Chapter 337 334. Being Called to Account
A light drizzle started in the evening.
Su Peng dragged his exhausted body home. After shaking the raindrops off himself, he opened the door sluggishly.
His legs ached terribly and he was mentally drained. The moment he stepped inside, his knees almost buckled and he nearly collapsed onto the floor.
Fortunately, An Han appeared in time and grabbed him to steady him.
“What happened to you? You look miserable.”
“Don’t even mention it. I almost died. Let me sit for a bit.”
With that, Su Peng plopped down directly onto the floor. Grimacing, he rolled up his sleeve.
“I fell earlier. Probably scraped the skin.”
“Take your shoes off first. I just mopped the floor.”
An Han leaned over to look. It was only a small scrape on his elbow—there wasn’t even any blood—so she relaxed. She crouched in front of the shoe cabinet to look for the first-aid kit they kept there.
“Want a bandage?”
She turned to look at him. When they parted after class that evening, Su Peng had been full of confidence about handling food delivery work. Now he looked like a complete mess.
His hair was soaked, his jacket had a hole with the cotton lining poking out, and his exhausted, bedraggled appearance made people feel sorry for him.
“It suddenly started raining,” Su Peng complained while catching his breath after taking off his shoes. “And the orders kept rushing in. Those old dorm buildings don’t even have elevators—going up and down the stairs nonstop. Feels like my legs aren’t even mine anymore.”
“And I even delivered one order to the wrong place. Damn it!”
He took off his rain-soaked jacket. An Han casually took it and hung it on the rack beside the shoe cabinet.
“Here, a bandage. Did you hurt anywhere else?”
Su Peng stretched lazily and looked up at An Han’s pretty face. The resentment on his face disappeared instantly as he grinned.
“My legs hurt. Can you massage them for me?”
“What’s wrong with you?” An Han rolled her eyes. “You’ve trained in martial arts since you were little and even have muscles. And delivering food for a few hours already wrecked you?”
She walked straight to the sofa and sat down. Su Peng immediately followed and sat beside her.
“Where does it hurt?”
Su Peng simply rested his leg across her thigh.
“Everywhere.”
An Han didn’t say anything. With pursed lips, her small hands began kneading his calf. She glanced up at Su Peng, who was reclining comfortably on the other side of the sofa with a blissful smile, and her cheeks gradually turned red.
“Hey… a little higher… a little higher…”
Her hands moved upward as she kneaded, finally stopping at his thigh.
This guy wasn’t sore at all—he was clearly teasing her.
An Han raised her hand, ready to teach Su Peng what “completely powerless” and “all bark but no bite” meant.
But just then, her phone rang.
Seeing the caller ID, she immediately became alert.
“Su Peng—my dad’s calling!”
“Why is he calling again?”
“Probably here to interrogate me… Don’t say anything.”
After answering, An Han waited nervously for a moment. All she heard from the other end was breathing.
Helpless, she spoke first.
“Dad… what’s up?”
“Can’t I call my daughter if there’s nothing?”
“Uh… that’s not what I meant.” An Han leaned back against the sofa while squeezing Su Peng’s leg.
After a brief silence, her father sighed heavily.
“Why won’t you just listen to me…”
“That’s not true! Su Peng really isn’t living with me!”
She defended herself righteously about the previous incident.
“He just brought me breakfast that morning! I’m his girlfriend—what’s wrong with bringing breakfast?!”
Her tone sounded offended and indignant as she raised her voice.
“Dad! I’m not that kind of casual person! Aren’t you coming this weekend? If you don’t believe me, come see for yourself!”
She huffed, but covered the phone’s microphone with her hand and turned to Su Peng anxiously.
“Do you think he’ll believe me?”
“You’d be better off just confessing.”
Su Peng lifted his other sore leg with a pained expression.
“Delivering food is really brutal. Massage this one too.”
“You stink like sweat. Go take a shower later.”
An Han mocked him before uncovering the microphone and continuing to “argue” with her father.
She had a bad feeling that her reaction was too intense—almost like she was trying too hard to hide something.
Sure enough, her mother’s laughter came from the other end.
“An Han is definitely living with Su Peng already. When she was little, every time she lied after getting caught, she acted exactly like this.”
“The louder she gets, the more guilty she is.”
An Han was left speechless.
Then her mother added with a chuckle:
“If I guessed right, she’s about to start acting shameless and refusing to admit it.”
How are you predicting everything?!
“Su Peng might even be right beside her.”
Her mother had seen right through everything.
Her father might not know as well—after all, he spent most of the year away from home—but her mother had raised her since childhood. Even though their son had turned into a daughter and some personality traits had changed, her behavioral logic hadn’t.
An Han was rendered completely speechless by her mother’s remarks. Her father became even more furious.
“Let Su Peng answer the phone!”
“Did he forget the three rules we agreed on?!”
Three rules? What rules?
She tried hard to recall the promise Su Peng once made to her father. One of them seemed to be that Su Peng wasn’t allowed to touch her…
“Su Peng is probably in his dorm. Call him directly—why call me?” she stubbornly insisted.
An Han could somewhat understand her father’s thinking. If her own little sister had a boyfriend, she’d probably guard her the same way—to stop her from being cluelessly taken advantage of.
Deep down, there would even be a strange feeling—like being “NTR’d”—a mix of jealousy and anger.
Her father hung up.
A few seconds later, Su Peng’s phone rang.
Su Peng and An Han exchanged a glance. After coughing lightly, he quickly put on a flattering smile and answered.
“Hello, Dad—”
“Who’s your dad?!”
The furious shout scared Su Peng so badly that he quickly pulled the phone away from his ear.
He showed none of the toughness he had with his own parents. In front of his future father-in-law, he was completely submissive.
An Han snickered beside him while increasing the strength of her leg massage.
Seeing that Su Peng didn’t react, she pinched the soft flesh on his thigh. Before she even applied force, Su Peng was already glaring at her.
“Stop messing around.”
However, his lowered voice was still heard by An Han’s father.
“What did you say?!”
“Where are you right now? Add me on WeChat and send me a video!”
Uh-oh.
“Wait a moment—I don’t have WeChat. I need to download it.”
Su Peng’s face darkened. He hurriedly sat upright on the sofa, removed his legs from An Han’s lap, and prepared to put on his jacket and run back to campus.
“My Wi-Fi is bad. Downloading WeChat might take a while.”
The other end of the phone went silent. Su Peng’s frantic movements slowed.
Helpless, he sighed.
“Fine… I’m actually with An Han right now…”
“Uncle, I didn’t dare do anything to her. Really.”
Su Peng said this with absolute sincerity.
Most of the time, it was An Han who initiated things and teased him—he had never taken the initiative himself.
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From this point on, the story is mostly about them showing affection and facing various problems together. Writing too much of that easily gets criticized as padding, and subscriptions really did start dropping around this stage.
If things move quickly, it might finish within this month. If readers still want to see more, I can write more—depends on the subscription numbers.
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