Chapter 21: He Will Die at Her Hands

However, the fear of weightlessness lasted only for a moment. Soon, Jiang You felt her waist tightly encircled, and something was being held in her arms while her legs were firmly clamped around something.

When she opened her eyes again, Fu Jin was doing squats, with both arms supporting her waist.

She was now straddling Fu Jin’s neck, holding his head, her hands clutching his handsome face.

Jiang You shuddered, released her hands from Fu Jin’s face, pushed his head away, and instead grabbed his shoulders.

“Uncle Fu, are you okay? I didn’t mean to do that just now, is your face alright?”

Jiang You felt sorry. It would be such a pity if such a handsome face were ruined; she hadn’t had enough of it yet.

Fu Jin let out a soft whimper, patting her thigh.

“Hm?”

She looked down to see the man frowning, his lips tightly closed, his face flushed to the color of pig liver, and his neck squeezed between her legs as he struggled to breathe.

“Sorry, sorry!” she hurriedly widened her legs.

This was bad…

Fu Jin sucked in a deep breath, feeling like he was destined to die at this girl’s hands one day.

They both stayed silent for half a minute, and then the atmosphere felt a bit off.

This position wasn’t good…

The girl was very slim, her whole body delicate and soft, like she had no bones.

His large hands wrapped around her waist, while her legs were wrapped around his neck.

A strange sensation shot through him like an electric current, and the girl’s face began to turn red, like the first bite of a ripe tomato in summer.

Fu Jin regained his rationality, clearing his throat. “I’ll squat down, you get off.”

Jiang You muttered softly, “…Okay.”

They separated, and Fu Jin adjusted his wrinkled clothes while moving his sore neck.

Jiang You lowered her head, guessing what her face must look like. But then she remembered how the man had helped her earlier, and she felt guilty for returning kindness with resentment. So, she obediently apologized.

“Uncle Fu, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it.”

Fu Jin: “It’s fine. You’re not hurt, right?”

“No, but what about you?” She lifted her head and carefully examined the man before letting out a sigh of relief. “Fortunately, your face is fine, still looks okay.”

Fu Jin’s face twitched. What did she mean by “still looks okay”? Shouldn’t she be concerned about his neck?

Little white-eyed wolf.

The man ignored her, walking straight to the fruit orchard door and pressing the doorbell.

Jiang You followed behind. “What are you doing?”

Fu Jin glanced at her. “Aren’t you here to steal peaches?”

“Huh?”

Now Jiang You felt even more embarrassed. She was probably the first to steal something so openly and confidently.

A smile passed across Fu Jin’s handsome face, but he didn’t say anything more.

Soon, a servant opened the door. He was a middle-aged man around forty, looking groggy, clearly woken up by the noise.

“Why are you here at this hour, sir?”

Fu Jin: “I wanted some fruit tonight. You go back to sleep. I’ll lock the door when I leave.”

Uncle Wu was suspicious. It was already past midnight, what fruit was there to eat?

Wait… isn’t that the Jiang family girl who moved in a few days ago?

So it’s the young lady who wants some.

No wonder…

Ah, the sir is still the same as before…

Uncle Wu: “It’s fine, you two pick what you want. I’ll watch.”

Fu Jin led Jiang You into the orchard.

On the left was a patch of peach trees, with apricot trees, figs, and grapevines on the right, along with cherries, raspberries… scattered fruits of more than twenty varieties in total.

Many were bearing fruit at this time of year, and the mixed aromas of sweet and sour fruit blended with the smells of fresh grass, flowers, and soil, filling the air with a strong, irresistible fragrance.

It was as if one woke up and then sank back into sleep amidst the fruity scent.

Jiang You swallowed instinctively; she was so hungry, she could eat a whole cow.

“Pick whatever you like,” Fu Jin said.

Uncle Wu handed over a packet of disinfecting wipes, smiling proudly, “These fruits have no pesticides. We just wipe them off and eat.”

Jiang You took the wipes and smiled brightly at the man, flashing him a quick smile.

Her smile was bright and dazzling, replacing the hidden moon.

The girl ran into a peach grove, and the man followed behind with a soft smile.

Uncle Wu couldn’t close his mouth, watching them from the front of the house.

Ah, the sir hasn’t been this happy in a long time!

The orchard had lights that Uncle Wu had turned on. Though not as bright as during the day, it was enough for illumination.

Jiang You, hungry and indiscriminate, rushed to a peach tree, plucked a large red peach, wiped it with the disinfecting wipe, and took a bite.

The texture was just right, the taste perfectly balanced between sour and sweet, and the peach fragrance was rich.

It’s said that fruit nowadays doesn’t taste like it used to; peaches don’t taste like peaches, strawberries don’t taste like strawberries, always feeling like something’s missing.

But this was the real taste, just like when she was a child.

“Is it good?” The man’s voice came from behind her.

Jiang You nodded, turning around and eagerly saying, “It’s delicious! This is what a real peach tastes like!”

Upon hearing this, Fu Jin pinched a fruit from a tree on his right and handed it to Jiang You.

“You like soft sweet peaches, so this is a cream peach. It’s sweeter and juicier, more suitable.”

The peach was small, flat, and milky white in color, with no red on it at all, just as the name described.

“Really?” Jiang You walked over and took it.

The peach was so soft it seemed like it would break with a touch. After a simple wipe, she put it in her mouth and took a bite.

“Zzz—”

The peach skin burst like a punctured pipe, and peach juice splattered everywhere, hitting the man’s face.

See? I told you it was juicy.

The man instinctively closed his eyes, and the peach juice slid down his dark eyebrows and down his cheek. Jiang You, witnessing this, forgot to chew.

The man’s Adam’s apple moved. What was happening today?

Opening his eyes, he saw the girl lightly biting the peach flesh, her little face full of embarrassment.

She and he stared at each other for three seconds, and after struggling to swallow the piece in her mouth, she hastily grabbed a tissue and wiped his face in a flurry.

“Uncle Fu, this really isn’t my fault.” She felt so wronged.

Well, it’s the peach’s fault.

The night sky stretched vast, and the cool night breeze gently brushed their faces like the fine fuzz on a peach, with a hint of red on top.

They were close, and her lips, still tasting the peach, gleamed with moisture. Her breath spread over his face, carrying the sweet peach fragrance, her eyes as clear as a deer’s, revealing a hint of nervousness. Her gaze caused the man to freeze, making everything forgivable.

For a moment, he lost himself in the fantasy.

“It’s fine.” Fu Jin grabbed the tissue, avoiding her gaze as he wiped his own face.

Jiang You finished chewing the two peaches in her hands and thought, Now it’s done, he’s mad at me again.

This man was so difficult to figure out.

It was just a little splash of juice on his face! So petty!

But this was the man she liked, so she had to spoil him no matter what.

Ah—

Jiang You hurried to catch up with the man, her tone coaxing, “Uncle Fu, you like grapes, right? Let me pick some for you!”

Fu Jin: “If you want them, pick them yourself.”

Jiang You: “I’ll pick them for you to eat.”

Fu Jin: “I don’t want any.”

“Aww—” The girl drew out her words, “It’s my way of thanking you for helping me down from the wall!”

Fu Jin glanced at her meaningfully: “You’re picking grapes from my orchard to thank me for helping you?”