I raised my nemesis into my husband

Chapter 53.2

Editor: Princess

Downstairs in the courtyard, the TV was turned up very loud. Xu Ling’s stepfather was watching an unfinished palace intrigue drama with two high school students.

“Beast, you harbor wicked thoughts, you will face retribution.” The TV scolded loudly.

I already have those thoughts, come out of the TV and hit me if you can, Xu Ling thought to himself.

From the first-floor bathroom, Ning Sheng poked his head out: “Brother Xu, I forgot to bring a towel.”

“Coming.” Xu Ling snapped back to reality and rushed out.

His Little Flower God seemed to have the power to bewitch souls, because he felt light and floaty as if suspended in mid-air.

Xu Ling: “…”

Damn it, he missed a step on the stairs. Of course he’d be suspended in mid-air.

Xu Ling: “Ouch.”

Bang.

Ning Sheng: “?”

“Are you an idiot!” Ning Sheng, wrapped in clothes, rushed out angrily with his hand raised.

However he didn’t hit him. The wet Ning Sheng pulled Xu Ling up from the floor.

“The TV hit someone…” Xu Ling said.

“Did you hit your head and break it?” Ning Sheng asked nervously.

Thirty minutes later, at the nearby small clinic—

The doctor on duty looked up, and immediately seeing Ning Sheng, asked: “Who did you beat up today?”

Lu Peng wheeled out Xu Ling.

The doctor: “Internal strife?”

“No strife, we’re very united.” Xu Ling said.

The doctor: “Go get an X-ray.”

“Minor fracture in the right wrist.” The doctor examined the X-ray. “Rest for a while and don’t use your right hand.”

“So pitiful.” Li Haoyue said sympathetically. “The right hand has many functions.”

Xu Ling: “…”

Xu Ling: “Math nerd, can you show some innocence that matches your age!”

Ning Sheng: “?”

“I’ll never ask you to bring me a towel again.” Ning Sheng said.

He remembered that the Big Demon King was very good at martial arts and hitting punching bags.

Not only could he not raise him properly, he had also broken the little devil king’s hand.

“It’s fine.” Li Haoyue said. “Dog Xu just broke his dog leg.”

Ning Sheng pondered thoughtfully.

Xu Ling: “Right, it’s nothing.”

Ning Sheng finished thinking.

He pinched Xu Ling’s face, squeezed it, then patted it: “Little Bell, your dog leg is broken, so this young master will give you good supplements.”

Xu Ling: “…”

“He said he can break another one.” Li Haoyue interjected.

Xu Ling: “I didn’t say anything!”

Xu Ling beat up the math nerd.

The vacation still had several days left, which was enough time for Xu Ling to recover.

The next day, Ning Sheng got up early and went to Qing’an Town’s vegetable market.

Lu Peng was sharpening his knife with a scraping sound when he looked up and saw Ning Sheng.

“I want pork ribs.” Ning Sheng told him.

“Can you make soup?” Lu Peng asked.

Ning Sheng: “I can.”

Gripping the knife, Lu Peng chopped the ribs with banging sounds, then packaged them for Ning Sheng: “No charge, take them and eat.”

Ning Sheng carried the ribs to the vegetable stall.

Senior Gao’s family had been running a membership system for selling vegetables for the past two years, and business was excellent.

“I want Chinese yam.” Ning Sheng said.

Senior Gao picked out a few large ones: “No charge, take them and eat.”

Ning Sheng passed by the orchard and called out the math nerd.

“I want mushrooms.” Ning Sheng said.

“My family’s orchard doesn’t grow mushrooms.” The math nerd dragged out his bicycle. “I’ll bike you there to buy some.”

Fang Hua’s family sold mushrooms, however they also didn’t charge money. So Ning Sheng brought back a large bag of free ingredients.

The children of Qing’an Town were born and raised locally, with vitality as tenacious as wild grass.

Hence when Xu Ling woke up, he felt his hand had mostly healed.

“You’re awake?” Ning Sheng’s voice sounded.

Xu Ling: “?”

Ning Sheng was lying by the bedside looking at him, still wearing a small apron.

Xu Ling: “I…”

“I’ll help you get dressed.” Ning Sheng said.

The wardrobe had two levels: the bottom belonged to him, and the top belonged to Xu Ling.

Ning Sheng couldn’t reach it, so he had to step on a stool.

Then he helped Xu Ling put on his clothes clumsily.

Interesting. No wonder Xu Ling liked helping him dress and bathe when they were little.

The child-rearing experience was perfect.

“Sit properly.” Ning Sheng said. “This young master wants to show you something good.”

Xu Ling: “Okay.”

Ning Sheng went downstairs.

Xu Ling sat on the bed, unable to come back to his senses for a long time.

Did he get up too quickly? Why was he so happy?

Ning Sheng brought Xu Ling a serving of pork rib soup.

“You made this?” Xu Ling was surprised.

Ning Sheng: “Doesn’t it look like it?”

Xu Ling: “It does.”

Ning Sheng: “Why does it look like it? Because it looks bad?”

Xu Ling: “…”

He made a gesture of keeping his mouth shut.

Ning Sheng: “Try it.”

Xu Ling tasted it.

Ning Sheng: “Does it taste bad?”

Xu Ling: “Bad… Good! Very good!”

Ning Sheng lowered his raised hand: “That’s good then.”

Three Golden Suns Rising Again Secretly

Ling: Is there any kind of miracle doctor who can cure bone fractures instantly?

[Math is so great, I love math]: I saw that kind of advertisement on telephone poles last time, right next to male health ads.

[Math is so great, I love math]: Relax, princess will take good care of you.

Ling: He put almost a whole bag of salt in it. I feel like I drank a big basin of seawater.

[Math is so great, I love math]: You should be secretly happy.

“What are you playing on your phone while drinking soup?” Ning Sheng glared at him.

Xu Ling put his phone away and gulped down the pork rib soup.

Xu Ling: “It’s delicious, I just want to drink some more water.”

“If you can’t finish it, don’t drink it.” Ning Sheng said.

Ning Sheng took the bowl from Xu Ling’s hands, wanting to finish the remaining soup.

Xu Ling: “?”

He grabbed the bowl back and drained it.

“Is it really that delicious?” Ning Sheng was suspicious.

“Little Bell.” Ning Sheng said. “You must watch where you’re going next time.”

Xu Ling: “I definitely will next time.”

This response was somewhat perfunctory, and Ning Sheng sensed it.

Being nice didn’t work, so he had to threaten him. He needed to be fiercer.

So he told him: “If you don’t watch where you’re going again, I’ll tie you up and lead you around.”