Enchanting His Heart: His Little Fox

Chapter 493 - 491: Brother, Do You Know How to Shoot a Bow? (4,000 Words)

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Meanwhile, on the other side.

Song Nuan came back from art class, her clothes were stained with paint here and there.

Lu Yan walked alongside, staring at Song Nuan: "Go home and change that clothes first, then we’ll go for dinner."

Song Nuan nodded obediently.

Then she looked up at him: "Are you saying that because you think I’m dirty now?"

Lu Yan: "..."

That question was especially sharp.

"Not dirty, but at least they need to be clean, if clothes are dirty, they should be changed, right?" Lu Yan taught in a grown-up manner.

"Will you do my laundry?" Song Nuan tilted her head, smiling at him from the passenger seat: "I never did my laundry at home, someone always helped me. And my clothes can’t go in the washing machine, it’s either hand wash or dry clean."

"Plus my studies are very busy, I don’t have time to do laundry myself, so I can only ask you to do it for me."

Lu Yan: "..."

He carefully pondered over these words.

If he does the laundry, does that mean all clothes inside and out need washing...?

This...

Lu Yan coughed lightly: "I can wash some of your clothes, but not all of them."

He hinted.

Song Nuan was looking at the sketches she just made, heard this and raised her head: "Why? Which ones can’t be washed?"

Lu Yan pursed his lips, carefully considering his thoughts, knowing that explaining things to this girl in a usual way wouldn’t work, as her mind works differently.

"Although our relationship is as it is, there should be a gradual understanding between us."

"For example, shouldn’t some of your intimate garments be washed by yourself?"

Song Nuan thought about this logic carefully.

Then she replied with a counter question: "The gradual understanding you mentioned, does it mean that I help you wash first, and only then can you help me wash those things?"

Lu Yan: "..."

He truly conceded.

...

In the end, after Song Nuan went home and changed clothes, the two went out for dinner.

Since Lu Yan couldn’t cook, and neither could Song Nuan.

Lu Yan usually eats with the team and doesn’t cook at home; if he’s home, he’ll just have instant noodles or something.

Song Nuan realized this and became troubled: "Uncle, if neither of us can cook, what will we do when we get married?"

She blinked: "Doesn’t that mean you have to learn to cook? We can’t always eat out."

Lu Yan pursed his lips, his eyes deepening.

Marriage was something far away for him, since this girl was just temporarily in his care, she wasn’t his girlfriend.

So the marriage Song Nuan mentioned had nothing to do with him.

He thought for a moment, then said: "You could learn."

"Even if I learn, I probably won’t have much time at home."

Lu Yan said: "Deciding to be with me means you have to accept that I don’t have much time. I can’t always be there for you like a normal boyfriend, and even when I am, I could be called away at any moment."

Thinking she’d give up, she said: "Okay, since neither of us has time to learn, how about we hire a housekeeper to cook for us at home."

"Anyway, you don’t have money, I have plenty. If you can’t afford to support me, I’ll support you. If being a firefighter is your dream, marrying me will allow you to pursue it. I’m definitely not the clingy wife type."

The girl spoke with seriousness and conviction.

Lu Yan: "..."

"Fine." He nudged Song Nuan: "If you don’t have homework, go wash up and sleep. Wake up early tomorrow, I’ll take you to school."

"Awoo~" Song Nuan smiled: "Okay."

Lu Yan was amused.

Really, she’s so adorable.

...

And Lu Yan, no matter what, couldn’t escape the choice of sleeping with the little girl.

Song Nuan insisted on hugging Lu Yan to sleep.

But by the middle of the night, Lu Yan would slowly distance himself from her.

However, somehow by the morning, he was always hugging her again.

Until—

Lu Yan saw the remote under the pillow while dressing and making the bed.

The air conditioner remote.

The temperature was set to 15 degrees.

Lu Yan: "..."

Can you blame someone for hugging? When a person gets cold while sleeping, they’ll naturally gravitate to a warmer place.

Just then, Song Nuan popped her head in: "Uncle, let’s go, you have work, I have class, hurry, hurry, let’s hit the road."

Song Nuan was already dressed and ready.

Lu Yan didn’t expose it, after all, she was still young.

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After Song Nuan entered the school, Lu Yan left.

It was still barely dawn, short days and long nights were here.

In the shadows, a woman who saw his car leave, walked straight to the school.

Song Nuan walked across the playground, reaching the stairway entrance of the teaching building, and was suddenly pulled to the corner at the bottom of the stairs.

"Mmph—" Song Nuan’s eyes widened. In a panic, she elbowed backwards, aiming directly at the person’s stomach.

The one covering her mouth didn’t expect the little girl to react this way and was caught off guard by the elbow jab to the stomach, releasing her in pain.

Song Nuan turned to see a woman’s face.

She frowned: "Who are you?"

"You and Lu Yan are not suitable." The woman spoke: "I advise you to stay away from him, you’re not worthy of him."

"And plain as you are, a man like him wouldn’t look twice at you. Even if he does, it’s only for fun. Better back off now before you regret it."

Listening to the woman’s rant, Song Nuan judged that this woman might be a rival in love.

"You like Lu Yan?" Song Nuan looked her up and down: "If you like him, then pursue him yourself. Why should I let go? Is something wrong with your head?"

Song Nuan found the woman somewhat pretty, not ugly, but not too smart either.

"And why come to school to block me?" Song Nuan asked: "Just to tell me this? You don’t look young, doing childish things like this?"

The woman gritted her teeth, unprepared for such a sharp-tongued young girl.

"Do you know who I am to him?" the woman sneered.

Song Nuan: "Who you are to him? What’s it got to do with me?"

She’s not interested in such matters at all.

"Please move aside and don’t block my way to school." Song Nuan pushed the woman away: "I am a successor of socialism."

"Can you, an aging weed, not block the path for us, the young flowers of the motherland? When it’s time to make way, do so, why keep blocking?"

"Besides, if you stubbornly refuse to move, it only makes me appear fresher and cuter, and you uglier."

Her words were full of innuendo, both openly and implicitly mocking.

And she critically pinpointed the age difference between the two.

She’s young, she’s reckless.

Chen Ya was so angry that she ground her teeth, her face turning livid, but she couldn’t afford to lose it in this scenario due to face.

Especially when the young girl was so calm, it’d look bad if she acted like a shrew.

And it would certainly be unrefined.

She took a deep breath: "Let me tell you something, you’re still young and don’t understand these complexities, you can’t distinguish love, especially when you’re just starting to feel things, he’s really not a suitable person for you, take my advice."

Song Nuan kept pushing her: "I won’t listen, you nag like a tortoise reading sutras."

But the difference in strength between the two was still quite pronounced, after all, she was just a young girl, definitely not as strong as Chen Ya, who had come from a regiment.

Chen Ya suddenly grabbed Song Nuan.

"Smack!" A slap landed on her face.

Song Nuan was taken aback by the unexpected hit.

Her face instantly burned with pain.

She widened her almond eyes, staring at Chen Ya.

And Chen Ya knew how much force she had used because her own hand was hurting and numb.

Seeing the clear slap mark on the young girl’s face.

Chen Ya felt a bit of panic.

She realized how absurd her actions were; this was just a high school girl.

Song Nuan’s eyes gradually filled with tears, and she quickly lowered her head, tears rolling down to the ground.

She sniffed: "I don’t even know what I did wrong, if you like him, you can chase him yourself, why hit me?"

She spoke softly, losing the previous bravado, transforming into a little victim.

Which made Chen Ya feel even more morally shameful and uneasy.

This was completely an adult bullying a child.

Song Nuan still felt buzzing in her ears.

She pursed her lips, sniffed, and wiped her tears with her hand: "Anyway, I’ve said enough for today, I’m going to class."

After finishing, she pushed past Chen Ya and ran away.

Chen Ya stood there, stunned for quite a while.

...

Song Nuan went straight to the restroom and splashed cold water on her face.

This wasn’t going to go down anytime soon, probably going to swell later.

That woman didn’t hit lightly at all.

She sniffed and ended up at the school clinic getting some ointment.

Better not to ruin her looks.

Once finished she exited and saw that woman again.

"I’m sorry, I was a bit agitated just now," Chen Ya apologized.

Actually, she mainly feared Song Nuan would tell Lu Yan about this, ruining her image even more in his eyes.

Song Nuan looked up at Chen Ya standing at the clinic door, extremely astute: "You hit me and then apologized, and want me to leave him, are you afraid I’ll tell him?"

Chen Ya froze.

Never expected such a young girl to be so perceptive.

"I’m trying to talk to you about this, but I got a bit agitated, couldn’t hold back hitting you because some things you said were indeed excessive, they were personal attacks."

Song Nuan nodded: "Hmm, sorry, I was out of line, all my fault, young age and poor manners, don’t know how to respect an old aunt who comes to break us up, I’ll go back and have my boyfriend teach me well."

Chen Ya: "..."

She took a deep breath, forced herself to calm and not get riled up by this girl again.

"I’m telling you it’s for your own good, the age gap between you two is too big, your parents won’t agree, you’re so young, he’s already 27."

Song Nuan: "Just mindlessly worrying, there are people out there where an 18-year-old marries an 80-year-old, why don’t you meddle in that? But you have to meddle with me."

"Is it just because I’m prettier than you, cuter than you, younger than you, and stole the person you like?"

"..."

This brat really is eloquent, sharp-tongued, outtalking anyone.

Song Nuan coldly: "Don’t just stand around here blocking my view, I’m not telling him, if I did, he’d think I’m a tattletale, don’t worry."

"You chase him, I won’t object, if you can take him from me, he’s yours, I won’t tell him about this, thank you. Now can you step aside? I need to go to class."

Chen Ya looked at Song Nuan, contemplated for a while, and eventually stepped aside.

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In class.

"Did you know? I heard a drama by the stairs, looks like Song Nuan’s been caught being a mistress, the main woman came herself."

"What? Is this for real? Never thought the academic star who acts all innocent is so restless in private."

"Tsk tsk tsk..."

Hot gossip spread among the students, with the academic star usually being a focus for everyone, and Song Nuan always being one of those superior academic stars.

As Song Nuan stepped into the classroom, she caught all these words.

She gracefully walked to the lectern, smiled slowly at everyone: "That woman is the mistress."

She glanced at the rumor starter: "A gossiping tongue twisting truth into lies, is it because you’re too poor to afford food and want to chew your tongue to make it longer for cutting and serving as pig’s tongue with drinks during festive meals?"

"I’ll be watching, if not cut during the holidays, I’ll do it. Song Nuan cheerfully: "No matter the cost, I’ll buy."

"I’m curious to see who chews the longest."

After speaking, Song Nuan expressionlessly took her bag and sat at her seat.

The entire classroom fell silent.

Song Nuan’s background wasn’t flashy in school, but it was no secret.

Little heiress of the Song Family, never pompous, never bullies, soft and cute, only focuses on studies.

But now this...

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