Chapter 112 (1/2)
The Complete Guide to the Use and Care of a Personal Assistant
Translator: Jury
Editor: NomNom
First Published on Chaleuria
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Chapter One Hundred and Twelve
The temperature in the mountains was slightly cool. To Su Yuyang, it was very cold. He had left in a hurry that morning and hadn’t brought a jacket. Without buttons, he couldn’t button his shirt either. The cold wind struck his abdomen and he shivered.
“You still don’t like the cold?” Tang Xuan said with satisfaction.
Su Yuyang glared at Tang Xuan and didn’t say anything. Tang Xuan didn’t continue trying to get a reaction either. He looked at the mountaintop and said, “Ling Miao is up there.”
Su Yuyang seemed to be infused with chicken blood ¹ when he heard this. He ignored the low temperature and asked, “Really?”
“It’s up to you whether you believe it.” Tang Xuan sat down.
Su Yuyang looked down at Tang Xuan from above, his forehead creasing as he thought hard.
Some of Tang Xuan’s actions today really seemed strange to Su Yuyang. Tossing the phone was to prevent tracking; that was understandable. Leading Su Yuyang in circles then stopping in a place that was still a little way from the mountaintop was completely incomprehensible to Su Yuyang.
He wants me to look for Ling Miao myself? Su Yuyang guessed.
Su Yuyang carefully looked Tang Xuan over. In one hand, he held a knife. The other was resting casually on the ground. He was gazing somewhere in the distance, as if it wasn’t him who had brought Su Yuyang here.
What the hell is Tang Xuan thinking? Su Yuyang thought hard about it, then he got an idea.
Su Yuyang started walking toward the mountain peak. He looked back every three steps. Seeing no reaction from Tang Xuan, he grew more daring and started looking back every five steps.
“Hey,” Tang Xuan suddenly called, shocking Su Yuyang so much he almost fell off the path. Su Yuyang stood still where he was and didn’t speak. Tang Xuan got up, still holding the knife. He dusted off his trousers and smiled coldly as he walked toward Su Yuyang.
Tang Xuan stopped about a meter (3 feet) from Su Yuyang. He used the knife to point in a certain direction and said, “This way.”
Su Yuyang looked in the direction Tang Xuan indicated and saw only the blurry shadows of trees.
“There’s no path?” Su Yuyang asked warily.
Tang Xuan motioned in answer to Su Yuyang’s question.
The soft give of the leaf litter under Su Yuyang’s feet made him very uneasy.
After an interminable amount of time, Su Yuyang’s legs began trembling. Fatigue invaded his limbs, and if not for the thought that Ling Miao was still waiting for him, he would long have fallen over.
Looking at Tang Xuan who was still sprightly, he suddenly understood why Tang Xuan had stopped to rest.
“Fuck it, this bastard… ahh!”
Suddenly, Su Yuyang cried out in surprise. Tang Xuan glanced back at him curiously. Su Yuyang’s gaze met Tang Xuan’s. Less than a second later, Su Yuyang disdainfully moved his gaze elsewhere.
Tang Xuan sneered. “If you want to see Ling Miao, keep up. Don’t think I’ll let Ling Miao go if you fall to your death.”
“In other words, no matter what, you won’t let Ling Miao go.” Su Yuyang sneered.
Tang Xuan’s gaze swept downward. He looked at his own knife and said, “Yes, no matter what, I won’t let Ling Miao go. And…” Tang Xuan cut himself off halfway. He kept walking forward. Su Yuyang grit his teeth and followed.
Several twists and turns later, light reached his eyes.