That Stupid, Pretentious Young Master Deserves To Be Punished - Chapter 9

Shen Si Xuan hugged Jia Yu from behind and kissed the top of his head, cooing, “Alright, Wife, if you have finished the candy, your husband will make more for you.”

Jia Yu could not stand it anymore. This guy could not possibly think that because he had slept with him, he could treat him like a woman. He jabbed him with his elbow. “Get lost.”

Life had become like that of an elderly person; Jia Yu had never lived such a healthy, regulated life, and he rarely came into contact with anyone. He had even started to find Shen Si Xuan tolerable; truly, when one sees too few people, even a dog starts to look handsome.

In the afternoon, several children came to play in the bamboo forest not far from Jia Yu. Every time Jia Yu asked them to come closer so he would have to walk less, the children would shrink back, not daring to approach. Jia Yu had no choice but to condescend and bring the candy to them.

“Jia Xi, why are you so late today?”

Jia Xi, about eleven or twelve years old, was the best at Mandarin among the children. He was dark skinned and thin, with large eyes and black and white pupils, dressed in a black robe like a little black monkey.

“Mother, my homework was not finished, and I was scolded by Mother, so I came late.”

Jia Xi tugged at the corner of his clothes, a flush of red appearing on his dark skin. He looked at Jia Yu shyly, his large eyes filled with mist.

Jia Yu had not expected this broken, remote village, with no village in front and no shop behind, to actually have a school.

Jia Yu had forgotten that children still needed to go to school.

His brain whirred, and a brilliant idea suddenly popped into his mind.

Jia Yu put on what he considered a sufficiently kind smile and said, “How about this? In the future, come to me if you have any homework you do not understand. If it is Mandarin, I can even teach you a little.”

The group of five or six children looked at Jia Yu, and upon hearing this, they suddenly lowered their heads like little quail, making strange gestures with their hands and muttering in their local dialect.

Jia Yu got a headache seeing them like this. The people in these mountains were so feudal and superstitious; they were incredibly ignorant. Jia Yu frowned impatiently. “Stop bowing. What, am I not even allowed to teach you to read?”

The children were clearly anxious, explaining in a mix of broken Mandarin and their local dialect.

“No, no, Mother, we are just afraid of troubling you.”

Jia Yu forced on a benevolent smile. “That is more like it. Children are the flowers of the motherland. From now on, bring your homework here every day.”

“Here, obedient children get candy.” Jia Yu pulled a bag of white cube sugar from his bag and handed it to Jia Xi. “Jia Xi, you all share it.”

Jia Xi looked at Jia Yu, tears welling in his eyes, and he hurriedly lowered his head to make gestures. The other children, seeing this, followed suit.

Jia Yu’s head began to ache again, so he hurriedly stopped them. “Enough, enough. It is nothing spectacular; do not act like this. If you do it again, I will not give you candy next time.”

The children’s attitudes became even more respectful, as if they wanted to crawl into the dirt.

“Sorry, Mother, did we make you angry?”

Jia Xi was so anxious that tears were about to fall. He had never seen such a beautiful person as Mother. It was as if he had walked down from an altar, shining. His skin was so white, his eyelashes were like butterfly wings, and he was so good looking that even the drawings in picture books were not as beautiful as Mother.

Mother was also very kind, giving them candy like an angel, and his voice was like a clear mountain spring, always speaking to them so gently.

Such a good Mother had been angered by them; Jia Xi felt guilty and uneasy.

“Sorry, Mother, I will definitely bring my homework next time.”

Only then did Jia Yu show a genuine smile. “That is more like it. Bring more, bring all your books.”

After returning, Jia Yu was so happy he could not help but hum a little tune.

The moment he pushed the door open, he was embraced tightly. The familiar scent of wood made Jia Yu frown, and his good mood vanished instantly.

“Wife, is playing with those little brats that fun, you were smiling so beautifully,” Shen Si Xuan kissed Jia Yu’s cheek, his hand sliding into the robe, his voice sour. “I am jealous. Why do you not give me a good look, Wife? I am so jealous.”

As he spoke, he caught Jia Yu’s mouth and began to kiss him.

Jia Yu pushed him away and wiped his mouth. “Do not bother to look at yourself in the mirror; why should I give you a good look? Are you worthy? Hmm?” He patted Shen Si Xuan’s face, the sound crisp.

“Is that so, Wife?” Shen Si Xuan extended the tip of his tongue, licked the saliva on his index finger, and looked at Jia Yu provocatively. “But, Wife, that is not what you said here.”

“You!” Jia Yu wanted to curse, but his lips were blocked in the next second. His heart beat fast, his whole body flushed a beautiful pink, and he tugged at Shen Si Xuan’s black hair. “Mm, get lost.” Then, red and heart palpitating sounds of wet kisses echoed.

“Wife, you are so sweet.” Shen Si Xuan wiped his mouth with his fingertips, his eyes filled with a beastly red glow, and then he stuck his index finger into Jia Yu’s mouth. “Wife, taste it yourself. Your husband did not lie to you.”

A dangerous glint flashed in Jia Yu’s eyes. He swiped that hand away, grabbed Si Xuan by the throat, and flipped over to ride on top of him. “Keep it to taste yourself, you slut.”

As he spoke, he leaned down and bit Shen Si Xuan’s shoulder fiercely. In the heat of the moment, he furrowed his brows, physiological tears leaking from the corners of his eyes, and delivered a slap. “Be gentle.”

In this small village, the biggest difficulty was the lack of internet. Jia Yu had nothing to do all day, and recently, he had even started reading, something he could never have imagined before.

He searched the entire village but could not find the human headed snake statue; only a blurry statue of a male god stood in the plaza.

Rummaging through his memories, he wondered, could it have been a dream sent by a god?

Refusing to believe it, he went to the plaza to look again.

The attire worn here was a moon white jacket and robe, embroidered with delicate totems. The robe reached Jia Yu’s ankles, wrapping him up completely.

He wore several layers of dark red gemstone necklaces around his neck, a pair of dark red agate earrings, a water droplet shaped red gemstone on his forehead, and various gemstone rings on his fingers.

By all accounts, wearing such a large amount of jewelry should have looked opulent. But these gemstones had archaic, primitive shapes, revealing an ancient and mysterious aura, which instead gave Jia Yu an air of divinity, like a priest.

Jia Yu did not understand why he had to be dressed this way every time he went out. Shen Si Xuan stared at Jia Yu with hot eyes, sucking on his lips several times, only saying: “Wife, you look good like this.”

Jia Yu raised an eyebrow. “What, I am not presentable unless I wear these things?”

Shen Si Xuan smiled and coaxed: “Wife, you look good even when you are wearing nothing at all.”

Hearing this, Jia Yu curled his lips in mockery. “That is all you have in that brain of yours.”

Walking through the village, the local villagers dressed in black robes were all very respectful to Jia Yu. They would only glance at him before lowering their heads, making strange hand gestures, muttering to themselves, and bowing respectfully.

It was awkward. Jia Yu could not understand them and only said coldly: “I am not dead yet. Tell them to stop bowing to me.”

Shen Si Xuan laughed from behind: “Wife, you are their Mother; that is why they are like this.”

Hearing this, Jia Yu’s face turned dark. “Your whole family is the Mother.”

“You were born to be the Father, but unfortunately, due to a twist of fate, I have been replacing you for so many years. According to tradition, once you return, I should step down. Wife, are you willing to become the Father?”

He had absolutely no intention of having any connection with this village. If he became this inexplicable Village Chief, would he not be tied to this backward village for the rest of his life? Naturally, he was unwilling.

“I am not willing. Do not bring up this topic a second time.”

Although he had expected this result, Si Xuan still had to persuade Shen Jia Yu. Without the divine power of the Frontier God to sustain him, Shen Jia Yu would likely not live past 30. Furthermore, he could not worship the Shen family’s ghosts and gods while simultaneously drawing power from the Frontier God. Southern Xinjiang could not be without a Father.

“Since you gave the position of the Shen family to me, I must naturally give the position here to you. Everything must return to its proper course; this is the only correct way.”

“I do not care for it; if you like it, it is all yours.” Jia Yu turned around, unwilling to say more.

Shen Si Xuan hugged his waist from behind, turning his head to touch his face with his lips. “Wife, do not be so willful. Southern Xinjiang is such a large place with hundreds of millions of subjects; they all need you. If you really are unwilling, then I will leave the Shen family and stay here with you, but you must stay here until you are 30.”

“Heh,” Jia Yu let out a cold snort. “What am I, a big deal? With hundreds of millions of subjects needing me? Do not use your feudal, evil customs to constrain me; I will not obediently stay here for four years.”

However, no matter how unwilling Jia Yu was, he was still forced by Shen Si Xuan to learn those strange characters and the complicated set of sacrificial rituals.

After learning for three days, Jia Yu quit. His brain felt fried; this set was comparable to the Shen family’s, and the complexity was neck and neck. He immediately proposed returning to City A. Shen Si Xuan kissed his mouth.

“Finish two months of sacrifices; at least save up some strength before leaving.”

Strength my ass. You can stay in this broken Southern Xinjiang and dance for the gods your whole life!

He secretly collected all the information here, preparing to find his own way back to City A. His pride would not allow him to lower his head and beg that dog Si Xuan. He would rather die standing than live kneeling.

Jia Yu’s few playmates here were the children in the village. They had learned Mandarin, even if it was broken, so Jia Yu could communicate a little. The other villagers spoke gibberish, so there was no hope there.

He wracked his brains, trying different ways to coax them, wanting to pry information out of their mouths. Jia Yu had never had to coax anyone in his life; he had no choice but to recall Gu Beici, the childhood friend who was best at coaxing people. Every time he finished, he felt disgusted with himself.

“Is there any of that white candy you made for me last time?” Jia Yu sat on the recliner, crossed his legs, and kicked Shen Si Xuan with the tip of his toe.

That foot was smooth, white, and fair, with clear joints and toes like pink pearls, like fine jade, with a soft glow.

Shen Si Xuan grabbed that foot and planted a kiss on it.

Jia Yu shuddered, cursing: “Are you not disgusting!”

He wiped it off in disgust with one of Shen Si Xuan’s outer robes, then tossed it casually on the ground.

Shen Si Xuan curled his lips into a smile. “Wife, is there any part of you I have not tasted? Why would it be disgusting to taste something of yours?”

Jia Yu’s face turned from pale to red. Embarrassed and angry, he stood on the chair, his entire body trembling. This dog was openly provoking him. After a long while, he managed to squeeze out: “How can there be such a disgusting thing as you!”

He clenched his fists, swearing to get back at him fiercely, to get back at him ten times, a hundred times over!