saw Wen Fengjin pulling down Wang Xiaomie’s pants and smirked in a lascivious manner, “Hehe, I understand, I understand~ Sorry for the interruption, carry on.”
With that, he slammed the door shut.
Wang Xiaomie: …You don’t understand shit! Help me!
His sweatpants, now down to his knees, were forcibly yanked off. Wen Fengjin used one hand to firmly hold onto Wang Xiaomie’s waist, tilting his head to avoid the legs kicking in all directions. Then, he raised his hand high—
“Pa!”
“Ow!”
“My ass—!”
This smack showed no mercy. Wang Xiaomie let out a miserable scream, feeling like his tailbone had been broken.
“Tell me, do you not want to go back to the tomb palace with me? Hmm?” Wen Fengjin lowered his voice, frowning as he questioned Wang Xiaomie.
Wang Xiaomie, with tearful eyes, struggled but stubbornly remained silent.
“Pa!”
“Ouch! Wen Fengjin, you jerk! I’ll burn you to death with Kaiming when I go upstairs!”
“Tell me, do you want to or not!”
Wang Xiaomie lay on the ground like an overturned turtle, straining and holding back tears. In a muffled voice, he greeted Wen Fengjin’s relatives, still refusing to answer. Wen Fengjin furrowed his brows, but he didn’t have the heart to slap Wang Xiaomie hard, so he lightened his hand as he patted his buttocks.
After a few more hits, Wang Xiaomie still refused to yield. His once snow-white buttocks were now all red. Wen Fengjin raised his hand again but then decided against it, staying silent and no longer restraining him.
He uttered, “Heartless.”
This remark infuriated Wang Xiaomie, who simply stayed on the ground, rubbing his swollen butt, and turned to shout at Wen Fengjin, “I’m heartless?! I protected you so much in my past life, took knives for you, worried for you! I’m heartless? The first thing I did when I regained my memories was to forgive you!”
“If others encountered such a black-bellied, perverted freak like you, they would have run away long ago!”
Wang Xiaomie sniffed and continued in a softer tone, “Besides, although I don’t want to go back, and I can’t bear to part with the comfortable modern life, the smartphones, computers, WiFi, air conditioning, takeout, fried chicken, cola, barbecue, anime, Marvel comics, games…”
“…” Wen Fengjin’s forehead vein twitched, his face getting darker and darker. Just as he was about to speak, he heard Wang Xiaomie say—
“Though I hate parting with those things, if you decide to go back, I’ll definitely go with you.” He reached back to cover his hurt buttocks. Despite his reluctant tone and the full expression of unwillingness, he continued, “…Wherever you go, I’ll naturally go too. And about you saying I’m heartless— I’m going to call the police and have you arrested!”
Hearing this, Wen Fengjin’s low pressure slowly dissipated, and his furrowed brows relaxed.
“Ouch, it hurts so much…” Wang Xiaomie’s buttocks throbbed with pain, and he glared at Wen Fengjin in anger.
But Wen Fengjin showed a hint of a smile. “So, you’re not unwilling to go with me?”
“Of course, I’m unwilling!” Wang Xiaomie grumbled, “But there’s no other choice… If you go, I’ll go too…”
Although he liked the convenience of modern life, he didn’t want to truly separate from Wen Fengjin. Wang Xiaomie was quite clear on this point.
Wen Fengjin laughed, then fixed Wang Xiaomie’s pants and massaged his butt. Despite still being upset, Wang Xiaomie pushed his hand away, lying flat on the ground like a salted fish, refusing to turn over.
“…When are we leaving?” Wang Xiaomie asked after a while, lifting his head.
Wen Fengjin, who was waiting for this moment, replied, “Tomorrow or the day after tomorrow. But it’s not like we won’t come back.”
“What?! We’re coming back!” Wang Xiaomie was astonished.
“Yes,” Wen Fengjin nodded. “I mentioned going back because in a few days, it’s the time I and an old friend agreed to reunite, forty years after our initial promise. I keep my word; I can’t break the agreement.”
“So, we’ll still come back in the future?”
Wen Fengjin nodded again.
Wang Xiaomie: “…”
“Why didn’t you say it earlier?!” Wang Xiaomie whimpered, tears welling up. Why the hell did I have to endure that beating! Ah, my poor butt!
Wait a minute!
Wang Xiaomie suspiciously raised his head and watched Wen Fengjin as he smoothly sat up on the floor.
“When did you have a friend?”
Wen Fengjin having a friend was as unbelievable as a rooster laying eggs!
Others might not know, but Wang Xiaomie was well aware that Boss Wen, ever since becoming the ‘Demon Lord’ in his past life, never had any friends. With his off-the-charts brutal and terrifying reputation, everyone avoided him like the plague, fleeing when they heard his name.
Could it be a friend from the modern era?
That was even more impossible! They were both ‘just unearthed’ relics, and Wen Fengjin had seen everyone Wang Xiaomie had seen. How could there be a friend who made an appointment to meet for drinks after forty years?
Could it be… Wang Xiaomie struggled to find the words, “Your friend isn’t also a zongzi, is he?”
Wen Fengjin: “Yes.”
Wang Xiaomie: “…” Great, now even zongzis can’t stay peacefully in their own graves; they have to wander over to someone else’s grave and knock on the door.
“He does have a similar way of doing things.” Surprisingly, Boss Wen had a hint of admiration in his eyes when talking about his friend. “Although there’s a two-hundred-year age difference between us, his strength surpasses yours.”
“What’s the big deal…” Wang Xiaomie pouted. “Even Yi Yan’s ‘Sailor Moon’ has a higher combat power than me.”
“But his approach is similar to yours…” Wang Xiaomie clicked his tongue, sighing, “Looks like he’s another scumbag.”
Wen Fengjin: “…”
“Alright, let’s go back.” Wang Xiaomie stood up, covering his buttocks and grimacing in pain and feeling that enduring that beating for no reason was just not worth it. It was all because Wen Fengjin didn’t explain things clearly to him. Humph!
“…By the way, I wonder how the temple entrusted to Lei-jie for repairs is doing. We can check it out when we go back.”
While Wang Xiaomie was thinking, Wen Fengjin behind him also stood up. He reached over to put his arm around Wang Xiaomie’s shoulder, but Wang Xiaomie glared at him and pushed him away.
“Don’t touch me! Look at what you’ve done to my butt!” Wang Xiaomie yelled, soft and cute like a mad puppy. “Abusive men have no good ending! I want a divorce! We’re breaking up!”
“Drinks?! Bah!”
“…” Wen Fengjin raised an eyebrow, about to say something.
Realizing he was in trouble, Wang Xiaomie quickly turned to run, displaying agile movements that gave no hint of any injury on his butt.
It seemed that his earlier cries were entirely an act.
Wen Fengjin chuckled behind him, shaking his head, and followed him to the second floor.
The next morning, Wen Fengjin handed a box to Bai Yu, saying with a meaningful tone, “If he proposes anything, remember to agree with him.”
Bai Yu was puzzled, not fully understanding.
But Wen Fengjin didn’t elaborate further. Bai Yu could only take the small box and follow the route they took yesterday to arrive at Yi Yan’s shop.
Soon enough, he understood the meaning behind Wen Fengjin’s words…
