The reborn of paranoid boss cannon fodder wife(363)

Chapter 363: Drying Hair


When the second batch of appliances arrived, the washing machine was delivered first. That evening, after Xiao Wei, Bai Lu, and Xiao Cheng had taken their baths, they no longer needed to wash clothes by hand.

Before taking a bath, Bai Lu went to the old house under the chestnut tree and dug out the black plastic bag. The torpedoes inside were still there, all accounted for.

The roses in the vase had withered. After retrieving the torpedoes, Bai Lu went to the other side of the small river to cut some fresh roses. After hanging up the laundry, she began to prune the roses in the yard. She meticulously trimmed the thorns and excess leaves from the rose branches under the soft moonlight. Her delicate, pale hands transformed the thorny branches into a neat, beautiful arrangement, blooming with elegance like a young girl's face illuminated by the moonlight—radiant and incomparable.

The only thing that made the men in the yard sigh helplessly was her silky smooth long hair, which was still dripping with water. The droplets, like dewdrops gathered from mist, quietly hung at the ends of her hair, falling only when the wind blew.

After washing his hands, Xiao Cheng took a towel, sat behind the young girl, and began to dry her damp hair.

"Did you check the torpedoes?" Bai Lu, accustomed to his presence and proximity, didn't turn around. She continued pruning the rose branches as she asked.

Xiao Cheng's eyes were slightly cold, his gaze deep like ink. "They are more powerful than the ones we saw by the river."

Bai Lu suddenly turned around. Her hair moved, causing the towel in his hand to miss. He followed her movement, saying, "At least ten times more powerful."

"Snap—" The sound of the scissors cutting the rose branch was accompanied by Bai Lu's shocked voice. "What does he want to do?"

"The torpedoes used to blast fish by the river already had significant power. Now he has made ones that are ten times stronger and sent them to us…for fun? I think he wants to blow up people, not fish."

A cold light flashed in Xiao Cheng's eyes. "Ignore him."

Bai Lu's suspicions were confirmed. Without any emotion, she discarded the broken rose branch, picked up another, and continued trimming thorns and excess branches. "He wants to use us to kill, but doesn't even have sincerity… No, we won't bother with him, even if he was sincere. What important matter did he bring to you today?"

As she asked, she turned back, letting her long hair fall on the back of the chair. The wind lifted the half-dry ends of her hair. When the wind rose again, the towel wrapped around her hair, gently wiping it. Xiao Cheng's gaze softened slightly.

"Trouble from the crawler."

Speaking of the crawler, Bai Lu remembered his injured hand and looked back at his hand. Her hair slipped away again, leaving his defined hand holding the towel, still in the act of wiping.

The wound on his hand had scabbed over. His recovery speed was indeed extraordinary. He disliked bandages and wouldn’t let her wrap his wound, only allowing her to apply and change the medication. Bai Lu guessed it was because of his pride, thinking bandages would diminish his martial prowess.

After confirming the wound was healing well, Bai Lu turned back to pruning the rose branches. "Is the crawler coming to the store to cause trouble for revenge?"

"Something like that."

Xiao Cheng paused for a moment, seeing the long hair in front of him had stopped moving, he continued drying it. From unfamiliar to skilled, it only took the interrupted time, the time to prune three or two rose branches.

Bai Lu finished trimming a rose and placed it in a vase. She asked casually, "Is his method so unique that it attracted Li Jianfeng's attention?"

Xiao Cheng's tone was indifferent. "He had people buy three televisions to dismantle, pack explosives inside, and planned to return them and detonate them when there were many people."

Bai Lu was shocked, turning her head abruptly. "He’s crazy. Doing this could ruin our store’s reputation, and no one would dare to buy from us again due to safety concerns. Detonating it when there are many people is playing with lives!"

She turned so quickly this time that her hair unexpectedly brushed Xiao Cheng's face with some force. Xiao Cheng was momentarily stunned, his hand holding the towel unmoving. "That's how the crawler operates."

"Such despicable methods?" Bai Lu indignantly turned back. "Truly a crawler, devoid of conscience and humanity, not worthy of sympathy."

"How did Li Jianfeng find out?"

"He has connections in the black market." Xiao Cheng looked at the soft hair in front of him but didn't continue drying.

"Did the crawler get all his stuff from the black market?" Bai Lu turned back again. This time her hair moved lightly, not affecting Xiao Cheng's face. He raised his hand to turn her head back. "Exactly."

"Don't move."

Bai Lu finally realized that turning back and forth was causing trouble for someone drying hair for the first time. She immediately stayed still, obediently trimming the rose branches. "Did you catch him?"

Perhaps because she stopped moving, a soft "Mm" came from behind.

Bai Lu asked again, "How do you plan to deal with him?"

He didn't answer. There was no sound from behind, but the gentle movement of drying her hair continued.

The half-dead crawler suffering in the tunnel would remain a secret known only to Xiao Cheng and Li Jianfeng. Bai Lu wouldn’t know, nor did she seem to need to know. She would only ask, "Where is the crawler now?"

Xiao Cheng expected her to turn back, the brutality in his eyes momentarily hidden, his gaze returning to its usual coldness. She didn’t turn back. After asking, she stayed still. He realized her tone was not accusatory, just as gentle as usual.

Obedient and compliant, like her soft hair in his hands, touching his heart.

"Suburban tunnel."

Bai Lu had prepared to coax him into speaking but didn’t expect such a quick response. She hadn't seen the suburban tunnel in Xiao Cheng's memory, but considering the crawler’s actions, repeatedly provoking him was asking for death, with no good end.

Xiao Wei, inside, watched martial arts movies and worked on his summer homework—writing a diary. As long as there wasn’t an argument, he ignored everything else.

Bai Lu finished trimming the last pink rose and placed it in the vase. She gently brushed the leaves off her lap. "Ah Cheng, I have something to discuss with you."

The hair-drying paused. "It’s about our future," she explained softly. "Let’s go to the room and talk."

Under the bright moonlight, the man's eyes were as dark as ink, revealing no emotion, neither joy nor sorrow. His breath seemed to freeze at a point, with only the hand drying her hair never pausing.

Bai Lu, unable to wait for an answer, quickly kissed him. "Can you wait for me in the room? I'll sweep the leaves into the trash and come back."

Xiao Cheng's scattered thoughts focused on the soft touch on his lips. He looked at her silently. Her eyes were always so clear, pure, and untainted, seeing everything clearly.

Just like now, in the crescent moon-like smile of her eyes, was his contemplative face.

Xiao Cheng sighed softly, standing up. "I’ll get the broom."

Bai Lu smiled brightly, quickly putting the vase back by the TV, and went to get the dustpan. Sweeping together made her so happy, Xiao Wei couldn’t understand. Even a small amount of trash needed two people to sweep and throw away together.

Going back to the room together, before closing the door, Bai Lu kindly said goodnight to him. "Xiao Wei, we’re going to sleep now. You should sleep soon too, don’t stay up too late~"