CHAPTER 638: CHAPTER 638: NOT MINDING THAT HE’S A GOOD-FOR-NOTHING

A tear welled up in the corner of my eye, gently kissing Yu Longting’s collarbone.

Yu Longting discarded the iron bar, his forehead covered with bulging veins. He pushed me against the headboard roughly yet gently, allowing me to kiss his collarbone.

Gradually, he lowered his head and buried his face in my hair, sniffing gently, "Your hair’s fragrance can... can help me control my emotions."

"In front of me, you don’t need to control yourself. I will never be afraid of you, no matter what you do."

"Wanwan, Wanwan... I want Lin Gang along with his soul... to be utterly annihilated, never to be reborn in cycle after cycle, hiss~"

His hoarse voice conveyed his agony with a snake-like hiss.

Black snakes continued to emerge from his wide-open sleeves, transformed from his inner demons.

Influenced by his breath, they patrolled around him warily.

This was a tragedy.

No one could bear the insult to their own mother.

Even if he was esteemed as the Snake Lord, he couldn’t reverse what had already happened.

His so-called indifference towards Qing Li and his apparent carefree demeanor in front of Yu Er were nothing more than his tough exterior.

My Yu Longting, deep inside his heart.

So sensitively fragile, yet he put on a strong front, determined to protect everyone.

I could even imagine as a mother, Qing Li’s distant relationship with her two sons, to the extent that Yu Er had only met her twice.

Then, when Dragon Dad passed away, Yu Longting single-handedly raised his younger brother.

To ensure that Yu Er lived carefreely, he must have... borne a lot on his own...

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In the afternoon, surprisingly many people came to make New Year’s visits on the first day of the year.

It was the custom in Spring Wind Town: visit relatives in the morning on the first day, and in the afternoon, pay respect to those of high esteem.

Not wanting to disturb Zhang Zidao’s cultivation, I declined them all.

Chen Ahmao came to wish New Year’s greetings with his parents.

He brought a large quantity of New Year’s goods such as chicken, duck, and pig’s trotters, showing utter sincerity and respect.

In Zhuji Village, the incident where I impersonated Protector Zi Shan.

I owed Chen Ahmao a huge favor; back then, in the temple of the Five Passages God.

Chen Ahmao was involved and nearly lost his life.

I couldn’t refuse the New Year’s visit from Chen Ahmao’s family of three, so I gave instructions.

I asked them not to disturb Zhang Zidao and let them chat in a private dining room in the restaurant.

Chen Ahmao’s parents were already familiar with me and showed me great respect.

They tiptoed into the room, even breathing with utmost caution.

Clumsy as always, Chen Ahmao accidentally made noise with the furniture, earning himself a stern glare from his parents.

Chen Ahmao touched his nose innocently, yet dared not to utter a word of rebuttal.

Once inside the private room, the door closed behind them.

"These items aren’t very valuable, just some common local products, I hope Master Chen won’t disdain them," Chen Ahmao’s father said, holding two boxes of dry goods and another box of cured meat.

Chen Ahmao’s mother, carrying live chickens, ducks, and fish, placed them modestly in the corner. "The chickens and ducks are raised by us, and the fish are freshly caught from Ahmao’s aunt’s pond. The fruits that Ahmao is carrying are also freshly picked from the orchard."

"Please have a seat; I’ll pour some tea for you. Ahmao helped me immensely in Zhuji Village, it should be I who visit you with gifts instead." My face flushed slightly with a sense of indebtedness as I prepared the tea.

Chen Ahmao’s mother immediately gave him a stern look, "Ahmao, come help your master pour the tea. How can we let Master Chen serve tea for us?"

"Yes." Though Chen Ahmao was known as the unbeatable bully of the town, his reputation for filial piety was well-known far and wide.

Upon hearing his mother’s words, he hangdogly served everyone tea.

When our eyes met, he stuck out his tongue.

Chen Ahmao’s mother glanced at her troublesome son and sighed, "Master Chen, it’s only Chen Ahmao in three generations of our family. We only have this one child. Thanks to you last time, my Ahmao didn’t turn into a fool. Our family is already so grateful to you, yet you... you didn’t look down on him as useless and even took him as your disciple..."