Chapter 14.1 - Starting a Fire (1/2)

Translator: Superbulat

In the end, Song Mo still left.

She hadn’t seen him for five days in a row.

Tang Huan cleaned his small wooden house and waited for him at home like a little wife every day, but he never returned.

Half a month had passed since the dream started and Tang Huan began to feel anxious. She knew that Song Mo had to be on the mountain, but Jade Spring Mountain was simply too big. If Song Mo truly didn’t want to see her, even if she went to find him, Song Mo could run away from her.

Was he still angry, or he didn’t like her anymore?

Tang Huan wasn’t sure.

She had never liked anyone, let alone spent so much effort trying to please a man. Her master had said that the purpose of ‘flower picking’ was to enjoy the fun in bed. As long as the men were good at it, she shouldn’t care about anything else. She shouldn’t have to care if they placed her in their hearts, or if they would miss her after she left. Those with good skills should be ‘picked’ a few more times, while those with poor skills should never be encountered again. There were so many men in the world that there was no need to value one in particular. Tang Huan had learned how to seduce men from her master. Her master was so skilled that she had always succeeded on the first strike, so Tang Huan didn’t know how she should chase back a man who ran away in a rage.

No one had taught her, and she wasn’t good at guessing what a man thought of her when she wasn’t around him. She needed to see Song Mo in person to see through his expressions, gaze, and even movements.

Tang Huan began to prepare lunch as she fetched firewood and washed rice. She stacked a pile of firewood on the stove and lit it up.

Song Mo, you didn’t care about me, but you should care about your own house, right?

If it didn’t work out this time…

No, there were no ‘if’s. Song Mo would definitely return. As long as he was back, she would have a chance. Song Mo still had her in his heart, otherwise, he wouldn’t leave his house to someone he hated.

The fire grew bigger and bigger, and the humble wooden house soon caught fire.

Like dealing with a real fire accident, Tang Huan ran into the house and carried the food and money to the open space in the backyard, then ran back in to get the mattress and everything in the cabinets. She tossed out everything that could be carried out. When the fire got to her, she just patted it off and continued with what she was doing. As the fire grew uncontrollable and the gray smoke rose, Tang Huan smiled and lay down at the door, watching the beam on the ceiling fall onto her right leg, which she had deliberately stretched out.

If Song Mo didn’t return, she could only wait for her death.

If he was indifferent to her when he came back, then she would simply give up. If he felt bad for her, then the victory would be hers.

Tang Huan wanted to live, but she was also not afraid of death, because if she were to die, Song Mo would accompany her as well. She would still be satisfied!

She wasn’t afraid of pain. This was just a dream. Even if she became crippled or lost a limb now, if she succeeded in seducing Song Mo, she would still be alive and kicking after she woke up.

The only thing she had to do now was to seduce Song Mo. She had previously failed due to a moment of carelessness, so she could consider the pain she was feeling now as a lesson.

She would never commit the same mistake again.

Her leg was struck with a dull thud .

Tang Huan’s eyes widened with surprise. This wasn’t quite right. The beam appeared to be large, but why didn’t it hurt much when it hit her leg?

Never mind. It was better that her leg didn’t break. The burns alone were scary enough.

Tang Huan grinned as she pulled her leg out from under the beam and ran to the yard to put out the fire. She then took one final look at the house before limping out the back door.

See you later, Song Mo.

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In the past few days, Song Mo had been living out in the open.

In the summer, there was an abundance of wild vegetables and game in the woods. Although it was quite inconvenient to prepare and cook food, his mind had been muddled, and he just ate whatever he could find. After five days, his abdominal injury had healed to the point where it was no longer difficult for him to walk.

He didn’t want to return home. He didn’t want to see that woman, but whenever he was free, he couldn’t help but glance in the direction of his house.

Did he still like her?

Song Mo had no idea.

The woman was too cunning and too…indecent. When she was pretending to be unconscious and unable to move, he had dressed her nervously and embarrassedly with his eyes covered. At that time, she might have been opening her eyes and looking at him with a sly and smug smile on her face, as if she were watching a monkey show. He couldn’t help getting angry every time he remembered that scene. And all the nice things she had said to him when she was taking care of him were lies…

She said her love was true but Song Mo didn’t believe it. Whatever she had said with tears or with a smile, he couldn’t tell which were true and which were lies, so he chose not to believe a single word. Whether she was telling the truth or not, he couldn’t afford to be with such a complicated woman.

But why was it that he couldn’t sleep at night?

She was all he thought about. The sight of her squatting on the roadside crying, blushing while asking him for alms, gently taking care of him, ruthlessly killing others, looking at him with smiley eyes, shamelessly asking him to check her body himself, firmly saying that she wanted to be his woman unless she died…

It was all her in his head, giving him a headache!

With a bang , he clenched his fist and slammed it against the tree. As the rough tree bark cut through the back of his hand, there was blood oozing out of it.

Song Mo stared blankly at the blood on his hand. That day, her tears fell on his body, mixing with his blood.

He wanted to ask her if any one of her tears were genuine. One drop, even if only one drop was sincere, he was willing to believe her.

But he didn’t dare to return, didn’t dare to ask her, didn’t dare to…believe her.

Perhaps he should take another look at his house from the woods.

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