After Rebirth, I Married the Great Demon King

Chapter 129: Chapter 129: Don’t you like it?

Yun Shifei immediately replied seriously, "No, he and I are just friends."

What a joke, how could she be worthy of someone like him?

Seeing Yun Shifei answer so earnestly, Sun Xiaoqi didn’t doubt her; she trusted Yun Shifei.

Still, she couldn’t help but feel a little regretful: "I think Cheng Lie has a good appearance that matches well with yours. If he didn’t have that, um, autism, you two would practically be made for each other. Look, even your family backgrounds match quite well."

Yun Shifei could only respond with a smile.

Once Cheng Lie recovered from his illness, he’d probably forget her.

In her past life, after Cheng Lie recovered, he left South City. She didn’t know where he went.

All she knew was that he became very extraordinary later on.

While the Cheng Family fell farther into decline.

These past two years, though, represented the Cheng Family’s best period.

Yun Shifei bought some more snacks and brought them along to give to Cheng Lie.

She knocked on the door of the Cheng Family’s house.

Zhao Haishuang saw Yun Shifei and smiled slightly. "Shi Fei came over?"

"Hello, Auntie. I’m here to see Cheng Lie."

When Zhao Haishuang saw the bag in Yun Shifei’s hand, she couldn’t help but frown slightly. This girl was way too nice to Cheng Lie.

She had already sent him so much food before, and now she was bringing something else for him?

What could it be? She was a bit curious.

Yun Shifei, familiar with the house, ran straight to Cheng Lie’s room and knocked on his door.

After a while, the boy came over and opened the door.

Yun Shifei stepped inside.

It was cold outside, but the room was heated and quite warm.

Yun Shifei took off her scarf and coat.

Underneath, she was wearing a fluffy white sweater.

Her face had a healthy rosy hue, a stark contrast to the skinny, sallow complexion she’d had six months ago. She looked like she had been living well.

She was becoming more and more like a little rabbit, Cheng Lie thought.

Yun Shifei took out a pair of gloves and handed them to Cheng Lie. "Cheng Lie, I was out shopping today and saw these gloves. I thought they’d suit you perfectly. Try them on and see if they fit."

She had planned to give him these gloves for quite some time.

But she deliberately said she had seen them while shopping today and bought them on a whim, to avoid making him feel it was too formal.

When Cheng Lie didn’t move, Yun Shifei wasn’t particularly surprised. She took his hand gently and carefully put the gloves on him.

And sure enough, they fit perfectly—not too big, not too small.

Yun Shifei held Cheng Lie’s hands and looked up at him with a smile. "They fit so well."

Her eyes sparkled with a playful light that seemed to pierce directly into Cheng Lie’s heart.

Cheng Lie suddenly felt overwhelmed. He pulled his hands away from hers and took off the gloves.

Yun Shifei was puzzled by his reaction. "You don’t like them?"

She glanced at the tiny wound on Cheng Lie’s finger. A few days had passed, and it was healing—a relief for her.

But she still couldn’t tell if Cheng Lie liked the gloves or not.

Cheng Lie stared at the gloves for a long time before finally saying, "Take them back."

Yun Shifei looked at Cheng Lie in surprise, seemingly unable to understand why he wouldn’t like them.

"You don’t like them?" She asked cautiously, her voice tinged with disappointment.

Cheng Lie murmured a soft "Hmm."

"It’s okay. Gloves are meant to be used someday," Yun Shifei said, placing the gloves in Cheng Lie’s arms.

If he didn’t accept them, they’d go unused anyway.

"If you really don’t want them, just throw them away," she added.

It was rare for her to be so bold, but she believed Cheng Lie needed the gloves.

Winter in South City was still quite cold. At school, she wore gloves to keep her hands warm.

If Cheng Lie didn’t have gloves, it seemed only right for her to give them to him.

Cheng Lie hadn’t expected Yun Shifei to become so audacious. He remembered how she used to be overly cautious when dealing with him.

Later, she dared to reach out and touch his hair. Now, she was bold enough to insist on giving him a rejected gift.

He looked at the gloves she had forced upon him. They were high-quality, made of genuine leather and lined with thick fur, warming his hands immediately. They were clearly expensive.

He knew her explanation wasn’t true; this gift wasn’t something casually bought on a whim.

She had put a lot of thought into it.

And yet, he couldn’t accept her gift.

Because Zhao Haishuang would inevitably come up and ask what Yun Shifei had given him after she left.

Then she would rummage through his belongings. noveldrama

While the snacks Yun Shifei had brought before were one thing, this gift was different. It was something he didn’t want Zhao Haishuang taking away.

But since Yun Shifei insisted on giving it to him, Cheng Lie had no choice but to find a way to hide it.

Seeing that Cheng Lie didn’t reject her forced gesture, Yun Shifei breathed a sigh of relief.

Otherwise, she really wouldn’t know who else to give the gloves to.

"Cheng Lie, next time you come to my house, I’ll make sure my dog properly apologizes to you. It’s very well-behaved now and won’t bite you like it did before."

Yun Shifei had trained her dog extensively. Golden retrievers were smart and quickly picked up a few new tricks.

She chatted with Cheng Lie for a little while longer before saying goodbye.

After Yun Shifei left, Cheng Lie thought for a moment and then tucked the gloves inside the coat hanging in his wardrobe.

Not long after, the door to his room creaked open.

Zhao Haishuang came in, her gaze falling on the snacks arranged on his desk. She raised an eyebrow. "That girl from the Yun Family is really good to you, isn’t she? Bringing you more expensive snacks again."

She eyed the snacks. "Why are there so many sweets? Xiao Lie, you don’t like sweets, do you? I’ll just take them."

Cheng Lie silently watched her, his expression entirely different from the one he had when facing Yun Shifei.

His gaze was hollow, icy, and unsettling—almost chilling.

Inwardly, Zhao Haishuang cursed Cheng Lie.

Had she not known that this child was "slow," the look in his eyes might have genuinely scared her, making her fear he’d grab a knife and stab her.

How terrifying.

Yet Cheng Guomin adamantly refused to let Cheng Lie leave, insisting that keeping him contained ensured he would never stir up trouble.

So Zhao Haishuang couldn’t drive him away. All she could do was find ways to torment him day by day.

After all, he was "slow" and wouldn’t fight back, no matter how she bullied him.

Like now, when she took his sweets, Cheng Lie didn’t react at all.

Once the door closed again, Cheng Lie lowered his gaze.

For some reason, after living this way for so many years, Cheng Lie had thought he’d grown used to it.

Yet now, he found himself increasingly uncomfortable.

He felt an intense rejection of his circumstances—a growing urge to change them.

Was it because he had seen light, and now the darkness felt unbearable?

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After giving Cheng Lie the gloves, Yun Shifei kept a close eye on him. But she noticed that Cheng Lie never wore the gloves she had given him.

A week went by, and he still hadn’t worn them. Yun Shifei felt a twinge of disappointment.

He really didn’t like the gloves she gave him.

When he rejected them that day, she thought forcing them on him meant he had accepted them.

Little did she know, Cheng Lie would never wear them.