Chapter 452: Night Meeting Han Xiaotao

Those who should have returned from work have already returned, and at home they have started washing up and watching TV.

Ye Cheng walked slowly along the village road, insect sounds occasionally reaching his ears; someone said such an environment is good, quiet and easy to fall asleep in.

Actually Ye Cheng didn't mind; insect sounds mean there are insects, listening to the sound is good, but one also has to bear the risk of being bitten.

Besides, there isn't much to do in the village at night; if Ye Cheng weren't out on business, he'd be crouched at home playing on the computer.

Ye Cheng rarely comes to this area; Chen Jinhai, Chen Jinli, and Chen Jinfa and their households, who often interact, know the location, but others are somewhat unfamiliar with it.

After wandering for about ten minutes, Ye Cheng finally found Han Xiaotao's house in a corner spot.

The gate was tightly closed; Ye Cheng went up and knocked on the door.

"Who's there?" came Han Xiaotao's wary voice from inside.

"It's me, Ye Cheng." Ye Cheng said loudly.

"Cheng Ge, I'm here." The tone inside held three parts delight and seven parts suspicion; the courtyard door quickly opened.

Han Xiaotao stood inside the door wearing a plain white sleepwear; the sleepwear was already thin, and the night breeze made her figure unmistakably visible, the exposed parts looking even fairer in the moonlight, her braid that should have been tied up hung loose behind her head, making her appear more languid and weak.

Seeing this, Ye Cheng felt a bit dazed; no wonder people say to look lively in mourning clothes, your all-white attire at night makes viewers' blood surge.

I don't know what those female ghosts on TV are thinking, drifting around in white clothes; they're sure not to be pushed down?

Cough, cough—Ye Cheng coughed twice to hide his embarrassment,

"Um, I have something to ask you."

Han Xiaotao pursed her lips, then glanced at Ye Cheng with a mix of fear and anticipation, and stepped aside.

The door creaked shut.

Ye Cheng's heart jumped; he felt a bit nervous, the guilt feeling too strong, he subconsciously said,

"Just you alone?"

As he said that, Ye Cheng's heartbeat seemed to skip a beat.

After saying it he regretted it, how could he have asked such a question.

"Hmm, Xiao Wei is asleep." Han Xiaotao turned and slowly walked toward the room.

Ye Cheng followed behind, looking at Han Xiaotao from behind—her figure was shapely, with the unique swaying charm of a married woman, making Ye Cheng a bit dazed.

Entering the room, Han Xiaotao sat down, lifted her head and shyly looked at Ye Cheng, biting her lips, her expression both refusing and welcoming.

"Cheng Ge, do you want it now? Xiao Wei is still sleeping, we can't make too much noise."

Ye Cheng instantly felt his brain crash; his previously clear mind was occupied by an inexplicable desire.

Who?

Who could resist this temptation?

Ye Cheng let out an ugly low growl from his throat,

"I... I'm not..."

Before he could finish speaking, Han Xiaotao voluntarily squatted down.

"Hiss—"

Ye Cheng's eyes instantly widened, "Mad," it's a bit stimulating.

But this did sober him up a little; he reminded himself he came here to do proper business.

He quickly stepped back a bit, then waved his hand and said,

"Little Han sister-in-law, I'm here to talk about proper business, not this, not this."

Han Xiaotao's face was all red, a bit embarrassed,

"Ah, I thought your business was this."

Ye Cheng took a deep breath, casually picked up a cup from the table, poured a glass of cool boiled water and drank it, thus lowering his temperature.

"Well, I'm here to talk about matters, talk about matters." Ye Cheng said some nonsense to steady his mind.

"Oh." Han Xiaotao nodded obediently; this cute, silly look was practically deadly.

Ye Cheng intended to finish speaking quickly and leave quickly, damn it.

"Um, I need someone to help me coil the line, the longline fishing line; can you coil it? Then also attach bait, I'll pay you 100 yuan a day—can you do it?"

Ye Cheng stated all his requirements in one breath.

Upon hearing Ye Cheng offer her work, Han Xiaotao's eyes lit up and she immediately nodded,

"Cheng Ge, I can do it, I can do it anytime."

Ye Cheng's heart skipped a beat; must he use the word "gan"? Can't he use another word?

"Well then, if you can do it, come with me now to get the line back; then tomorrow morning around 7 I'll go out to sea, ten sets of line, I want them coiled, then bait attached—I can pay for the bait separately."

"Hmm, Cheng Ge, don't worry, I'll work late tonight and definitely have it ready for you tomorrow morning."

"All right, put on your jacket, I'll take you over there to get the line."

Han Xiaotao went back inside, grabbed an outer garment, put it on, and followed Ye Cheng out the door.

Ten sets of line is not a small amount; Ye Cheng rode a tricycle to help Han Xiaotao transport the line over, then left the tricycle there so it could be brought over tomorrow morning.

After delivering the items, Ye Cheng hurriedly escaped from inside; it's too easy to make mistakes in there.

In the distant night, a black figure stubbed out the cigarette in his hand, glanced at Ye Cheng's back, then at Han Xiaotao's courtyard gate, curled his lip in disdain, then turned and melted into the darkness.

Ye Cheng got up just after 6 a. m., had a couple of bites of breakfast, and around 6:40 he heard movement outside.

He went out and saw Han Xiaotao, looking fatigued, riding a tricycle in; behind the vehicle were ten sets of longline fishing line already baited.

"A Cheng, I've finished." Han Xiaotao wiped the sweat from her forehead,

"Don't worry, these baits are the ones I attached this morning; they're still fresh."

Han Xiaotao stepped aside, letting Ye Cheng inspect her work.

Ye Cheng looked; sure enough it was fresh, the smell strong, a fishy odor.

Okay, this is your 100 yuan pay. We'll come back this afternoon, then you come over to get the thread, wash it, coil it, or we can deliver it tomorrow morning.

Okay, okay. Han Xiaotao eagerly took the 100 yuan. If she got 100 every day, that would be 3000 a month—quite a lot.

"You didn't stay up all night, did you?" Ye Cheng said, looking at her somewhat exhausted face.

Not bad. First time I'm a bit unskilled, but I'll get faster later.

Well, I don't absolutely need ten sets of thread. If you finish late, giving me eight sets is fine. No need to stay up so late; if you get sick, medicine will cost more.

Also, when you have free time during the day, you can first organize the ten sets of empty thread.

Hearing Ye Cheng's caring words, Han Xiaotao felt a bit grateful, bit her lip, then turned and headed home.

Just as Han Xiaotao left, Duan Chunsheng arrived, pointing at Han Xiaotao,

"How did she come over so early?"

"Oh, I asked her to help me coil the thread." Ye Cheng pointed to the already coiled ten sets of thread.

Duan Chunsheng immediately understood, pointing at Ye Cheng and saying with a smile,

"Having money is great—just hire someone for unrelated work."

"Uncle, society now is all about specialized division of labor—not like you guys who can do everything end-to-end; each step has its own work, so everyone can make money together."