Chapter 61: with translation of chapter title: 61

61 "Xie Jingting, I don't deserve it."

Fortune is invisible and colorless to ordinary people, but under the heavenly eye it is different.

Tushan Jiu could see the golden gas flowing around Xie Shiyu's body.

At this moment, that golden gas, because of their kiss, also surrounded her.

Strand by strand, it seeped into her body.

She didn't feel anything special, but she was already a bit dazed.

If one had to describe a feeling, it would be that she now felt a little short of breath and her head was dizzy.

Xie Shiyu also sensed her holding her breath, and quickly pulled away from her lips.

The hand supporting her head changed direction to gently stroke her back, his voice hoarser than before: 'Jiujiu, breathe.'

Tushan Jiu's eyes moved, her face and ears were red, a bit dazed, 'Huh?'

Xie Shiyu found her appearance adorable, pulled her into his arms, rested his chin on top of her head, and chuckled softly.

While Tushan Jiu's head pressed against his chest, feeling the slight vibration, her mind slowly came back to itself.

She raised both hands, pulled open the sides of Xie Shiyu's coat, and covered her head with it.

Ahhhh, how embarrassing!

After a moment, Xie Shiyu patted her head, 'All right, come out, kangaroo baby, do you still want honey-glazed chicken legs?'

Tushan Jiu mumbled, 'I'll eat, but I still feel a bit embarrassed.'

Who gets scared into forgetting to breathe by almost being kissed!

If Xie Shiyu hadn't loosened his grip in time, she probably would have passed out from lack of oxygen.

She felt this was the most embarrassing moment of her nineteen years of life, more humiliating than any unlucky blunder!

Xie Shiyu lifted her head from his chest, smoothed her messy bangs, and said, 'This is also my first kiss; actually, just now my heart felt like it would jump out—didn't you hear my heartbeat?'

Upon hearing that, Tushan Jiu began to recall, indeed she seemed to have heard his heartbeat while in his arms, and it was really fast.

Turns out it wasn't just her who was nervous; he was too.

Now she felt more balanced.

Detaching from his palm, Tushan Jiu sat upright, 'I'm hungry, let's go home.'

Xie Shiyu gave a low laugh, started the car, 'All right, home.'

Half an hour later, the two returned to the old residence.

On the way, Xie Shiyu, taking advantage of a red light, messaged the household steward to notify the kitchen in advance to prepare dishes, so she could eat as soon as she got home.

The Xie Family's old residence.

Just as Xie Wenmo and Xu Aixiu were coming downstairs, also preparing to go out on a date, they happened to hear this call.

The two exchanged a glance.

'Didn't the eldest say today he'd take Xiao Jiu on a date and not come back to eat?'

'Was the date not going well? Did the eldest upset Xiao Jiu?'

'No, I have to call him to ask!'

Xie Wenmo quickly intervened, 'It's the young couple's business; we shouldn't interfere. Everyone knows the eldest likes Xiao Jiu, so he wouldn't let her be wronged. Surely there's something else—don't worry about it; the younger generation has its own blessings.'

Xu Aixiu agreed upon hearing that; if she went to ask, it would be overstepping.

She linked her arm with Xie Wenmo's and smiled, 'Yes, you're right, I wasn't thorough enough. Let's go; the movie is about to start, and afterward we can walk by the river and maybe watch the fireworks show, okay?'

'There's still half a month until Mid-Autumn Festival; how should we celebrate this year? You say……'

The two chatted about everyday matters as they walked out the door.

Just as Xie Wenmo's car pulled away, Xie Shiyu's car drove into the courtyard.

As they passed each other, Xie Wenmo childishly raised his eyebrows at Xie Shiyu.

These past few days at home, Xie Shiyu hasn't stopped calling me his fiancée one moment and Xiao Jiu the next.

It makes it seem like nobody has a wife.

Oh, wait, actually there seem to be three people in the family who still don't have wives.

The old master is fine; at least he once had one.

As for the other two......

The second son, Xie Jingzhou, never mind—he simply lacks the capacity for romance.

But Xie Jingting, that little brat, is said to have had a crush on a girl since high school.

They've graduated high school, college has been in session for a month—should they cry or laugh? Why is there still no movement?

The old Xie family has always dared to love and hate; could it be that a genetic mutation in him made him timid?

Little did they know, Xie Jingting, who was currently fighting ten opponents alone, sneezed loudly because he was thinking of his dear father.

During that, he almost got successfully ambushed.

The girl he was protecting behind him wanted to push him away, but instead he held her close in his arms.

The wooden stick fell, and it looked like it was about to strike Xie Jingting's arm.

Such a thick stick—if it really landed, Xie Jingting's arm would probably be ruined.

Fang Qingyi's stubborn tears finally fell, 'Xie Jingting, I don't deserve this.'

Xie Jingting's body stiffened; he lifted his leg to kick that person, but was blocked by another who had just gotten up.

At the critical moment, suddenly his collarbone area felt a surge of heat.

A miraculous thing happened.

The wooden stick that was about to hit Xie Jingting seemed to be blocked by an invisible force, held half a meter away.

No matter how hard the yellow-haired man strained, his face twisted with effort, he still couldn't advance even half an inch.

Xie Jingting unconsciously touched the peace buckle at his throat—the meeting gift from his sister‑in‑law—and it was that very buckle!

"Whether it's worth it or not, I decide."

Having said that, he grabbed the wooden stick and kicked the yellow‑haired guy.

Fang Qingyi also widened her eyes, but she had no time to examine what had just happened; she quickly pulled out her phone and dialed the police.

Seven or eight minutes later, police cars approached from afar.

At the same time, inside the Old Residence Restaurant.

Tushan Jiu, who was gnawing on her fourth chicken leg, seemed to have been hit with a pause button.

Xie Shiyu, who had been serving her soup, jumped, thinking his luck hadn't been borrowed right—she had unfortunately choked—quickly set down her soup bowl and asked, "What's wrong? Did you choke?"

Tushan Jiu shook her head and kept chewing.

After quickly swallowing, she said, "I didn't choke; it's my third younger brother."

Seeing she was fine, Xie Shiyu breathed a sigh of relief, then asked, "Jingting? What happened to him?"

It's nothing serious; he was surrounded while trying to play hero and save the beauty.

Xie Shiyu paused, then let out an "oh", continued picking up the soup bowl to ladle her more soup, brought it to her, and said, "Careful, it's hot."

Tushan Jiu glanced at the soup, tilted her head, and asked, "Aren't you worried about your third younger brother?"

"Worry about what? You should be worried about the people surrounding him—he got his taekwondo black belt at sixteen."

"That third brother of yours is pretty impressive," Tushan Jiu praised.

Xie Shiyu glanced at her, after a moment said lightly, "I'm thirteen."