Chapter 29 Our parents both agree to this marriage

Song Yiyi dodged to the side, avoiding Cen Bowen’s wandering “pig’s trotter” hand, and swung the cloth bag in her hand straight at him.

“Pervert!”

She gave him no time to react—hitting him while shouting, “Help! Somebody help! Everyone come and see—there’s a man harassing me!”

Her voice was loud.

Maybe because they were in the middle of training inside, no one came out right away. But the sentry at the gate was startled by her yelling. Naturally, he knew who Cen Bowen was, and for a moment didn’t know whose side to take.

Cen Bowen hadn’t expected Song Yiyi to hit him—and certainly not to hit with full force. The lunchboxes banged against him with a thud-thud sound; even with his years of training, the sharp corners still hurt enough to make him gasp.

“Yiyi, Yiyi, it’s me—Cen Bowen, your Bowen-ge!”

Dodging frantically, he blurted, “Stop hitting me! I’m not a pervert—I’m your Bowen-ge!”

The moment Song Yiyi heard that, she hit him even harder. She even lifted her foot to kick him. But by then Cen Bowen was ready; she only landed one kick before he started evading with skill.

“Yiyi, I know you’re angry. Can we sit down and talk about it properly?”

Cen Bowen thought she was upset because he hadn’t seen through Kang Ying, and that’s why she was lashing out. As he dodged, he explained, “It’s my fault—I should have clarified things with Kang Ying earlier. I didn’t expect that she… that she’d have those kinds of thoughts about me! I’ve always treated her like a brother!”

When she couldn’t land another hit, Song Yiyi simply stopped, panting and glaring at him.

Cen Bowen, afraid she’d launch another attack, took several steps back, standing at a cautious distance. “Yiyi, are you tired from hitting me? Do you want to come inside and rest?”

Song Yiyi let out a sharp exhale. “Get lost. I’m not here to see you—I have nothing to say to you.”

She had just put all her strength into the fight, and now she really was a bit tired. She didn’t even want to waste another word on Cen Bowen.

He didn’t believe her, rubbing his shoulder and jerking his chin toward the cloth bag. “Not here for me? Can your brother eat two meals?”

When she hit him earlier, he’d already noticed there were two lunchboxes inside—otherwise it wouldn’t have hurt so much.

Looking smug, he said, “Yiyi, I know girls are shy. I was going to come find you anyway. Let’s just say what happened before was my fault. I’ll apologize first—don’t make a fuss, alright?”

Song Yiyi looked at him with pure disgust. “Are you sick? We’re not related anymore. What, did you hide when humans were evolving? You can’t even understand human speech?”

Cen Bowen looked puzzled. “What evolution?”

He thought she was still too embarrassed to admit her feelings. Brushing nonexistent dust off his clothes, he took a step toward her.

Just as he was about to speak, his gaze froze on her face, and his expression turned tense. “Yiyi… your face… Who hit you?!”

His voice rose sharply, loud enough that even the sentry glanced over.

Ignoring him, Song Yiyi walked up to the sentry. “My brother’s not out yet?”

“No,” the sentry replied.

Song Yiyi held the cloth bag forward. “Then could you please give this to him? Tell him the bigger lunchbox is for Commissar Cen.”

The sentry looked troubled.

Cen Bowen’s voice came from behind her. “Give it to me.”

Song Yiyi clenched her teeth, resisting the urge to smash his head open. She pulled her hand back and gave the sentry a polite smile. “Never mind, I’ll just wait a bit longer.”

Whether it was military regulations about passing things in, or simply because Cen Bowen was standing nearby, the sentry didn’t dare take it. Song Yiyi didn’t want to make things difficult for the young man, so she let it go.

She walked to the farthest spot from Cen Bowen and stood quietly.

This time, afraid of provoking her, Cen Bowen didn’t come closer. Standing at a distance, he asked softly, “Yiyi, what will it take for you to forgive me?”

Without hesitation, she replied, “Die.”

Cen Bowen’s face froze. He gave an awkward cough to break the tension, then murmured, “Yiyi, even if you’re angry, you can’t just say things like that to my face.”

Inwardly, he cursed Kang Ying again. If she hadn’t gone too far, Song Yiyi wouldn’t have changed from sweet and gentle to sharp and spiteful. She used to be so well-behaved, but now every word could choke him.

Song Yiyi didn’t even spare him half a glance. “Stay away from me. Otherwise, forget saying it to your face—if you can’t hear me clearly, I can carve it onto your tombstone.”

Cen Bowen was nearly in tears. His good, obedient fiancée had been turned into a sarcastic, resentful shrew—all because of Kang Ying.

Silently, he vowed to change Song Yiyi back to the way she used to be.

Forcing a smile, he said, “Yiyi, stop it, be good. The day after tomorrow when we meet, I’ll give you a surprise.”

Song Yiyi almost rolled her eyes. “Save it for your good buddy.”

Hearing that, Cen Bowen suddenly grinned, looking a bit simple-minded. “Don’t worry—it’s just for you.”

Her fists itched again. “Are you leaving or not? If you don’t, I’ll let the whole military district know you’re harassing me.”

He quickly waved his hands. “Alright, alright, I’m going. Don’t be mad. Yiyi, just one last thing—we’re going to get married soon. Stop sulking with me. I admit I was wrong, isn’t that enough?”

Song Yiyi hadn’t expected him to still be daydreaming. “If you’ve got nothing better to do, go get your brain checked. From the way you talk, your rectum must connect straight to your head.”

She gave him a cold look. “If you say one more word, I’ll go find your little uncle and see if he’ll deal with his unfilial nephew.”

The moment Cen Bowen heard her mention Cen Yue, he bolted. If Cen Yue found out, he’d be in for a serious punishment.

Just as Song Yiyi let out a breath, Cen Bowen’s head popped back out from inside the gate, blurting anxiously, “Yiyi, calm down—our parents have already agreed to this marriage, so getting mad at me won’t change anything!”

This time, he left quickly without her even chasing him.

Song Yiyi, fed up with him, didn’t even bother to think about what he’d said. Since his brain seemed made of iron, she figured he was just spouting his usual shameless nonsense.

As soon as he was gone, another sentry returned—and with him wasn’t Gu Chengze, but Cen Yue.

Cen Yue spotted Song Yiyi and said in a flat tone, “Come here.”

Song Yiyi: “……” How many domineering-CEO pills had he swallowed?

She walked over and handed him the cloth bag. “You and my brother—”

“Take it in yourself.” Cen Yue’s face was cold, his tone stiff.

Song Yiyi: “……”

Had she been enemies with the entire Cen family in a past life?!