I raised my nemesis into my husband

Chapter 51.2

Editor: Princess

When Aunt Xu was still in S City, she had worked in makeup and styling for several years, hence creating a pomegranate flower god was effortless for her.

Ning Sheng was held down while she applied light makeup, and she even added hair extensions.

Xu Ling, Lu Peng, and Li Haoyue each grabbed a stool and sat watching him.

The tables had turned. Previously, he had forced these three to go to the hair salon to dye their hair, and now it was their turn to torment him.

Lu Peng rested his chin on his hand, suddenly understanding the joy his neighbor’s little sister found in playing with dolls.

“Almost done.” Aunt Xu brought over a red pomegranate flower hair ornament. “So beautiful. We chose the right person.”

Ning Sheng felt like he had fallen into a wolf’s den. Everyone in front of him had green lights glowing in their eyes.

“Done, done.” Aunt Xu answered a phone call then pushed over a pile of gold jewelry hurriedly. “I need to go to the market. You help Ning Ning put these on.”

Ning Sheng: “Do I have shoes?”

“No shoes.” Aunt Xu said. “Later Dog Xu… Xu Ling will carry you on his back.”

Ning Sheng: “…”

Ning Sheng: “……..”

“Hold this pomegranate carefully, don’t drop it.” Aunt Xu instructed. “This is our town’s biggest pomegranate this year. It’s very important. You’ll hold this tonight.”

Ning Sheng: “Okay.”

This task was actually quite simple.

Such a round pomegranate, it looked quite delicious too.

Aunt Xu left, and Ning Sheng leaned back in his chair, holding the pomegranate, sitting lazily while glaring at each person in front of him.

“Don’t tell anyone!” Ning Sheng said.

Xu Ling: “Heaven knows, earth knows, you know, I know.”

Li Haoyue also made a gesture of zipping his mouth shut.

“Princess, you’re very beautiful.” Lu Peng said. “Too amazing.”

“Where are all these accessories from?” Xu Ling rummaged through the pile. “I can’t understand any of them.”

“Bracelets, ankle bracelets, waist chains…” Li Haoyue read Aunt Xu’s note.

“Princess already has gold bracelets.” Xu Ling said. “So let’s skip the hand bracelets.”

“Give me the ankle chains.” Xu Ling reached out.

Li Haoyue took apart two gold chains and passed them over to Xu Ling, who caught them and half-knelt by the chair.

“Come, I’ll put them on for you.” He said.

Ning Sheng glanced at him sideways: “Hmph.”

Then sitting in the chair, he lifted his leg slightly, causing the high-slit dress to slide backward.

Ning Sheng: “…”

His face reddened slightly. He covered the dress with both hands, feeling both shy and annoyed, then looked up to see Xu Ling laughing at him.

“Get lost.” Ning Sheng kicked him.

Xu Ling: “…”

Xu Ling begged for mercy: “Don’t kick, don’t kick!”

Xu Ling: “I won’t laugh anymore.”

He grasped that section of snow-white ankle and fastened the gold chain, his ears turning somewhat red.

“Flower god, let’s take a photo together.” Lu Peng opened the selfie camera.

Ning Sheng looked thoughtful.

“Give me scissors.” Ning Sheng said.

Lu Peng went to get them.

“Give me a bedsheet.” Ning Sheng added.

The silly one went to get it.

“What do you need these for?” Xu Ling was helping him put on the waist chain, slowly tightening it along his waistline.

Ning Sheng kicked him again.

His eyeliner had been deepened and he was wearing thin red-toned eyeshadow. When he looked at people sideways, there was a coldness and allure he wasn’t aware of himself.

Xu Ling’s ears grew even redder.

The scissors and bedsheet arrived. Ning Sheng cut three pieces of fabric, one for each person.

“Wear them.” Ning Sheng told them. “If you don’t wear, I’ll beat you to death.”

Xu Ling: “…”

Li Haoyue: “…”

Lu Peng: “I want Dog Xu’s piece. His fabric is bigger.”

Hearing that there was a little flower god at home, Xu Ling’s stepfather came home first.

And by the stone table in the courtyard, three primitive men wearing only bedsheets were playing cards.

“King bomb.” Lu Peng played his cards. “This pomegranate is really delicious.”

Li Haoyue: “Can’t beat it. The pomegranate is good.”

Xu Ling was distracted: “Mm, it’s very sweet.”

“Where’s Ning Ning?” Xu Ling’s stepfather asked.

Xu Ling: “Video calling his grandmother.”

He kept glancing over from time to time, his mind not on the cards, losing miserably.

Xu Ling’s stepfather: “…What are guys you eating?”

Xu Ling: “The pomegranates on the table.”

Xu Ling: “…”

Ning Sheng had just hung up and turned around.

“You guys! You ate my pomegranate?” Ning Sheng asked angrily. “That was the flower god’s pomegranate!!”