I raised my nemesis into my husband

Chapter 68.1

Maybe Xu Ling’s apologetic heart was too sincere, because Ning Sheng found himself pressed against the table edge with nowhere to retreat.

“Get lost.” Ning Sheng sat on the table, his white-socked feet slightly raised as he kicked Xu Ling away a bit.

Xu Ling: “I won’t say you don’t understand anything anymore.”

Ning Sheng: “……”

No, I don’t understand. I’m cleaner than blank paper.

Xu Ling: “You really teach well.”

Ning Sheng: “……”

No, I don’t.

Xu Ling: “I was wrong. Don’t ignore me anymore.”

Xu Ling: “It’s such a small thing, don’t be angry!”

Sexual orientation getting twisted, and you tell me it’s a small thing.

Ning Sheng had already raised the stick in his hand, then thought better of it and put it down.

Xu Ling: “?”

Xu Ling: “Not going to hit me a couple times to feel better?”

To vent your anger?

Ning Sheng panicked and jumped down from the table, slammed the door, and dove headfirst into his own covers.

“Ning Ning?” Xu Ling knocked on the door. “Want some sugar cake? I’ll make it for you.”

Ning Sheng: “Don’t want any!”

Ning Sheng: “Get lost.”

The area outside the door fell quiet.

Human potential was limitless. The more panicked one was, the clearer one’s head became.

All of Dog Xu’s behavior suddenly had an explanation.

When did he start wanting to……do that with me? Ning Sheng didn’t dare think too deeply.

In any case, he hadn’t raised him properly.

Ning Sheng lay there for a while and started feeling hungry.

It was all Xu Ling’s fault for mentioning sugar cake. Now he was having hallucinations, constantly smelling sugar cake in the room.

He wanted to go downstairs to find something to eat.

Ning Sheng pushed open the door. Xu Ling, who had been sitting on the floor by the door, looked up and smiled at him, holding a plate of sugar cake.

Ning Sheng slammed the door shut again.

“Ning Ning.” Xu Ling said. “Be angry at me, not at the sugar cake.”

I opened this door for the sugar cake, not for Xu Ling, Ning Sheng told himself.

Ning Sheng opened the door to get the sugar cake, and Xu Ling squeezed in with it.

Ning Sheng: “……”

So clingy. What should I do? I don’t want to throw him away.

Would it work to keep him on a leash? Is that reliable?

You bastard, I treated you like a brother, and what did you think of me? Are you worthy of all my nurturing?

Xu Ling sat cross-legged on the carpet humming a song, swaying to the rhythm, occasionally looking up to read his expression, then grinning at him. The picture of a simple townsperson’s simplicity.

He couldn’t see any improper thoughts at all.

“Do you wear this much in the bedroom?” Xu Ling asked.

Ning Sheng had changed all his short-sleeved pajamas to long-sleeved ones.

“I’ll wear what I want.” Ning Sheng said. “What? Do I need your permission to change clothes?”

Xu Ling: “Wear whatever you want, Princess.”

Ning Sheng: “……”

“Stop calling me princess!” Ning Sheng said. “I’m a boy!”

Ning Sheng had never eaten sugar cake this fast in his life.

He pushed both the plate and Xu Ling out together, then closed the door again.

Xu Ling: “……?”

Why is he still angry?

Has he made new friends and gotten tired of the old ones?

Xu Ling stopped smiling.

Xu Ling went downstairs to wash the plate and ran into the math nerd.

The math nerd laughed.

Xu Ling: “……”

Group Chat One Golden Sun and Two Scrap Iron Suns

[Ning]: Do I have any good points?

[AAA Premium Piglet Wholesale]: You’re valuable all over.

[Ning]: If you can’t speak properly, don’t talk.

[Math is so great, I love math]: Except for not liking math, you have no flaws.

[Ning]: I don’t really want to hear your compliments.

But there was nobody else in this group.

Ning Sheng wrote and drew on paper, replaying everything step by step. All he could remember was the three of them in Qing’an Town raising pigs, catching pigs, sending pigs to their final destination, plus farming, selling vegetables, hoeing fields, and eating melons.

Where exactly did I become likeable? Ning Sheng couldn’t figure it out.

Finally, he attributed the answer to the fact that they’d been too close usually, even sleeping together, which might have made Xu Ling mistakenly think they could do everything together.

In the end, Ning Sheng’s solution was to teach the little devil independence.

Perhaps putting a little distance between them would stop Xu Ling from having designs on him.

Otherwise, having raised a perfectly good devil crooked would be quite immoral. If the great devil from his past life found out, he’d definitely jump out and beat him up.

Having figured things out, Ning Sheng felt relaxed in body and mind, and went to bed early.

The next morning, Ning Sheng had breakfast delivered, directly cutting off Xu Ling’s chance to perform.

“Too refined, no homey atmosphere.” Xu Ling complained while eating.

“It’s delicious. We mountain pigs occasionally want to eat some fine bran too.” Lu Peng wolfed it down. “Who kicked me?”

Ning Sheng sat properly in his chair, holding his milk glass, sipping his milk in small mouthfuls, the corners of his mouth curved in a satisfied smile.

“Ning Ning, where’s your textbook?” Xu Ling, having finished breakfast, was searching everywhere. “I’ll carry it for you.”

Ning Sheng pulled out his books from behind him and smiled.

Xu Ling: “……”

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It was time for school. The driver brought the car to the door. Xu Ling reached out to take Ning Sheng’s hand but missed.

Ning Sheng had already walked to the car first and was about to get in.

Xu Ling: “……”

The entire morning passed without Xu Ling even touching Ning Sheng.

Xu Ling suddenly realized the seriousness of the problem.

No matter how much they’d fought before, would Ning Sheng refuse to let him touch him?

No, his pampered young master didn’t resist his touches and closeness, unless—

Xu Ling sat at the cafeteria table with one hand supporting his cheek, gazing at Ning Sheng, who was nervously queuing at the fried rice window in the distance.

A phone appeared in front of him. The math nerd pressed play and smoothly played a recording: “You smile like that what……”

Xu Ling cut off the recording: “Can you act like a stereotypical academic genius?!”

“Don’t I look like one?” The math nerd rummaged through his backpack, pulled out black-framed glasses, and put them on his face. “How about now?”

Ning Sheng lingered outside the fried rice window in the cafeteria.

There were many people and a long queue. Even after paying, he’d have to wait a long time.

Usually Xu Ling would queue for him in lines like this and buy his food for him.

Having pushed Xu Ling away, he wasn’t quite used to it either.

Finally getting the fried rice, Ning Sheng carried his own tray toward the table and got bumped by someone hurrying past.

“Sorry, sorry.” The girl had spilled some soup on her own tray and was blushing with embarrassment.

Ning Sheng shook his head and gave her a pack of tissues from his pocket.

Ning Sheng finally returned to his seat and glanced at Xu Ling.

Ning Sheng: “……”

This rice……wasn’t good. The scallion oil flavor was too strong.

“Didn’t ask the lady to go easy on the scallions and salt?” Xu Ling asked.

Ning Sheng: “……I wanted to eat scallions and salt today.”

Xu Ling: “……”

Right, so you noticed. Those dozens of TV dramas weren’t watched for nothing.

It wasn’t known which one did the trick.