Chapter 5

This trip to the street was for buying delicious food for the general, so he lowered his head and sniffed the purple-skin fruit, asking Fang Fang, “Does the general like it?”

“What did I just hear? ‘Does the general like it?’” A voice thick with mockery rang out.

Su Ling turned around. The one who had spoken was the eldest young master of the Su family, Su Qingyu, with the second young master Su Qingxiang standing beside him.

Both were betas. Although they were not precious omegas, as sons of the Su family head, their status was far more valuable than Su Ling’s.

Su Ling was puzzled. Why were the two young masters speaking to him? Didn’t the book say they despised the original owner, held themselves high, and never paid him any attention?

Second Young Master Su Qingxiang crossed his arms over his chest, gaze full of disdain, looking as if he were watching a good show.

Su Qingyu gave a cold snort. “Su Ling, oh Su Ling, in just one night you’ve already been tamed into complete obedience? No, wait—a cheap slut like you who throws yourself at people and still no one wants you can only make others feel sick and want to vomit.”

At first Su Qingyu hadn’t recognized Su Ling. In his impression, Su Ling was a filthy, snot-nosed slug. The person in front of him, however, gave off a clean feeling.

This was simply unbelievable! The eternally dejected Su Ling had actually changed after marrying the general? He was actually buying fruit in a lighthearted, happy manner? Su Qingyu felt displeased. “So you can only settle for a cripple. Am I right? Tsk tsk tsk, didn’t expect you to be this capable.”

Su Ling understood what he meant—he had heard similar words just yesterday. He felt agitated and a little wronged. How could they say such unbearable things out loud? He hadn’t provoked them. Why did they have to humiliate him like this?

Su Ling kept his head down and said nothing. Su Qingyu grew even more arrogant, suddenly leaning close and lowering his voice. “Yo, admitting it? Didn’t expect you to be this slutty—truly cheap.”

Su Qingyu greatly envied his younger brother Su Qingluan for being an omega who could marry the youngest and most promising General Pei You. After Pei You became paralyzed, Su Qingluan had cried and made a scene at home nonstop. Su Qingyu felt as if he had vented a stifled breath—it was refreshing.

But even if Pei You was paralyzed and Su Qingluan didn’t want him, and he himself didn’t want him either—that was still General Pei You! Letting a snot-nosed slug stick to him was extremely grating!

He asked viciously, “How does a cripple taste? Can a cripple satisfy you?”

“Are you sick?” Su Ling shoved Su Qingyu away hard. His face flushed red with anger, eyes wide and round, voice rapid as he cursed, “You’re a psycho!”

He didn’t know how to refute properly. In his extreme anger he could only manage to call the man a psycho.

Su Qingyu hadn’t expected Su Ling to have the guts to curse him. Rage surged upward. “Little bitch dares to curse me? Don’t want to live anymore? If this young master doesn’t give you a beating today, I won’t bear the surname Su!” He rolled up his sleeves, ready to strike.

Su Ling, who had always been an excellent student in both character and academics, had never encountered a situation like this. He subconsciously took a step back. There was some fear in his heart, yet he refused to show weakness. “You’re unreasonable! You’re sick!”

“Ka-ka-ka-ka, ka-ka.” The sound of mechanical operation rang in his ears. Fang Fang’s arm transformed into a particle gun in the blink of an eye. The square robot blocked in front of Su Ling, gun muzzle aimed at Su Qingyu. “Madam of the General, please select the attack intensity and issue the attack command.”

The shopkeeper scrambled under the table in one roll, hands shaking in terror. This country bumpkin was fucking a rich tycoon! Please don’t start a fight in the shop—the little store can’t take it!

Su Ling was stunned. There was no such plot in the book. Why was Fang Fang protecting him? Wasn’t it only supposed to obey the general’s orders?

“What the hell did you little bitch do? Why is the general’s robot protecting you? Did you seduce the general? I know—you threatened the general! You must have threatened him! You man-hungry slut!” Su Qingyu burned with rage, cursing like a madman. He didn’t believe Su Ling had the guts to attack him, but Fang Fang’s actions infuriated him beyond endurance.

With Fang Fang present, Su Ling’s confidence rose, and his mind became more flexible. Unwilling to entangle further with this unreasonable psycho, he lowered his voice and said, “Eldest Young Master Su, do you want the entire Nalan Star to know about the substitute marriage? Think about the public condemnation the Su family would face. Think about how the family head would deal with you.”

Su Qingyu glared at Su Ling unwillingly, teeth grinding with a creaking sound, as if he wanted to bite the person in front of him to death in one mouthful.

Su Ling grabbed Fang Fang’s arm. “Fang Fang, let’s go.” He needed to go back and ask the general why Fang Fang had protected him.

After Su Ling left, Su Qingyu kicked the purple-skin fruit until it burst. Still not satisfied, he smashed half the fruit shop before stopping. Su Qingxiang watched him make a scene without intervening.

Su Qingyu was nothing but a local ruffian, without even half the bearing of a young master from a prestigious family. Su Qingxiang was a venomous snake—something even worse than Su Qingyu. Su Ling thought gloomily that the entire Su family was a mental hospital; there wasn’t a single normal person inside.

May the God of Transmigration protect me—please don’t let me run into any more Su family members!

When Su Ling returned to the general’s house by hover car, he suddenly felt that this cold, austere building made him feel safe.

If Fang Fang hadn’t been there today, he would have inevitably been beaten up by Su Qingyu. Su Ling thought: it must have been the general who gave Fang Fang the order, right? Was the general secretly protecting him?

Su Ling felt a little happy. Humming an unknown tune, he began stewing soup—chicken soup.

Though this “chicken” only looked fifty percent like a chicken. What was it called again? Su Ling had forgotten. So it was a chicken.

He also steamed an egg custard, made a portion of fish-slice congee, and for dessert prepared a rich, fragrant mousse cake—nutritious and easy to digest.

What good was it for the general to neither eat nor drink and only rely on nutrient solution? Although nutrient solution could maintain bodily functions and was convenient, it was not beneficial for recovery. No wonder the later general had wasted away into a skeleton frame—it truly ruined his beautifully lined muscles.

He should eat more fresh food, supplement nutrition, nourish his body until it was strong and healthy, then stand up and blind the villains’ eyes.

Su Ling was very satisfied with his cooking. Color, aroma, and taste were all present—it would definitely make the general drool. He divided each dish into two portions, arranged them on trays, and carried them to the general’s room.

“I’ll eat together with you. Eating alone isn’t as tasty.” Su Ling didn’t notice that he had stopped using honorifics and was no longer awkward.

He set up a small table by the general’s bedside, arranged the food properly, and looked up—only to find the general slightly narrowing his eyes, gaze full of threat! As if saying: Don’t even think about forcing me to eat, or I won’t let you off.

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