Chapter 539: You... Come Down

After hearing Jiang Muye's words, the woman's face grew even paler.

If this matter really blew up, she wouldn't get a single bit of benefit out of it.

She realized the gravity of the situation and immediately apologized to Jiang Muye, "I'm sorry, it's my fault for not disciplining my son!"

"Mom!" The brat looked at his mother in confusion as she apologized.

He was still pretending to be wronged, about to continue wailing, but his mother slapped him hard across the face.

"You're still crying, what are you crying for! It's all your fault!"

The brat was completely dumbfounded.

His face hurt terribly now, and he was so scared he didn't dare cry at all.

His courage shrank to the size of a mouse's.

And the woman was no longer the least bit like her earlier arrogant self. Instead, she said to Jiang Muye with great reverence, "I'll make my son apologize right now. Let's consider what just happened settled."

She immediately scolded the brat fiercely, "Hurry up and apologize to Brother and Fang Yu! Playing with a water gun for no reason, spraying people all over the place—you really have no manners at all!"

The scolded brat looked pitiful, but with his mother no longer shielding him, he could only choke out an apology, "I'm sorry, I was wrong!"

Jiang Muye felt he'd gotten his revenge.

That didn't mean he was going to forgive the brat, though. He said coldly, "Go home and teach your child properly. Don't let him keep causing trouble."

The woman immediately thanked him profusely, then dragged the miserable brat away.

But before they'd gone more than a few steps—splash, splash—

The fountain not far away suddenly sprayed water everywhere for no apparent reason, the direction skewed, and all the water splashed onto the woman and the brat.

"Ah—" The woman was chilled to the bone.

And the brat was soaked to the skin, immediately bursting into loud wails.

The one who'd set all this in motion was, of course, Jiang Muye.

Did you think he'd let them off that easily?

Dream on.

Bullying his girlfriend meant they had to be taught a lesson.

Jiang Muye also used his mind to casually control the water, specifically cranking it up so the water splashed all over the woman and the brat.

They scrambled and fled in panic, the scene descending into chaos.

Watching them drenched from head to toe, Jiang Muye felt he'd finally vented his pent-up anger.

So satisfying.

"Pfft." Leng Ruoli couldn't help but laugh too.

Jiang Muye wiped the water off Leng Ruoli's face with a tissue. "You're still laughing. Are you feeling uncomfortable anywhere?"

"No." Leng Ruoli's lips curved up slightly. "My boyfriend is so amazing, standing up for me directly. I'm very happy."

Jiang Muye pinched Leng Ruoli's cheek. "My girlfriend got bullied. If I still turned a blind eye and cowered, what kind of man would I be!"

Leng Ruoli smiled like a flower, sweet and lovely.

"Come on, I was just coaxing you. Let me go get you your candied hawthorns." Jiang Muye had rushed over the moment he heard the commotion from Leng Ruoli's side, and had completely forgotten to bring the candied hawthorns.

Leng Ruoli had never imagined Jiang Muye could be so careless, but his carelessness also proved how much he cared about her.

A sweetness spread through Leng Ruoli's heart. As Jiang Muye headed toward the stall, she sweetly snuggled up to him.

She directly wrapped both hands around Jiang Muye's arm. "Together!"

Jiang Muye was delighted and happily accepted.

Jiang Muye took two sticks of candied hawthorns, one for each of them.

A gentle breeze blew as the two of them ate their candied hawthorns, one bite each in turn.

These candied hawthorns were freshly made, tasting sweet and sour. The hawthorn flavor was delicious, and coated in a layer of snow-white sugar frosting, it really was tasty and nice and crisp.

"So sweet." Leng Ruoli licked the corner of her lips.

Jiang Muye leaned in and kissed the corner of Leng Ruoli's lips, smacking his lips. "It sure is sweet."

"I'm talking about the candied hawthorns!"

"I'm talking about the candied hawthorns too!" Jiang Muye's lips quirked up.

Leng Ruoli's little face stayed faintly red as she lightly pounded Jiang Muye's arm. "Still being cheeky with me~"

Jiang Muye leaned in and kissed Leng Ruoli's mouth again. "Bite me."

Jiang Muye was awfully smug. After kissing Leng Ruoli, he directly swallowed a candied hawthorn.

The sweetness of the candied hawthorn hadn't faded from his mouth, which still carried the sweet, soft taste of Leng Ruoli's lips. It was simply heart-melting.

Who'd have thought Leng Ruoli would grab Jiang Muye's shoulder right then and there and lean in to bite his neck.

"Tsk."

Jiang Muye was extremely sensitive.

In fact, his neck was the most sensitive spot—after all, he was most turned on by things like hickeys.

With Leng Ruoli eating candy and then ambushing him there, Jiang Muye was about to melt.

"I'm biting you!" Leng Ruoli's playfulness and charm were on full display.

Jiang Muye chuckled out loud. Without holding back at all, he yanked his shirt collar wide open and boldly demanded, "Come on! If you've got the guts, go for it! If you don't, you're all talk!"

His bold move made Leng Ruoli tremble. Her long, thick lashes blinked and blinked as she stared at Jiang Muye's action in disbelief.

She coughed. "Be serious!"

"I am being serious. I'm letting you go for it—how come you're the one chickening out!" Jiang Muye grinned cheekily at Leng Ruoli.

Leng Ruoli's ears burned hot. She turned her little face away and bit down on the candied hawthorn with her pearly teeth. The sugar frosting crunched and crackled as she bit through it, making her lips look full and beautifully curved.

"Not chickening out~ You just wait till we get home."

Jiang Muye had long since heard the sound of Leng Ruoli biting the candy. Haha, was she saying that through gritted teeth?

But to Jiang Muye, it was very arousing.

This kind of sweet danger—he'd been waiting for it all along.

"Sure. No taking it back." Jiang Muye rubbed Leng Ruoli's slender waist, burying his face deeply against her fragrant shoulder and nestling in for a good while.

Leng Ruoli's voice trembled. "You… don't you dare fool around."

"I'm tired. Can't I even rest a bit?"

That was what he said, but Jiang Muye couldn't resist planting a kiss here and nibbling there.

Hahaha, sneaky little moves were still a must.

So satisfying.

He could feel Leng Ruoli trembling in his hands, delicate and soft.

Sensitive, and cute.

Who wouldn't love watching their own girlfriend get teased by them until her legs went weak?

For example, right now Leng Ruoli's tender body was trembling, and she could no longer stand steady.

Her long legs had splayed into a "V" shape—oh, she was standing bent over.

"You… get off me!" Leng Ruoli pressed her little hand against Jiang Muye's cheek—though "pressed" might not be quite the right word. It was more like shooing him away.

"No!" Jiang Muye's voice was lazily indulgent.

He even deliberately bit off a piece of candied hawthorn, deliberately using the sticky aftertaste of the candy to touch her skin.

Leng Ruoli's skin was delicate to begin with, like jelly, with a bouncy, melting feel.