That Stupid, Pretentious Young Master Deserves To Be Punished - Chapter 10

“Do you not want to leave the village to see the world?” Jia Yu pointed to the skyscrapers in the book. “This is the Statue of Liberty in Country M, and this is the Great Waterfall in Province Z. They are so beautiful. Do you not want to see them with your own eyes?”

“Jia Xi certainly wants to go out, but under the protection of the Frontier God, all children in the village can only leave when they turn sixteen.”

Jia Yu frowned. Sixteen? He could not wait that long.

“Then can Jia Xi draw the layout of the village?”

Jia Xi’s little face was full of seriousness as he took out paper and pen and began to draw.

Seeing the map gradually taking shape, Jia Yu could barely hide his excitement.

“Jia Xi, what place is this?” Jia Yu pointed to a small dot right next to the northern edge of Huajiang.

“That is Nanxi Town.”

“Has Jia Xi been to Nanxi Town? Are there people there who wear black robes like you?” Jia Yu asked, leading him on.

“Of course not. Our village does not live outside. Nanxi Town is a mix of many ethnicities, and there are also many Han Chinese there.”

Jia Yu silently memorized this, feeling that the light of hope was right before his eyes and that he must grasp it firmly.

After saying goodbye to Jia Xi, Jia Yu was filled with agitation; he wished he could tie Shen Si Xuan up tonight, finish the job, and then dust off his pants to return to City A.

Upon returning, Jia Yu kept his expression normal, not daring to reveal even a hint of anything unusual, fearing that this dog would see through his intentions.

“Wife, how was it playing with those little brats today?”

Shen Si Xuan wound himself around Jia Yu like a ghost, looking at him with smiling eyes.

Jia Yu said coldly: “Just like that. A bunch of brats who cannot even speak clearly; what is there to have fun with?”

Shen Si Xuan leaned closer, pinched Jia Yu’s shoulder, lowered his head, and blew into Jia Yu’s ear.

“I told you, it is better to stay at home and play with your husband.”

Jia Yu cast a side glance at him. Shen Si Xuan was very handsome; at nearly 190 cm tall, his chiseled, three dimensional features were as handsome as if carved by a knife, and the smile at the corners of his mouth rippled with charm, like a demon.

Recently, Shen Si Xuan did not know what kind of game he was playing, but he had become increasingly provocative and loved to lure him into doing it.

Jia Yu could not stand being provoked; his exquisite, jade like earlobes flushed red. He turned his head to dodge and caught Si Xuan’s chin, pressing a kiss to it. “Can you speak properly?”

“Wife, this is speaking properly.”

Shen Si Xuan looked innocent. He knelt on the ground and placed Jia Yu’s hand on his own face.

“Wife…”

Jia Yu looked down at him and saw Shen Si Xuan grab Jia Yu’s hand, his fingertips brushing across his lips, sliding toward his Adam’s apple, and then sliding toward his firm, full pectoral muscles.

Not bad; his physique was truly top tier. His muscles were clearly defined, containing wild, explosive power. His eight pack abs were tightly arranged, his waist and mermaid line were enough to make one’s blood boil; the man himself was a walking definition of sexy.

His eyes darkened slightly as he used force in his hand to push him down. “Acting like a nympho in broad daylight? Hmm?”

Shen Si Xuan crawled toward Jia Yu on his knees, his loose sleeping robe half covering and half revealing, leaving nothing to the imagination.

“Acting like a nympho toward my wife is only natural.”

Jia Yu grabbed his hair and leaned down to kiss him.

Five days later was the Frontier God Festival, and Shen Jia Yu had been exceptionally busy these past few days.

This was a major annual event for Huajiang Village; everyone in the village prepared meticulously. Even little brats like Jia Xi had to undergo purification and chant scriptures in advance, kneeling in the ancestral hall.

In the entire village, the only idle person was Jia Yu, though compared to being not idle, he still had to learn those ghost rituals. This was the only reason Jia Yu had been able to secretly collect escape supplies under Shen Si Xuan’s nose.

When Shen Si Xuan returned, Jia Yu pretended to be impatient.

“Why are you only back now? What time is it? Do you know how late it is? Where did you go? What were you doing?”

Upon hearing this, Shen Si Xuan’s eyes lit up, and his fatigue vanished. His darling wife, whose heart had been as hard as a rock, was finally beginning to melt.

He was overjoyed!

Shen Si Xuan hurriedly went over to hug his fragrant, soft wife, kissing Jia Yu on the mouth several times. “Wife, I am sorry. I will be back earlier tomorrow. These past few days, the ancestral sacrifices and incense burning involve cumbersome rituals, and I have to reorder the register; anyway, there is a lot to do. I am sorry to have kept Wife waiting so long.”

Jia Yu pushed him away, still putting on a sour face, and snapped: “Hurry up and cook. I am hungry.”

Shen Si Xuan settled Jia Yu on a recliner, poured him tea, and arranged some pastries. “Wife, sit for a moment; it will be ready soon.”

Jia Yu ordered like a master: “Put in more sour powder; it has been hot these past few days.”

Shen Si Xuan planted a heavy kiss on Jia Yu’s mouth, making a loud sound. “Alright, Wife, your husband is going right now.”

In this broken place, although the lack of internet and entertainment was boring, life was quite comfortable. It was even more carefree than when Jia Yu was the Second Young Master of the Shen family, no need to look at Shen Youlin’s face, no need to follow those harsh rules, food brought to his mouth, clothes brought to his body. It made Jia Yu sigh:

This Shen Si Xuan is naturally good at serving people! It is a waste for someone like this not to be a homemaker.

Jia Yu had no appetite these days and could not eat anything. Shen Si Xuan would rack his brains to cook new dishes for Jia Yu, truly skilled in all eighteen martial arts.

Waiting and hoping, finally, the day of the Huajiang Festival arrived. Even Jia Yu was forced to wake up early to participate in the celebration.

He changed into a deep purple divine robe, purple base with red patterns. The texture was silky and cold, opulent and noble, revealing a large expanse of smooth, snowy back. He wore a back piece inlaid with large purple gemstones, crystal clear, with beaded curtains cascading down like shining stars.

His arms were bare, with golden bracelets on his shoulders and purple gemstone finger chains on the backs of his hands. His forehead and ears were also adorned with large purple gemstones.

The entire look made him seem like a deity descended to earth, beautifully extraordinary.

“Are you sure this is a divine robe? Your gods really are something else.” Jia Yu looked at his reflection in the mirror; the more he looked, the more improper it seemed.

Shen Si Xuan’s eyes were murky. He knelt to adjust the gauze of the lower robe, looking up at Jia Yu’s exquisite, perfect profile bathed in a layer of warm light. It was as if he were about to enter a painting. He devoutly planted a scorching kiss on the fair back.

“Wife, can you dress like this every day?”

Shen Si Xuan rained down more intense kisses, from the tailbone downward.

Jia Yu’s expression changed drastically, and he kicked out.

“Did you not say today is the divine festival? Hurry up and get it done so we can go.”

Shen Si Xuan gripped his ankle and pulled, causing Jia Yu to fall onto him, kissing Jia Yu’s eyes. “Wife, let us do it once. It is still early.”

“Get lost!”

Jia Yu slapped him; he would not be led astray by lust at such a critical moment.

The two got on the palanquin.

This was a wooden palanquin, pitch black, carved with exquisite and bizarre patterns, inlaid with various gemstones, covered with a black velvet rug, the sides of which were trimmed with large green peacock tail feathers.

Shen Si Xuan and Jia Yu sat on this dark and gorgeous palanquin, carried by sixteen men.

Whether it was these sixteen men, the others, or everyone except the two of them, they all wore red hungry ghost masks, black top hats, and hid all their hair beneath the hats. They wore black robes and held black baskets in their hands.

The elder in front chanted a word, and then the bearers set them on the ground. Everyone around them knelt, touching their heads to the ground, holding the black baskets high above their heads in unison, terrifyingly devout.

The elder chanted a few more lines at the top of his lungs, scattered a handful of black petals into the air, and then knelt down, holding the basket high.

Jia Yu was somewhat shocked. Looking out, thousands of people were a sea of black, forming a procession extending for hundreds of meters like a black dragon.

It was quiet and eerily terrifying. Jia Yu felt chilled to the bone and constantly felt that this place was discordant. Were all these isolated rural villages like this?

At this moment, Shen Si Xuan, also dressed in the deep purple divine robe with large black gemstones hanging on his chest, began to chant in a strange tune. Jia Yu glanced sideways at him and found Shen Si Xuan looking unusually solemn, as if he were a completely different person.

As soon as Shen Si Xuan finished chanting, everyone stood up in unison. Then the elder chanted a few more lines, the procession began to move, and everyone began to sing a mysterious, ancient tune, taking steps and scattering petals.

Looking up at the sky, he saw all kinds of petals drifting down like a grand shower of flowers. A breeze blew, and the petals danced lightly in the air, sometimes spiraling, sometimes drifting down.

The procession reached the center of the plaza. The wooden palanquin was placed under the statue, and everyone knelt in unison again. The elder stood up, holding the burning basket high, and began to chant loudly again.

After he finished chanting, he placed the burning basket in front of Jia Yu and the others. Everyone began to sing the long tune again, one by one lighting the baskets and placing them tightly together.

Until the baskets formed a large circle, surrounding Jia Yu, Shen Si Xuan, and the statue.

Jia Yu bit his lip. Surrounded by the roaring flames, he could feel the heat waves in the air and smell the special woody scent released as the baskets burned, it was somewhat similar to Si Xuan’s scent, but upon closer inspection, it was not.

Those people in black robes and red masks sang and danced around them, as if they were about to burn them as sacrifices.