Chapter Five

  His shoulder crashed into the back of the chair, and his neck joint also made a "crack" sound. The pain was so severe that Ke Yuan's eyes were filled with stars. But he didn't have time to indulge in the dizziness, as a dark figure loomed before him. He looked up in that direction and saw a man standing in front of him, his face red with rage, shaking his fist at Li Yiheng.

  He was about 1.9 meters tall, with broad shoulders and a narrow waist, wearing a short-sleeved POLO shirt in the hot summer, revealing his strong and powerful arm muscles.

  Feeling Ke Yuan's gaze, he turned his head, with a concerned expression: "Are you okay?"

  Ke Yuan's shoulder hurt like hell, but looking at his ferocious appearance, he didn't dare to tell the truth and could only nod stupidly.

  Ke Yun seemed fine, so the person childishly smiled and turned their head, continuing to glare fiercely at Li Yi Heng.

  Hey, don't smile at me like we're close, you're putting me in a difficult spot!

  Ke Yuan suddenly stood up with a "huh" sound and quickly drew a clear boundary with his opponent.

  Li Yiheng, Mr. Li, you'd better take a good look, I'm not in cahoots with this big lummox who dares to raise his fist and glare at you, grievances have a head and debts have a master, if you want to vent your anger, go after him, don't come looking for me!

  No sooner had he finished praying than the big fool, as if afraid that Li Yiheng would misunderstand, pulled his arm back and firmly shielded Ke Yuan behind him, then threatened:

  "I'm warning you, don't think about hitting my brother again, otherwise, no matter who you are, I'll make sure you can't get away with it!"

  Brother... brother? Big brother, aren't we familiar with each other?

  Trouble you take out the genealogy to have a look, I don't recognize relatives beyond five degrees of kinship!

  Ke Yuan's face fell in despair, while Li Yi Heng seemed carefree, smiling as he said: "No problem, as long as your brother doesn't have any ideas about hitting on me either."

  "Don't worry!" Da Ge stretched out his arm and tightly hugged Ke Yuan in his arms, the force was so great that Ke Yuan felt his entire face was about to be pressed into a big pancake on Da Ge's chest. "Even if we're just minor characters for our whole lives, we don't need to borrow your spotlight!"

  "Is it?" Li Yiheng said lightly, "Then it's good."

  Having said that, he looked at Ke Yuan with a hint of a smile.

  Ke Yuan was also getting annoyed, and he knew that if things continued like this, who knows what would happen next. So, with a swift and decisive motion, he grabbed the big fool's hand, revealing an extremely radiant smile.

  "Mr. Li Yiheng, thank you for your hospitality! The food was really delicious! I won't bother you since you're busy, goodbye!"

  Then he tightly held onto the silly big guy and disappeared from Li Yi Heng's line of sight in just one second.

  "You live in a place like this?" Ke Yuan carefully avoided the trash and fruit peels on the ground, trying to get more than half of his foot on the broken stairs that were almost impossible to stand on.

  The building is at least over 40 years old, from the outside, the white paint on the exterior wall has become dark gray due to long-term uncleanness, and several households' windows have fallen off halfway. It looks gloomy like a haunted house. After entering, I realized that "like" a haunted house was actually an compliment to this place.

  This place is so bad, even ghosts don't want to live here.

  The corridor was filled with stinky fruit peels and useless old furniture scattered everywhere. A perfectly good hallway, but you had to dodge a sofa after walking a few steps, and then avoid three mahjong tables after another few steps. Ke Yuan pinched his nose as he turned left and right, finally finding a relatively smooth path ahead. But before he could take a few more steps, a middle-aged woman wearing only underwear with rolls of fat bulging out burst out from a slanted doorway, brandishing a kitchen knife and yelling at her own child to come home for dinner.

  Ke looked at the vegetable knife in the old lady's hand for a long time, and he wished he were dead.

  Next to him, a silly big guy laughed and added: "It's us who live here."

  Ke Yuan clung to the window and really wanted to die.

  He was pulled back by a strong arm, with a tense face reminding him: "Don't get so close to the window, this window is not sturdy, be careful not to fall off. Last time, Ah Peng on the 6th floor fell to his death while smoking at the window, did you forget?"

  Has someone really died from falling?!!

  "Ke Yuan gritted his teeth: 'Why are you living in a place like this?!'"

  "No money," said the big fool, "the company requires us to live in the city center, but doesn't give us that much money. The monthly salary is not enough to pay for rent, so we can only choose a cheaper urban village."

  As they spoke, they arrived. The silly big guy used the key to open the door, and with the opening of the door, a smell of expired peanut oil wafted out.

  Ke Yuan pinched his nose and looked inside, only then did he feel that Daji was a kind and generous person.

  He has just experienced everything at the bottom, now he sees the scene in front of him and is already very calm.

  The room was in a state of unimaginable chaos, with posters scattered all over the floor, and the dim evening light made the stars on them look like corpses. The poor-quality plastic chairs were overturned on the ground without anyone bothering to pick them up, and someone had even placed a plate on top of one of them. Ke Yun walked closer and couldn't help but laugh at the absurdity of it all.

  There were two chargers on that plate.

  The house is small, looking at most twenty pings, but it has all the internal organs. There is one bathroom and one kitchen, both of which are dirty to the point where people don't want to use them. Further inside, the bedroom looks like a disaster scene.

  An ashtray piled up like a small mountain, an apple that's been half-eaten and has gone moldy, two single beds placed separately against the wall, and bedding that looks like it hasn't seen sunlight in ages and hasn't been washed for over three months.

  The only thing that was left untouched was a guitar on the wall with no dust on it.

  "What are you doing standing at the door?" Da Ge rubbed his hair and walked in, bending down to pull out a towel from under the pillow to wipe the sweat on his neck. "Come in?"

  Ke Yuan slightly tilted his head back and closed his eyes with restraint.

  There is a bed in this room that belongs to me.

  From now on, I will live in this pigsty myself.

  Unable to bear it any longer, he grabbed the phone and dialed. The silly big guy looked at him in confusion and asked, "Who are you calling?"

  "Household chores!"

  "What's wrong?"

  "Tell them to come and clean up!"

  "Why!" The big fool pounced over, and with one move, he was pinned down on the bed. "Can't we just clean it ourselves? Do you know how expensive housekeeping is? Thirty yuan an hour, where's that kind of money?"

  Ke Yuan was pinned down on the bed by him, his mobile phone flying far away and falling to the ground with a soft "thud".

  Then there was no sound in the room anymore.

  Ke Yuan stared blankly with wide eyes, looking at the big fool who was leaning over him. Just now in the hotel or on the way back, he only felt that this person's smile was too dazzling and easily blinded people's eyes.

  Now seeing him up close, I feel that he is too good-looking.

  Thick and heavy eyebrows extend perfectly from the tip of a straight nose to both sides, under which a pair of eyes shine brightly, as black as the vast night sky on a summer evening, with what seems like stars twinkling within. Further down, God has bestowed upon him the rare hawk-like nose found in Asians, along with lips that are tenderly red and suitable for deep kisses.

  He's too good-looking, with piercing eyes that make you feel like you can't help but look away, afraid that the occasional acne on your face will fall into his eyes and make him feel a little disgusted.

  Ke Yuan had contracted a career disease, he thought, such a good star seedling, why didn't he become popular?