Host, the villain's corruption level has exploded!

Chapter 778: The Metamorphosis - The Transformed Form (20)

Where is a man's dignity?!

His face was extremely pale. He quickly approached, bent down to look, and indeed it was Song Zhishu's clothes.

Fu An instantly imagined Song Zhishu whipping Chang Qing with a small leather whip, forcing her to serve him.

He wants to awaken the evil hidden within Chang Qingxin!

So, Fu An pulled out his most ruthless deep voice, whispering like a devil in the darkness: "Kid, who told you to wash the clothes?"

Chang Qing was startled. When he looked up, he saw the familiar Zhuang Ge leaning against the wall. His lips twitched, and he immediately lowered his head, replying somewhat coldly, "I wanted to take a shower myself."

Fu An: Impossible, absolutely impossible!

Why did you help Song Zhi with his laundry?

To his surprise, Chang Ting was even more shocked by the question: "Otherwise what? You're going to have my grandfather wash it?!"

Fu An felt like vomiting blood upon hearing this.

"Besides you and your grandfather, is there no other able-bodied person in your family who can do this?!"

He could have directly asked, "Is it Song Zhishu?", but he just didn't want to say it directly.

Chang Qing thought about it carefully, then her fair face, hidden in the darkness, was full of struggle: "That's not a good idea... and I might not even be able to do it well..."

Fu An patiently persuaded, "It's not a matter of whether you can do it well or not... it's that she never intended to help you at all..." "But they're a bunch of rats, they're powerless!"

Fu An: ?

"mouse……?"

Chang Qing was still thinking, but finally shook her head: "Besides my grandfather and me, the only other people in our family who can do this job are rats, but let's forget about it..."

Fu An, unable to contain himself any longer, snapped: "Wake up! How can a boy like you wash a girl's clothes!"

Chang Qing stared at him blankly, then curled her lip in disdain: "You're crazy."

These are the dirtiest words he can utter.

He ignored it and continued washing clothes.

Fu An: "...No, buddy...Pah, little brother, think about it carefully. No matter what, you're the master, you're a man! Washing clothes for a girl, how embarrassing!"

This time, Chang Qing truly thought this person had gone mad. He straightened his back, tilted his head slightly in confusion, and said in a deep and serious tone, "Isn't this labor? Labor is glorious."

Fu An was taken aback.

Chang Qing appears particularly childish in front of Song Zhishu because of her various unexpected actions, but this does not mean that he has deviated from the original character setting. In fact, due to Song Zhishu's influence, he will accelerate his growth.

"It's the most shameful thing to fuss over such trivial matters but never do any housework yourself."

Chang Qing's small face appeared very calm, even concealing a hint of suspicion: he didn't know what had gotten into Fu An that made him ask such a strange question. Household chores are an important matter that every family member should participate in, but more importantly, it depends on the situation. Someone like Song Zhishu clearly had never done housework, but she would still help as much as she could, even though she always ended up making things worse.

Fu An, who had never contributed anything to his family and only knew how to ask for money: ... His face turned ashen, and the atmosphere around him suddenly changed, showing signs of anger.

It was obvious—he broke down.

He had a vague feeling that something was slipping out of his control. For example, Chang Qing and Song Zhishu actually got along better than he and Yun Zhiwei. Also, Chang Qing's words had made him feel guilty.

Chang Qing keenly sensed that something was wrong with Fu An. He carefully reflected on his words and found no logical flaws, so the problem lay in Fu An's values.

He ignored him and continued washing clothes.

Song Zhishu happened to come out at that moment.

She didn't see Fu An, who was in her blind spot, but when she saw Chang Qing, she immediately noticed that he was in a bad mood. She tilted her head and asked, "Chang Qing, are you unhappy?"

Chang Qing was so startled she almost bit her tongue. Fu An's pent-up anger flared up instantly, and she snapped, "How many times have I told you? Try to make some noise when you walk!"

The tone, however, was not harsh.

Fu An recalled the boy's cold and distant attitude just now, and then laughed in anger, shifting her attack target: "Song Zhishu, don't you have any self-awareness? Of course it's because you're unhappy about washing your clothes. You're a girl, how can you let a boy touch your clothes?"

Song Zhishu then noticed that there was another person on the scene. She paused, took a step towards the corner, and then saw Fu An's shadow.

A gentle evening breeze swept by, rustling the fallen leaves. The autumn air was cold and damp, and as night fell, it felt like cool water seeping into my throat and lungs, stirring up ripples in my heart for no reason.

Song Zhishu's voice emerged from this desolate atmosphere.

“Fu An, you’ve upset him.”

Fu An: "..."

Damn it, are you two crazy?! Can't you understand human language?

He was furious and turned to leave, disappearing into the hazy night.

He arrived in a flurry and left in a flurry, completely forgetting that he had come because he was angry with Yun Zhiwei. He only realized his mistake when he returned and saw Yun Zhiwei treating him coldly.

This was the first time Fu An had felt a tightness in his chest. In the past, everything went smoothly for him in Kyoto, but he would occasionally feel inexplicably annoyed. However, that anger would dissipate quickly because he would inexplicably cause trouble for others, and those others would dare not speak out against him.

Now there's Yun Zhiwei, whom he wouldn't lay a finger on, and Chang Qing, whose face screams dislike for him, whose behavior makes him seem incredibly immature and a complete failure. And damn it, he can't even beat Song Zhishu. He tried to sow discord, but ended up returning defeated and humiliated.

He had rarely suffered such injustice. Even leaving was a first for him, and he was feeling a little reluctant to part with it.

Song Zhishu: You deserve a fan. After he left, Song Zhishu stared blankly at Chang Qing washing her dress. She was so slow to react that her eyes only left his small hand when Chang Qing changed the water. She looked away, her legs were a little numb, so she changed to a more comfortable position.

Chang Qing thought she was getting impatient, so she pursed her dry lips and quickened her pace. Her voice, which was clear but hoarse from not drinking much water all afternoon, sounded flustered: "Wait a little longer, I'll be done soon."

Song Zhishu didn't know why he said that, but she still hummed in response. Her voice froze amidst the sparse and desolate cicada chirping, but it calmed the boy's heart.

He didn't look up, and even if he did, it would have been difficult to see the girl's flushed cheeks in the dim night.

They remained silent, waiting for time to ferment within them.