I Became a Heartthrob After Marrying in My Sister's Place - Chapter 18.3

Chapter 18.3

But he could sense that something was different.

…

The food that evening was feast-like, featuring roasted mutton and various styles of prepared fish. Sitting beneath the canopy, with the surrounding tent poles adorned with colorful fairy lights, the combination of cold beer and grilled meat made for a refreshing and delicious summer night. The atmosphere was free and leisurely.

Ming Huaizhi ate a lot; two small bowls of rice and a large piece of roasted meat disappeared quickly. To finish, he served himself some grilled fish and lamb chops.

Shang Chen watched him: “Yantang is so thin, he doesn’t look like someone who can eat this much.”

“I actually have a pretty good appetite,” Ming Huaizhi said, wiping his glistening lips. “Since moving into Sang Yu’s place, I’ve gained three pounds.”

Sang Yu sat beside him with a curled lip: “Did you hear that? That’s all thanks to me. So, how are you going to repay me?”

Ming Huaizhi held his bowl and thought seriously.

After a moment, he placed a piece of fish into Sang Yu’s bowl: “I’ll give you the fish I caught.”

Everyone burst into laughter, except for Gu Zhou, whose expression remained placid.

Sang Yu didn’t expose the fact that he was the one who actually helped catch that one and only fish. He simply remarked softly, “See how stingy he is? Trying to brush me off with a single piece of fish.”

Ming Huaizhi lowered his shy eyes, not daring to look up.

After dinner, everyone began clearing the dishes.

Since Ming Huaizhi didn’t know how to set up a tent, he took over the task of washing the cookware and preparing fruit for everyone.

By ten o’clock, all the tents were finally pitched.

Tired from the long day, they bid each other goodnight and turned on the lights inside their respective tents to enjoy the rare summer evening.

Ming Huaizhi retreated to his blue tent, changed into a set of creamy-white pajamas, and rolled around happily inside.

The top of the tent was transparent, allowing him to see the starry sky. The mat underneath was soft and as comfortable as his bed at home.

The entire tent was dry and cozy; he loved it.

But just then, he heard voices talking outside.

“How is there one tent missing?” Shang Chen scratched his head in frustration after counting for a while. “Crap, I couldn’t have forgotten to prepare one, could I?”

Sang Yu sat in a rocking chair with his legs crossed: “It’s fine. Use the remaining one yourself. I’ll just sleep out here.”

“Sleep out here? Are you crazy? The mosquitoes will eat you alive. They’re no joke, some of them are poisonous.”

Sang Yu wasn’t frightened by Shang Chen’s babbling; instead, he continued to gaze at the stars with effortless poise.

He rested his head on his arms and squinted his eyes.

Shang Chen felt incredibly guilty. He checked the order history on his phone and became even more confused: “I really did buy seven tents. How are there only six left?”

At that moment, he noticed a round head peeking out from the blue tent ahead. Then, Ming Huaizhi, dressed in his creamy-white pajamas, slowly pulled the flap completely open. He sat there obediently, looking at them with worry.

“Sang Yu, do you have nowhere to stay?”

The voice was clean, tinged with a bit of unease.

Sang Yu curled his lips nonchalantly: “Yeah.”

Ming Huaizhi tugged nervously at his pajamas, his slightly misty eyes carrying a timid, tentative look: “Then… Do you want to squeeze in with me? I’m quite thin.”

If Sang Yu had nowhere to sleep and got bitten by poisonous insects, he would feel very guilty and sad.

Hearing this, Sang Yu abruptly sat up from the rocking chair. His expression held a hint of feigned hesitation: “That might not be very appropriate.”

It was only then that Shang Chen finally caught on.

Sang Yu, you old dog!