Chapter 68 part2

If You Are a Dodder Flower Chapter 68 part2

But it didn’t really matter to Xia Rou; she didn’t really like alcohol that much. Within the last three or four years, she had only touched alcohol twice in total.

One time she was in a bad mood and got so drunk she didn’t remember anything that happened that night. The other time, she was in such a good mood that she seemed high, grabbing on to Cao Yang and acting crazy in front of him.

Every since then, she had abstained. She didn’t dare to get that drunk and spout such nonsense again.

Cao Yang took a glance at her. He didn’t want her to drink because he didn’t want to see her cry. Most of all, he didn’t want others to see her crying face.

Her unhappiness, the depressed look on her face: it was enough that he knew.

He handed her a health drink he’d ordered earlier. It was supposed to increase vitality and nourish the blood: “Drink this.”

Xia Rou was busy chatting with Wei Qi, a waterproof case on her phone.

She stared at her phone and didn’t even look away as she grabbed the cup with one hand and took two sips. She put the cup down on the stones beside the pool and continued to send text messages with full attention.

She didn’t even say thank you! Translated by The Novelst

Cao Yang: “…”

He felt his patience was running out.

He tried to control his temper and moved back to his original seat, soaking in the hot water. But his eyes were still drawn to that damn little girl…

Cao Bin had only had a few drinks with Cao An when his phone rang from beside the pool. He climbed out of the pool and put on his bathrobe and headed to the corridor so he could take the phone call in warmth.

After he finished speaking, he came back and placed his phone on top of the small table.

He went to take off his bathrobe, looking at his siblings. Cao An was against the pool, drinking on his own. Cao Yang was staring fixedly in one direction, and his gaze seemed to be centered on…

He followed the direction of Cao Yang’s gaze and saw Xia Rou lying on the warm stones by the pool, texting on her phone.

She was in a two-piece swimsuit, half her body outside of the water. A section of her small waist was peeking out; it moved slightly to the beat of the faint music.

Cao Bin was stunned.

He looked at Cao Yang again and their eyes met.

The brothers looked at each other for a few seconds and Cao Bin turned away.

The second day, they went hunting.

The world was only snow and ice, everything a blinding white. The convertible SUV left two deep trails behind it as it chased the goat pack running before them.

Xia Rou was wearing a pair of goggles and had armored herself in outdoor thermal clothing. She was in the same car as Cao Yang and Cao Bin, looking out the back of the car.

Xia Rou had always lacked interest in the sport, but she couldn’t stand against the desires of the men of the Cao Family.

There were quite a few available hunting grounds in the country, but they liked West Xinjiang the most, and they liked to travel there in winter.

Though they said these were wild animals, they were actually raised by workers in the hunting grounds. Cao Yang and the others seemed to think that cold animals were wilder compared to animals from other places; it was exciting to hunt in this area, which was why they came so frequently.

Xia Rou had been there before, too, so she just followed them around. She just needed to be warm, and that was it.

Cao Yang and the others were obviously enjoying themselves.

Cao Bin was driving their car and Cao Yang was standing on the seat, his arms pressed against the windshield. Bang! A gunshot sounded, and far away a burst of blood spattered the pack of goats.

In the other car, Cao Xing did not hold back and another gunshot sounded and another goat was felled.

Red expanded slowly on to the snow-covered ground.

After they had hunted enough, they stowed their equipment in the trunk and walked back.

On the road, Cao Yang asked Cao Bin to stop the car.

Far away, there was a wild chicken standing on top of a pile of snow. It looked very vivid.

“Xiao Rou, come here!” Cao Yang instructed, passing the gun to her. “Do you still remember how to do it?”

“Yes,” nodded Xia Rou. Translated by The Novelst

As a child of the Cao Family, Xia Rou was no stranger to guns. They visited the shooting range in the far reaches of the capital often on the weekends.

“Be careful. The recoil on this gun is strong,” Cao Yang said, enveloping her in his arms and helping her steady the heavy gun.

Xia Rou didn’t like to hunt large animals like wild goats. She couldn’t bear to shoot them, but towards chickens she found herself far more capable. That was why Cao Yang would find these small animals that weren’t so cute for her to hunt.

Cao Bin took the chance to light a cigarette.

He turned his head to the side and glanced at his brother, taking in the way he was nearly cuddling Xia Rou’s whole body in his arms, his brows furrowing unnoticeably…

Proofread by: Hannah