NOVEL NEXT Chapter 67 - Returning Late
Chapter 67: Returning Late
As Shen Yijia walked, she went after any prey that she saw. In the past, she could do whatever she wanted with them. This time, she controlled her strength so that the prey would be captured alive.
The first few times, she accidentally killed two pheasants. After that, they never appeared again.
However, they were all pheasants and rabbits, there wasn’t a single big animal. It was unknown if they were deliberately avoiding her.
For a moment, she was immersed in the joy of the harvest, until she heard a panting voice behind him. “Boss, that’s enough for today. We can barely carry these.”
At first, Bruiser was shocked by Shen Yijia’s rock-throwing. Later on, he became used to it.
It was so tiring.
Shen Yijia turned around unhappily. She saw that there was a belt of prey tied to Bruiser’s waist. There wasn’t space for any more. There was also a string of prey tied around his chest.
There was so much prey hanging on him that she could no longer see his dirty clothes.
She rubbed her nose in embarrassment and looked at the sky. If they didn’t go back now, they would have to feel their way through the mountains in the dark. “Alright, let’s go back.”
Bruiser heaved a sigh of relief. As expected of an underling.
If Shen Yijia was alone, she would definitely be able to reach home before dark. However, she had a burden following her. His speed was not much faster than a turtle.
Unable to stand it anymore, Shen Yijia stopped and looked at Bruiser, who was panting heavily. “Give me some. I’ll take them.”
“No, no. I can do it.”
Shen Yijia was speechless. It seemed like he was going to collapse. She picked up the string of prey on his chest and left.
Even though their pace was much faster afterwards, it was already dark when they arrived home.
From afar, they saw a faint light at the door of the house.
Shen Yijia paused before walking over. She saw Song Jingchen sitting at the door with an oil lamp in his hand.
His expression did not change after seeing her. He glanced at Bruiser, who was behind Shen Yijia.
Shen Yijia felt inexplicably guilty and rubbed her nose. “Why are you sitting here? Aren’t you cold?”
“I was waiting for you.” Song Jingchen retracted his gaze and turned his wheelchair into the courtyard.
Shen Yijia’s heart skipped a beat and she quickly followed him in.
Bruiser wiped his sweat. That look from Song Jingchen was too terrifying.
He wanted to leave immediately, but he still had a lot of prey tied to him, so he could only brace himself and follow.
“Sister Jia, why are you back so late? We were worried about you.” Madam Li came out to welcome her.
“I’m sorry. I forgot the time and came back late.” It felt good to be cared for. Shen Yijia obediently admitted her mistake.
“This child. It’s good that you’re back. You can’t do this again. Brother Chen insisted on waiting for you at the door and refused to come in. He’s not in good health to begin with.”
Why was he waiting for her? Shen Yijia stole a glance at Song Jingchen, who simply turned his head away.
“Mother, I won’t do it again.” Shen Yijia wanted to hold Madam Li’s arm, she remembered how dirty she was, so she stopped herself.
Bruiser was dumbfounded. He suspected that this obedient and cute person in front of him was a fake.
“Who’s this?” Madam Li asked Bruiser.
“Ah, him. Bruiser, the son of Widow Wang in the village. He got lost in the mountains and I brought him back. I asked him to help me carry some prey.” As she spoke, Shen Yijia gave Bruiser a look.
“That’s right. It’s all thanks to Miss Shen. I’ve delivered these, so I’ll get going first.” He put down the animals and was about to leave.
“Hey, wait.” Shen Yijia stopped Bruiser and took out the two dead pheasants from her basket. She handed one to him. “Take it home and eat it.”
“No, no need…” Bruiser waved his hand in refusal.
Shen Yijia glared at him, and Bruiser immediately cowered. He took it obediently. “Then, thank you, Sister. Auntie, Brother Song, I’ll go home first.”
Song Jingchen saw the interaction between the two of them and lowered his eyes without saying a word.