Farm Girl Turns Everything Around: Sly Husband, Let's Farm

Chapter 269: 269: Don’t Dirty Your Hands

Qiao Xiaomai, who has been closely watching him, let out a sigh of relief upon seeing this.

Tong Sanlang was unaware of Qiao Xiaomai’s thoughts. He returned the cup to Qiao Xiaomai and looked down at the wound on her thigh.

The bleeding had stopped and in the short time it took to finish two cups of water, the gruesome-looking wound had already scabbed over and the split skin had healed.

He breathed a sigh of relief, “Does it still hurt?”

“Nope.” Qiao Xiaomai shook her head.

“I will put a dressing on it for you. You need to put on a show for the next few days.” he said as he stood up and went to look for the first aid kit once more.

Unlike just now, his actions were much calmer this time.

Qiao Xiaomai watched his broad back, she too filled a cup with water and sipped at it slowly.

Naturally, she avoided the spot where Tong Sanlang had drunk from.

Tong Sanlang returned swiftly with a clean piece of silk cloth. Seeing Qiao Xiaomai sipping water from the cup, he somewhat awkwardly touched his nose.

He bent down and, knowing the wound was no longer painful, consciously lightened his touch when he saw the long scab.

Looking at his side profile, Qiao Xiaomai asked suddenly, “Did you want to kill the Sun Family matron for trying to pull down your pants in public?”

Tong Sanlang froze at her words, his hands momentarily paused.

The incident was so awkward that even now he wished he could hide his face with a cloth.

“No.” He tried to maintain a calm expression, not letting his embarrassment show.

“Why not?” Qiao Xiaomai pressed.

“At the time, 1 wished I could kill her with a single strike, but after calming down, 1 realized her crime wasn’t deserving of death.” Tong Sanlang answered honestly.

“Have you ever killed anyone?” Qiao Xiaomai asked again.

“No. Although I am the young master of Tingfeng Pavilion, 1 only took up this position this year and haven’t been out on a mission yet.”

Qiao Xiaomai, upon hearing this, put her cup back and her small face broke into a soft smile, “Then you don’t have to kill the Sun matron either.”

Tong Sanlang glanced at her, “What if the emperor and soldier Cen Hong behave in the same way? It’s better to eliminate her, to remove the threat.”

“Don’t dirty your hands for her lowly life.”

“She’s not worth it.”

Upon his words, Tong Sanlang couldn’t help but look at her again.

She gazed back at him with her clear, sparkling eyes. The area around her eyes was slightly reddish.

He bent his head down again, “1 sincerely wish to do something for you.”

“You’re already helping.”

Instead of letting Tong Sanlang kill, she would rather put up with the repugnant Sun matron temporarily.

How could she bear to let such a youth dip his hands in fresh blood?

“Listen to me. The Sun matron has been brazen and arrogant for decades. If she dies too easily, it’ll be too merciful. I want her to live, to continue living painfully. That’s the only way I’ll feel better, understand?”

Tong Sanlang remained silent, he carefully bandaged her wound, smearing the surrounding blood on the silk cloth, staining it with blotches of blood.

This wouldn’t arouse any suspicion.

“Have you remembered what I said?” Qiao Xiaomai asked, knitted her brows slightly.

Tong Sanlang sat down on the small bed, “You despise her greatly.”

“That’s why I will torment her every day. It’s too merciful to let her die easily.” Qiao Xiaomai said, reached out to grasp Tong Sanlang’s shoulder, and with a stern face and direct gaze, she earnestly urged, “You mustn’t kill her, understand?”

Tong Sanlang met her gaze, his countenance calm, “I don’t mind.”

“But it matters to me. Tormenting her is the joy of my life. You must not deprive me of that joy.” Qiao Xiaomai’s small face turned angry deliberately.

“So, how do you plan to torture her?”

“Whatever she cares about most, I will trample on that. Such as Sun Junyan..”