I raised my nemesis into my husband

Chapter 52.2

Editor: Princess

Aunt Xu came back once before nightfall to fix Ning Sheng’s disheveled hair ornaments.

“So beautiful. Just some light makeup and you’re already so lovely.” Aunt Xu was very satisfied. “How did you grow up so well?”

Ning Sheng: “It’s all thanks to… the contrast from those around me.”

“Where’s the big pomegranate? Oh, here it is. Why did you buy so many boxes of pomegranates? Can you finish them all? Anyway, you have to hold this pomegranate carefully.” Aunt Xu said. “Later when it gets dark and the market begins, don’t walk anymore. Let Xu Ling carry you on his back to the riverside, then row the boat to the market at the foot of the mountain.”

Ning Sheng: “Okay.”

Aunt Xu touched up his lipstick a bit, then went off to get busy again.

“Wipe off all your sweat.” Ning Sheng said. “With this kind of mentality, you still dared to eat the flower god’s pomegranate.”

Xu Ling’s stepfather: “Scared me to death.”

“This pomegranate has lost all its texture.” Ning Sheng said sadly.

The good news was they patched it back together. The bad news was that during the patching process, these guys ate quite a bit more.

*

Night fell, and Qing’an Town’s harvest festival began.

Ning Sheng lay on Xu Ling’s back, letting him carry him as they walked out of the small alley toward Qing’an Town’s riverside.

He listened to the footsteps while hugging Xu Ling’s neck.

“Is this uncomfortable for you?” Xu Ling asked.

Ning Sheng: “Not at all.”

Ning Sheng: “When I was little and couldn’t walk, you often carried me on your back too.”

“I taught you how to walk.” Xu Ling said. “And how to run, jump, and hit people.”

I raised you.

“That’s because this young master has exceptional talent.” Ning Sheng said. “Why are you laughing?”

“Your little smile with pursed lips is quite nice.” Ning Sheng’s fingertip poked at the corner of Xu Ling’s mouth. “Smile again for me to see.”

Xu Ling: “…”

“We’ve reached the riverbank.” Xu Ling told him.

Ning Sheng examined the small wooden boat he was sitting in curiously.

He had visited Qing’an Town’s harvest festival before, but he had only glimpsed these boats and lights from afar. He hadn’t expected to experience it himself today.

“Are you the only one rowing?” Ning Sheng asked.

Xu Ling: “Yes. Lu Peng and the silly one are in front of us.”

Ning Sheng made an “oh” sound.

Xu Ling rowed quite steadily, giving a strong sense of security.

When he sat quietly on the boat, the dress didn’t open too much, it just spread out regularly like a blooming fiery red pomegranate flower.

The lights along the riverside market suddenly blazed bright, and the small boat slowly moved forward along the waterway.

People ran along the banks, making Ning Sheng a bit nervous.

“It’s fine.” Xu Ling said. “You’re very beautiful.”

Ning Sheng: “Really?”

“Like a little flower god descending to earth.” Xu Ling said.

Ning Sheng: “I’ll believe you reluctantly.”

Ning Sheng: “But I’m a big flower god. I’m not short.”

Xu Ling: “…”

The boat docked right at the liveliest part of the market.

Ning Sheng: “Wow.”

So many pomegranates, it really was a bumper harvest this year.

“See that swing?” Xu Ling pointed among the pomegranate piles. “You just need to sit there later.”

Xu Ling: “Besides us few, no one else will come close. Everyone will just watch from afar.”

Ning Sheng: “That’s good then.”

He stood up, about to get off the boat when Xu Ling stopped him.

“You’re not allowed to walk.” Xu Ling told him.

Then the little demon king scooped him up horizontally by his knees, not forgetting to use his hand to gather the dress properly.

“Your hands are so hot.” Ning Sheng complained.

Just now he was carrying him on his back, so why did he suddenly switch to holding him?

Never mind, it wasn’t important. As long as Xu Ling was comfortable, after all, he was the one doing all the physical work this evening.

Xu Ling carried him to the swing.

**

Playing the flower god was actually quite comfortable. He just had to sit there motionless, nodding and waving when people passed by. It was quite simple.

“This year’s harvest is really good.” Aunt Xu led people from neighboring villages on a tour. “For example, this pomegranate king in our little flower god’s hands.”

“Red and round, heavy and solid…” Aunt Xu forcefully lifted the pomegranate high up. “…”

Aunt Xu: “?”

So light.

Ning Sheng looked down guiltily while Xu Ling looked at the sky and whistled.

“Heavy and solid, and fragrant too.” Aunt Xu’s mouth twitched as she continued. “Come, let me take you to taste our newly harvested pomegranates.”

The footsteps faded away gradually.

Ning Sheng kicked at Xu Ling, glared halfway, then couldn’t help but laugh.

The cool October evening breeze carried the light fragrance of red silk and the gentle chiming of golden ornaments.

Xu Ling was dazed for a long time amid all the brilliant colors, then he laughed along.

“Fantastic.” The market organizer finished his work and came over to shower Ning Sheng with praise. “Everyone is saying the little flower god is beautiful.”

“Of course he’s beautiful.” Li Haoyue appeared with a handful of skewers, giving Ning Sheng a small portion.

The organizer: “Everyone is saying they love Ning Ning’s portrayal of the little flower god.”

Xu Ling: “I love it too.”

The organizer: “Your bedsheet draping is quite unique.”

“What about our payment?” Xu Ling asked.

The organizer showed a knowing smile: “You won’t be shortchanged.”

The organizer: “This time it’s something good, something our town doesn’t have. I specially transported it from outside.”

Then he brought out a little lamb.

Ning Sheng: “Wow!”

Xu Ling: “…”

“How about it?” The market organizer asked.

Xu Ling: “I’m so happy it’s giving me a headache.”

Xu Ling: “My ears hurt a bit too.”

Xu Ling’s mother grabbed his ear with one hand and Lu Peng’s ear with the other, dragging both away.

“Where’s my pomegranate?” Xu Ling’s mother asked. “Where’s my precious big pomegranate?”

Xu Ling: “Your precious son ate it.”

Xu Ling: “If you grow it, isn’t it meant to be eaten?”

Xu Ling’s mother hit them both: “That was the flower god’s pomegranate!”

Ning Sheng hugged the little lamb and clapped in delight.

Xu Ling slowed his steps slightly, got whacked with a stick, then pounced forward to press Ning Sheng into his arms.

“Even the little flower god is mine, so what if I ate a pomegranate!”

Ning Sheng: “? Don’t drag me into this!”