On the high-definition screen, the little boy in his cute pajamas started to “mount the horse.”
His short legs kicked in the air a few times, then he successfully flipped over and sat astride, wiggling his butt to steady himself.
The little boy flicked the reins in his hand:
“Riding the pony, giddyup! Giddyup! Giddyup!”
After watching the whole video, Zhao Yicheng’s first reaction was disbelief—fake, is this edited?
Could he really have shouted such a childish slogan as “Riding the pony, giddyup giddyup giddyup”?
He was already twenty-nine this year, practically thirty.
But even after replaying it several times, he couldn’t see a single sign of tampering.
Instead, the face of the little boy riding on the girl’s back, yelling “giddyup giddyup giddyup, riding the pony,” grew even clearer.
Zhao Yicheng thought to himself.
Maybe… his illness really was getting worse, already developing to an uncontrollable, intermittent amnesia stage.
At this moment, as she looked at the little boy in front of her, head lowered in guilt, Xu Yinsheng felt her heart stirring.
She had to admit, Zhao Yicheng had great genes—handsome as an adult, and as a child, adorable and cute.
Handsome men weren’t her type, but cute and adorable little boys…
Xu Yinsheng licked her somewhat dry lips.
Damn it, what was with this growing urge to be the “old cow eating young grass”?
As expected, she was a sucker for good looks.
With a light cough, Xu Yinsheng hid her hand holding the black notebook behind her back, while her other hand reached out to ruffle Zhao Yicheng’s soft hair.
“It’s fine, I forgive you. Take your medicine, see the doctor more often. If it gets too bad, you can stay in a mental hospital for a few months.”
“If you’re seeing a doctor this afternoon, I’ll drive you.”
After she finished speaking, she actually felt a bit gleeful inside.
What was that saying?
The clever are sometimes outsmarted by their own cleverness!
So what if she’d been ridden a few times?
As long as she could see Zhao Yicheng deflated, it was worth being ridden a hundred more!
After lunch, Xu Yinsheng drove the Bentley to take Zhao Yicheng to see the psychologist.
The previous man in a white coat had gone on a blind date, but thankfully, the Huayuan Federation was full of people, so it was easy to book an appointment at the nearest Psychological Clinic.
The usual traffic jam and parading crowds clogged the road.
They started and stopped all the way, taking two and a half hours, but finally arrived at the Psychological Clinic.
They spent the whole afternoon there, completing several sets of psychological tests, and spent a fair bit of money on medication.
By the time they got home, it was already 7 p.m.
When they returned, it was already dark.
Having spent the entire afternoon in the Psychological Diagnosis Room, both of them were mentally exhausted and had no desire to cook, so they took out their phones to order delivery.
The result… damn, even the delivery drivers had gone to join the parade—no one was delivering food.
Xu Yinsheng’s stomach grumbled, tears streaming down her face as she sighed, “The Huayuan Federation really is filled with martial spirit.”
In the end, it was still little boy Zhao Yicheng who made Wonton Noodles for the two of them, solving their dinner problem.
After dinner, as usual, Zhao Yicheng took a shower, changed into his pajamas, and locked himself in his bedroom.
Xu Yinsheng still didn’t feel at ease, so before going to bed, she personally locked her own bedroom door, and only then could she sleep soundly.
Late into the night, with a loud “boom,” a red cord as thick as a finger violently looped around Xu Yinsheng’s neck and yanked her out of her sweet dream.
***
The next morning, Zhao Yicheng woke up on his own bed, feeling refreshed.
He glanced at his tidy, clean room and nodded to himself.
Not bad, not bad. Looks like he didn’t have an episode last night, so Xiao Yin must have slept well too.
But as soon as he stepped out of his bedroom, a resentful gaze shot at him.
That look was like that of a little wife, eaten clean and wiped away, stirring up one’s sympathy.
On the living room sofa, Xu Yinsheng sported a pair of heavy, dark eye circles.
Seeing Zhao Yicheng approach, she raised her hand and pointed to the left.
Zhao Yicheng followed her finger and saw that Xu Yinsheng’s bedroom door, previously perfectly fine, now had a hole in it, as if someone had forcefully bashed through.
Wood shavings and dust had fallen, leaving mottled marks on the carpet below.
“Ahem.” Zhao Yicheng coughed twice, clearly embarrassed.
Xu Yinsheng, hearing him, raised her arm to cover her face, lowered her head, and said nothing.
Her pitiful appearance made Zhao Yicheng feel both guilty and distressed.
He walked over, originally wanting to comfort her by patting her head, as he always did.
But now, his height didn’t even reach Xu Yinsheng’s waist, so he could only pat her on the butt.
“Sorry, I’ll find a way to fix this.”
Xu Yinsheng returned his look with a gaze full of resentment and distrust.
“How about tonight, I tie you up?”
“We can give it a try.”
“I was just waiting for you to say that!”
Xu Yinsheng’s eyes instantly lit up, her mouth parting in a bright smile, revealing a row of white, neat teeth, her eyes glinting with mischief.
That night, she tossed the little boy trussed up like a rice dumpling back into his bedroom, while she hugged her quilt and went to sleep in a newly tidied room.
Zhao Yicheng’s villa was big and spacious, with plenty of empty rooms that only needed a little cleaning to be livable.
***
The next day, as soon as Zhao Yicheng opened his eyes, he saw the bed ropes snapped inch by inch. When he moved, a sharp pain shot from his kidneys—a feeling he’d never experienced before.
Before he could think further, a series of wails echoed from the living room, making his heart skip a beat. He rushed out of bed, and as soon as he opened the door, he saw Xu Yinsheng lying on the living room sofa, her lower body exposed to the cold air.
“My butt~”
“It hurts so much~”
Hearing her cries, Zhao Yicheng hurried over.
As he arrived, Xu Yinsheng gritted her teeth and pointed at his nose.
“You’re really something, aren’t you? You said you’d ride the pony, but how did it end up like this?”
“Are you doing this to mess with me on purpose?”
“My butt~”
“My butt~ wuwuwu~”
Zhao Yicheng took a closer look.
Her fair butt was imprinted with bright red palm marks, as if a mischievous child had ravaged a strawberry—making one want to take a bite.
It looked dramatic, but there really wasn’t any serious injury.
He fetched some Yunnan Baiyao and gently applied it to the red palm prints, all while Xu Yinsheng cried out in pain, begging him to be more gentle.
Once the medicine was on and Xu Yinsheng had pulled on her pants, Zhao Yicheng suggested that tonight, he should handcuff his hands to the nightstand.
Xu Yinsheng nodded vigorously and said she’d do it herself.
As expected… yet again, another disaster.
***
In the following days, Xu Yinsheng’s life was utter chaos.
By day, she applied Yunnan Baiyao; by night, she was ridden like a pony by the little boy.
Her dark circles grew heavier by the day, teetering on the edge of collapse.
Finally, she couldn’t take it anymore!
“Oooh, I really know I was wrong, please, just tell me how to fix Zhao Yicheng’s nighttime episodes!”
Back in her bedroom, sporting raccoon-like eye circles, Xu Yinsheng trembled as she scribbled down these words.
Beside her sat little Zhao Yicheng, who had been told everything when she decided to seek help from her future self.
“So, you know you were wrong? (‘ )”
“Yes, yes, I really know, wuwuwu o(T～~T)o”
“Will you dare to scold me again next time? (o•д•)o”
“No, no, I won’t (T)”