Chapter 30.1 - Who Are You? (1/3)

Translator: Superbulat

T/N: Posting two chapters this week because I received kofi and we are about to end this dream!!

In the middle of the night, of course, Song Mo would not discuss bedly affairs between a man and a woman with his niece, much less let her help him again. Since she was wriggling around disobediently, he hugged her tightly and forced her to quickly fall asleep.

In fact, he didn’t have to force Tang Huan.

Helping him tonight was merely a preparation for her future plans. Now that her arm was sore, she had no intention of serving him anymore. She was a ‘flower picking thief’; what she wanted was her own pleasure, and the methods she had learned was also to conquer a man as soon as possible when she ‘picked flowers’, not to work so hard and watch as the man ejaculate in satisfaction.

Song Mo wrapped his arms around her, so she obediently nestled in his arms and fell into a deep sleep.

It was easy to be unscrupulous when they couldn’t see each other in the dark, but when the daylight came, they had to face the embarrassment caused by what had happened during the night.

Song Mo didn’t dare to look at his niece at all. Even if she didn’t understand that kind of thing, he was ashamed of himself. Moreover, he had touched and kissed her, which was not something an uncle should do to his niece. She had told him that she liked him and was willing, but he couldn’t shake his guilty conscience. He was afraid that if she stopped liking him one day, she would remember what had happened last night and hate him.

It wasn’t until he realized that his niece wasn’t pestering him like she usually did that Song Mo looked at her suspiciously and nervously, only to see her lowering her head with a depressed look.

“What’s wrong, Jinzhi? Does your stomach hurt?” he asked worryingly, forgetting the absurdity of the previous night for a moment.

Tang Huan shook her head. “No. I’ve finished eating. Uncle, you can go to the field right after you eat. I’ll wash the dishes later,” she said with her head down, got up, and went to the west room.

Song Mo was dumbfounded. Was his niece upset?

But regarding such matters, he couldn’t chase after her and coax her like he did when Dong Minghua made her angry the last time.

After washing the dishes, Song Mo took a glance at the door curtain of the west room before leaving the house with mixed feelings.

At noon, Tang Huan brought him lunch as usual, but she only brought his. She had already eaten at home. When Song Mo ate, she sat far away from him. When he asked her a question, she answered; when he didn’t, she stared at a distance in silence. After he finished eating, she quickly packed up and left.

Song Mo was flustered.

When they went to bed at night, she didn’t get into his arms like she used to. Although they still slept under the same covers, she slept with her back to him. The strange thing was that Song Mo had been fine sleeping alone for the past twenty years, but now that his niece had stopped hugging him, he actually felt empty and uncomfortable. He wanted to talk to her. He opened his mouth several times, but he couldn’t hear his own voice.

In such silence, the dark night seemed to have grown interminably long.

The next few days were the same for both of them. Tang Huan was always cold, and Song Mo never dared to ask.

All the wheat had finally been harvested, and Tang Huan’s period would end tomorrow.

At night, she brought her blanket from the west room, and while laying down the blanket, she said with her head down, “Uncle, I will try to sleep by myself tonight. If I can sleep well and am no longer afraid, I will move back to my room tomorrow night. Sleeping with uncle all of the time is…not very convenient.”

Song Mo stood on the ground, looked down at his feet, and gave an “Mhm”.

What could he say? Ask her to stay?

He was the one who said that they couldn’t be together, and he was the one who said that he didn’t like her.

After lying down, they turned their backs on each other.

Song Mo felt as if something was stuck in his chest.

Tonight was the last night he slept in the same room as his niece. She was mad at him, she was going to move back to her room, she hadn’t spoken to him intimately in several days, and perhaps, she would continue to treat him this way in the future.

Wasn’t this exactly what he wished for? He was her uncle, and she was his niece. She had said that she liked him, and he had told her not to think of such things. Now that his niece had changed, why was he feeling unhappy? Could it be that he still wanted to hold her to sleep every night? Sooner or later, she would marry someone else, and sooner or later, she would lie in another man’s arms and help that man…

Song Mo rolled over in annoyance. In front of him, his niece’s shoulder was exposed outside the blanket, appearing frail under the bright moonlight.

It was their final night together…

He couldn’t stop himself from reaching out and grabbing her blanket, attempting to cover her up.

As soon as Tang Huan noticed his movements, she moved away from him, wrapped herself in the blanket, and said fearfully, “Uncle, g-go to sleep. Don’t, don’t touch me, okay?”

Song Mo’s hand froze in mid-air, and he felt as if someone had punched him hard in the chest.

She was terrified of him and refused to let him touch her. What did she think of him? He only wanted to cover her with the blanket.

“Jinzhi, Uncle-”

Tang Huan hid under the blanket and covered her head, refusing to listen.

Song Mo closed his eyes and clenched his fists.

Forget it. Since she was unwilling to listen to his explanation, they should just keep going on like this. At most, he would avoid staying at home during the day so that he wouldn’t get in her way.

The next day, Song Mo buried himself in the work of threshing the harvested wheat. When he returned home in the evening, he discovered she had moved back to her room.

During dinner, she only briefly mentioned moving back to her room and never spoke again. He returned to his room and lay down on the bed stove. He felt that missing her made him feel more exhausted than a long day at work.

She was walking around outside, boiling water, moving the wooden tub, and getting ready to take a bath.

In the past, he would naturally help her in filling the tub with water, but now, even if he had no other intentions, she would probably be afraid of letting him in, wouldn’t she? Perhaps, she’d lock the door from the inside as well? In her heart, he was no longer the reliable uncle, but a rogue who bullied her, right?

Song Mo really regretted it. If he had persisted for a little longer that night, the two of them would not have gotten into such a state.