The Nightmare Experience of a Useless Person

"We've finally arrived!"

When Qingjun and Jiang Zhiyang arrived at the courtyard, the sun had just set, and night was spreading from the horizon, adding to the chill of the damp bamboo forest.

"Woof woof woof woof!"

Wolf leaped and bounded about, letting out a satisfied roar. Yes, Wolf had arrived.

Half an hour ago, no matter how much Jiang Zhiyang refused, A Lang just wouldn't go home with Jiang Shuo. Jiang Zhiyang had no choice but to persuade himself all the way and reluctantly accept the life of this man, woman and dog.

How annoying! Ugh!

Forget it...

"This courtyard is where Lao Peng rests when he comes to the bamboo forest to prepare materials. In the future, when I go to work, I can take the bamboo materials there on my way, so he won't need this house anymore."

As Jiang Zhiyang explained things, he cleaned up. Qingjun wanted to help, but he wouldn't allow it, telling her to rest on the chair and wait a moment.

Perhaps because he was in a good mood, Jiang Zhiyang seemed much more energetic and efficient. He quickly dusted the furniture, lit the stove, and brewed a pot of hot tea.

During this break, Qingjun strolled around the bamboo grove courtyard. However, the courtyard consisted of only a bedroom, a kitchen, and a tiny woodshed at the back. How could two people possibly live there?

Just as Qingjun was about to ask a question, he saw Jiang Zhiyang set up a makeshift bed on the floor at the other end of the bedroom. A makeshift bed on the floor? Well, although it's not very comfortable, it's better than the kitchen and the woodshed.

"What are you doing standing here guarding? Go to bed."

"But you're still sick, how can you sleep on the ground?" Yes, Qingjun was worried about Jiang Zhiyang's health, which is why she came here with him. Naturally, Jiang Zhiyang's health should be the priority.

How could he sleep on the floor? Jiang Zhiyang didn't want to sleep on the floor either. He really wanted to share a bed with Qingjun, but if he did, Qingjun would run home again tomorrow morning.

"Am I, a grown man, more delicate than a young lady like you just because I caught a cold?" Jiang Zhiyang pretended to pound his non-existent pectoral muscles, but ended up coughing a few times.

"I've boiled some water and placed it by the mirror for you to wash your hands and face. After you're done washing, I'll bring some water for you to soak your feet."

Now, Qingjun has truly become a child being taken care of by Jiang Zhiyang. But there's nothing wrong with following his arrangements. He is meticulous, thoughtful, gentle, and considerate. He has prepared many details that Qingjun might not have considered.

He even avoided Qingjun when she took off her shoes. Although he didn't need to be so particular, it showed his thoughtfulness. Only after Qingjun changed her clothes and got into bed did Jiang Zhiyang push open the door and enter, extinguishing the candle.

However, this humility and politeness were only in Qingjun's eyes. If she turned over, she could see a pair of bright and piercing eyes behind the screen that was as thin as a cicada's wing.

The faint moonlight, like a master painter's brush, outlined the undulating figure behind the curtain with just two strokes of varying shades.

Oh no, this is terrible. Just using this as bait has aroused someone's wild imagination, followed by a tidal wave of sensation in their lower abdomen.

Jiang Zhiyang didn't know whether his filthy lust was inherited from that despicable person or simply a natural physiological reaction for a man just beginning to experience romantic feelings at this age.

Yes, he's just reached a certain age. Just like cats and dogs go into heat when they've matured, he's the same. He's just driven by instinct, wanting to possess his mate in a beastly, greedy, and unconventional way...

He would carefully bury all of these things deep in his heart, waiting for time to corrupt them.

Because his lover was different from him; she was pure and innocent, with a heart full of love. He should be content as long as she shared love with all of humanity.

Hmm, satisfied. If that dog that's been lounging by Qingjun's bedside could just get a little further away, Jiang Zhiyang would be even more satisfied. Looking at Ah Lang's contented sleeping posture, Jiang Zhiyang's back teeth were practically grinding to powder. Tomorrow, first thing tomorrow morning, he'd go chop bamboo to make a doghouse!

……

The shrill crowing of roosters was absent, as was the blinding morning light. There was no familiar breathing, no warm embrace, no laughter, no playfulness. When Qingjun awoke, she found herself in front of unfamiliar curtains, and alone in the room.

A feeling of unfamiliarity...

She sat up and noticed that there was an extra curtain on the window, which Jiang Zhiyang must have added in the morning so that she could sleep in.

The strange thought of liking Jiang Zhiyang suddenly popped into Qingjun's mind. She liked him because his care seemed to offer a sliver of comfort to a void in her heart...

"You're awake?" A tall man pushed open the door and entered, bringing a chilly breeze. Qingjun shivered and burrowed back into the covers.

"Ah, I'm sorry," Jiang Zhiyang hurriedly closed the door, then turned around. "I didn't know... Qingjun, get dressed first, I'll show you something fun!"

Something fun? A doghouse?

"Yes! A doghouse!" Jiang Zhiyang said proudly, hands on his hips. "I made this this morning. How is it? Pretty presentable, right?"

Ah Lang jumped around the bamboo doghouse, looking quite satisfied.

"Although we've always treated you, Ah Lang, like family, you're still a dog. There's a difference between humans and dogs, so it's better if you don't sleep in the same room at night," Jiang Zhiyang said to himself, stuffing some thick old clothes into the little kennel.

"Come on, let's go in and give it a try!"

Ah Lang clearly understood Jiang Zhiyang's words. One second he was jumping around, and the next second he was completely still. No matter how Jiang Zhiyang pushed his dog butt, he didn't budge and refused to go into the doghouse.

After a few seconds, as if he quickly grew tired of Jiang Zhiyang's shoving, Ah Lang got up and nimbly jumped behind Qing Jun.

"Wow! You! You! You!" Jiang Zhiyang was furious and grabbed a shoe to step forward.

But the dog was indeed intelligent. Seeing Jiang Zhiyang's appearance, it immediately stuck out its tongue, smiled obsequiously, and rubbed against Qingjun's side with its head down.

"Wow! What a despicable dog!"

The man and the dog chased each other around the yard for several rounds, until Jiang Zhiyang finally gave up due to exhaustion.

I like Jiang Zhiyang. I like him because his naivety fills my otherwise ordinary life with laughter. Making people happy is his unique talent.

"A vicious dog doesn't appreciate a kind heart, hmph! Qingjun, we won't play with it. I'll cook you noodles." Jiang Zhiyang rolled up his sleeves, deftly added firewood, and cooked noodles. In no time, he served two bowls of vegetarian noodles.

As Qingjun sat down, a hazy warmth, carrying a refreshing fragrance, wafted towards him. Once his vision cleared, he saw that the white noodles were adorned with emerald green scallions, just like the bamboo grove—fresh and invigorating.

"It's a bit too vegetarian. Let's go buy some meat later, and get anything else we're missing."

"No, it smells great."

The noodles are soft, and the scallions add flavor. Although it's simple, the most rustic grain aroma lingers on the palate, reminding one of endless wheat fields, a cloudless sky, and a gentle breeze in the wilderness.

Aunt Dong has always been in charge of cooking at Lok Sin Tong. I never expected that Jiang Zhiyang's cooking skills would be so good. If there were plenty of ingredients, I wonder what kind of delicious food he would make.

"Here, take this." Qingjun took the bag from his waist and handed it to Jiang Zhiyang.

"What?!" Jiang Zhiyang opened the bag, stunned for a second, and then his eyes visibly trembled. "So much money! Why are you giving it to me! I can't take it, keep it for yourself."

"But this bag is too heavy, I can't carry it. If we go out on the street and a thief tries to rob it, I'm afraid I won't be able to protect it." Qingjun pretended to be soft, as if she was about to collapse onto the table at any moment.

After hearing Qingjun's "explanation," Jiang Zhiyang timidly accepted the money pouch, feeling guilty, like a spineless man who lives off a woman. But what's so shameful about living off one's wife? Thinking of this, his eyes became unusually firm again.

I like Jiang Zhiyang because of his simplicity. Every change in his expression is surprisingly easy to understand, so teasing him, flirting with him, and playing with him becomes exceptionally easy and fun.