Chapter 595: Mishaps and Mayhem

Book Chapter 595: Little Thing, Quite Sharp (3 update)

3 AM. Lin

“Give me a reason not to wipe you out!”

Xiao Yu glared as he opened the door and saw the young couple standing outside.

Fuming with anger, he nearly reached for his sidearm to take a shot.

Last night, the siblings had been sweetly playing the ‘mom and dad’ game all evening.

Imagine being rudely woken after just an hour of sleep—can you relate?

He was practically itching to kill!

Wang Cheng and Zhou Yanyu kept their heads down in silence.

“Come in,” he said.

Xiao Yu rolled his eyes and waved the little couple into the room.

Dressed in loungewear, Mu Qingwu entered the hall, cast a glance at her secretary, then at her younger brother’s disciple. “What happened?” she asked.

Wang Cheng and Zhou Yanyu looked up, exchanged a glance, then both lowered their eyes in unison.

“Why aren’t you saying anything?”

Xiao Yu snapped, “Don’t all act like you’re nursing a grudge, just keeping quiet…”

Before he could finish, Mu Qingwu pinched him.

“Actually…”

Wang Cheng looked up with tears almost in his eyes. “Tonight, Yanyu Jie and I had some serious bad luck.”

“Get to the point,” Xiao Yu glared at his unfortunate disciple.

“The point is…”

Wang Cheng’s expression turned odd. “We planned to cook dinner tonight, but somehow we ended up burning down the kitchen!”

Xiao Yu: …

Mu Qingwu: …

Really, you sure know how to have fun, don’t you?

Aren’t you grown-ups? How do you even burn a kitchen?

“Then we decided to spend the night at a hotel.”

Wang Cheng continued with a face contorted in discomfort, “But when we got to the hotel, just as we were about to take a shower, the water pipe burst. Then, after changing rooms, we ran into a police inspection!”

“Pfft!”

Xiao Yu burst out laughing. “Can you be any luckier? Are you sure you’re not just telling me a story?”

Even Mu Qingwu couldn’t help but cover her mouth, giggling.

Zhou Yanyu blushed and kept her eyes down, barely able to hold back laughter.

“Master, I’m not making this up,” she said.

Nearly in tears, Wang Cheng added, “Then we figured the hotel was no longer an option, so we planned to crash at an Internet cafe. We got two computers set up—but before we could even start playing, two young men started fighting.”

“Even as a cop, I couldn’t just stand by. I broke them up and called in other officers to escort them out, so the Internet was off the table.”

“After that, we thought about grabbing some midnight snacks. But as soon as we hailed a cab, it broke down halfway—nothing went right all night.”

“Then we discovered that the cab broke down near Master’s house, so we figured, why not stay there for the night…”

Wang Cheng looked at Xiao Yu with pleading eyes. “Master, you and Madam will take us in, right?”

Xiao Yu and Mu Qingwu exchanged a look.

Is it really that terrible?

It’s unbelievably far-fetched!

Forget it—the little couple just stared in exasperation at the misfortunes of these two.

Mu Qingwu led Zhou Yanyu to the main bedroom.

Xiao Yu assigned Wang Cheng to the guest room.

Checking his watch, he noted it was 3:30.

Xiao Yu warmed up some milk and fed Baby.

After all that chaos, it was already past 4, and he still had to make breakfast—no time to sleep…

Wang Cheng lay awake, unable to doze off.

He had originally gotten up for a drink of water, but when he saw Master absorbed in his phone in the hall, he hurried over.

After giving his unlucky disciple a sharp look, Xiao Yu resumed his game of King.

“Hehe,” came Wang Cheng’s chuckle.

Wang Cheng grinned, “Master, got anything to eat? I’m starving.”

“There’s some in the fridge. Help yourself,” Xiao Yu replied without looking up.

Wang Cheng returned with milk and bread, eating as he said, “Master, today Yanyu Jie gave me a question I couldn’t answer. I bet it wouldn’t stump you.”

“Now’s not the time for quizzes,” Xiao Yu retorted.

He put his phone down and shot his disciple a look full of disapproval.

“Would you take a six-bullet gun loaded with just one shot for ten million if I told you to shoot your own leg?” Wang Cheng dared to ask.

“Are you stupid?”

Xiao Yu sneered, “Your Madam has billions—and half of that is mine. You think I’d agree?”

“…”

Wang Cheng nearly choked on his bread. After a pause, he continued, “But what if Madam had no money—would you agree then?”

“No wonder you’re an idiot,” Xiao Yu replied.

Scoffing, he added, “The gun is in my hand, and the money is all mine. Who would dare disagree? Why on earth would you shoot your own leg?”

Wang Cheng: (￣□￣)

Is that acceptable too?

“I’m not asking a question—I’m testing your IQ,” he clarified.

Xiao Yu shook his head at his disciple. “You’re hopeless. I don’t want to bring you down further. Go check out the zoo for a job; running around like this, you’re just asking to get shot.”

Wang Cheng: …

After a long pause, he muttered, “Master, does that mean I’m not handsome? I believe Yanyu Jie still likes me just based on looks.”

“Handsome?”

Xiao Yu chuckled at his disciple. “You might be a bit of a runt, but you’re a lot better than a cricket!”

“Who insults their own disciple like that?”

Wang Cheng sulked, “At least say something nice.”

“Alright, alright. You’re the most handsome.”

… … … Please throw some flowers…

Xiao Yu, with a mix of disdain and casualness, asked, “Any more questions?”

Not expecting any sleep, he decided to ramble with his disciple to pass the time.

“So, tell me about you and Madam,” he prompted.

Wang Cheng asked curiously, “What was your first impression of Madam?”

“I think…”

After a moment’s pause, Xiao Yu replied earnestly, “I wanted to sleep with her!”

“That direct?” Wang Cheng looked as if he’d been hit by lightning.

“It’s not about being direct,” Xiao Yu explained.

He laughed, “To put it more elegantly, it was love at first sight. It means that even if you donned the heavens’ finest, I’d still untie the buttons of the stars. I want the pressure crushing me to come from you, Madam, not life itself.”

Damn, I learned something… Wang Cheng’s eyes shone with excitement.

Such crude yet simple words—wait until you get the chance to tell Yanyu Jie!

……..

“I’m actually curious too,” Xiao Yu added.

His expression turned odd. “Didn’t you say last time that Zhou Yanyu was your woman?”

Come on, with her on that time of the month, how could a disciple even lay a hand on her?

“Right,” Wang Cheng agreed.

Beaming with pride, he declared, “That day, I kissed Yanyu Jie.”

“And then?”

Xiao Yu started urging for the next chapter—a half-finished author deserves a beating.

“That’s it,” Wang Cheng grinned.

Xiao Yu: ???

“That’s it? What do you mean, that’s it?”

“Wait a minute…”

Xiao Yu felt his thoughts jumble. “Are you saying that after kissing Yanyu Jie, nothing else happened?”

“Yes,” Wang Cheng nodded.

“And then…”

Clearly flustered, Xiao Yu asked, “So she just became your woman?”

After all the bragging and boasting, you only kissed her?

Is that really all there is to it?

“Right,” Wang Cheng confirmed.

Proudly, he declared, “Since I kissed her, she’s mine, isn’t she?”

Xiao Yu took a deep breath to calm his frenzied emotions.

It was as painful as nails on a chalkboard or two pieces of foam rubbing together.

He felt utterly miserable—as any normal person would.

In such a case, one might either draw a sword to kill or commit seppuku!

“Disciple, come here…”

Xiao Yu smiled and beckoned Wang Cheng over.

“…”

Wang Cheng stepped back in confusion and asked cautiously, “Master, why do I feel like you’re about to do me harm?”

Xiao Yu laughed scornfully, “You little thing, you’re surprisingly sharp!”

He wasn’t just in the mood to fight.

If it were that kid from my past, you’d already be a goner!

Wen

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