kvmb Chapter 442 Weekly Summary
Chapter 442 Weekly Summary
Not good, not good at all.
Xi Yanchen gripped the old paper tightly, his body trembling slightly.
“Wife, look, he will never see me before he dies, and he will still be thinking about me. I am a beast.”
He wished the person who died was himself.
Bai Yisha felt a little sad, and seeing him like this, she took the initiative to go up and hug him.
"Xiao Bai, don't talk about yourself like that. If the old man knew you were saying that, he would definitely feel sorry for you. He doesn't blame you."
Xi Yanchen closed his eyes, rested his head on Bai Yisha's neck, and took deep breaths.
His throat felt like it was blocked by a huge rock.
feeling bad.
"He must be blaming me, that's why he hasn't appeared in my dreams for years. I'm a beast, I'm the one who should die..."
Feeling Xi Yanchen trembling and realizing that he was suppressing his emotions, Bai Yisha thought for two seconds and then gently patted his back.
"How could that be? He even appeared in my dream and asked me to help you. How could he blame you? Don't overthink it, Xiaobai. If you want to cry, just cry. Don't suppress yourself. There's no one else here. Don't feel ashamed. Crying is a form of release."
Her voice was soft and gentle, like a warm spring breeze.
Xi Yanchen's shoulders trembled, he coughed softly, turned his head to the sides, buried his face in Bai Yisha's neck, and began to sob softly.
The sound is very soft.
But Bai Yisha could clearly feel his hot tears.
For some reason, I felt a sense of empathy, and even wanted to cry.
Her eyes were slightly red, she pursed her lips, and tried to roll her eyes upwards, but she still couldn't control herself, and tears streamed down her face.
Suddenly, a tissue appeared on her face.
Bai Yisha paused for a moment, then turned her head to look over.
She saw He Zhizhou standing against the setting sun, wiping away her tears with a tissue in one hand, and raising his index finger to his lips with the other hand, making a 'shh' gesture, before gently shaking his head.
In that instant, Bai Yisha understood his lip movements: Be good, don't cry, don't make a fuss.
He Zhizhou knew Bai Yisha's personality; he knew she was easily influenced and had a strong sense of empathy. Thinking of Xi Yanchen's appearance, he worried that Bai Yisha would also cry.
So I followed.
as predicted.
This little girl's nose is red when she cries, which is very cute.
After an unknown amount of time, Xi Yanchen cried himself to sleep.
Bai Yisha didn't notice anything amiss, but He Zhizhou sensed something was wrong. After thinking for a moment, he posted his location in the group chat.
Soon, Cheng Wangxun and his group arrived.
Lu Jingyan, with great foresight, stopped Cheng Wangxun, who was about to go up and beat up Xi Yanchen, and pulled him aside.
Song Yumi and Lu Mingxing exchanged a glance, and seeing He Zhizhou's signaling look, the group moved a little further away from Bai Yisha and Lu Mingxing.
After learning what had happened, Cheng Wangxun leaned against the wall disdainfully, a blade of grass dangling from his mouth: "Sixteen years old, not even three yuan, useless."
Song Yumi didn't speak, but her eyes were fixed on Bai Yisha in the distance. She bit her lower lip, sensing something was wrong.
Lu Mingxing seemed lost in thought, and finally let out a soft sigh.
"Every family has its own troubles." Lu Jingyan had also experienced major events, so he was relatively calm.
"So? He's having a hard time at home, so he drags my idiot into comforting him? Does that mean every man in the world who suffers a severe emotional blow has to turn to my idiot for help? That's ridiculous!"
Cheng Wangxun snorted coldly, disagreeing with Lu Jingyan's words, and retorted.
I was already annoyed, and then I woke up to find my wife had been kidnapped. After searching for her for ages, I found her being held by some pretty boy.
He didn't care what injuries Xi Yanchen suffered; it was none of his business. All he wanted was his wife.
He spat out the foxtail grass and walked straight past.
The others knew what kind of person this young master was, so they didn't stop him.
They also wanted to take Bai Yisha back with them.
Song Yumi followed, passing by He Zhizhou. He smiled faintly and whispered, "Brother He, you have some skill."
He Zhizhou composed himself, glanced at him indifferently, and remained silent.
As Cheng Wangxun roughly pried the two apart, Xi Yanchen woke up and instinctively grabbed Bai Yisha's hand, as if it were the last straw.
A flash of panic crossed his eyes.
Bai Yisha naturally noticed and quickly took his hand to comfort him, "It's okay, it's okay, I'm here."
Cheng Wangxun: "......"
"You're talking nonsense. It'll be windy tonight. If you catch a cold, I'll hang you up and beat you up. Come on, let's go back to the hotel and I'll take you out to eat."
Xi Yanchen also realized something, and seeing the people around him, his restless heart calmed down a bit.
After dinner, Cheng Wangxun wanted to go out and find Xi Yan to beat up, but he was afraid that the werewolves would cause trouble around Bai Yisha, so he dragged them all out of the house.
"I'll be back in half an hour. If that little idiot has lost a single hair, you can forget about having your head."
Cheng Wangxun had his bodyguards protect Bai Yisha inside and out before he went out.
After Bai Yisha finished eating, she took a shower. Suddenly, the system notified her, which almost made her fall over in fright.
[Ding—Congratulations, host, for successfully completing a week. Today is the day to tally up your weekly task performance.]
Bai Yisha: "Wow, Your Majesty, you're a peeping tom! I'm taking a bath!"
[Sorry, host, I can't see it. It's all pixelated. I thought it was another bug. I used some merit to ask around the community, and the main god once issued a hidden rule, which is that one must not spy on or record the host's privacy. I think that's the reason.]
Bai Yisha: "You're quite moral, aren't you? Your supreme god—no, wait a minute, you used my merits???"
No, I am not that kind of ruler.
Bai Yisha hummed twice, quickly took a shower, put on her nightgown, and came out without even drying her hair. She casually wiped it dry and then plopped down on the bed.
A light blue, semi-transparent screen appeared in front of me.
Weekly Tasks -
1. Donation of one million yuan to charities, nursing homes, welfare institutions, etc. (Completed)
2. Live stream tipping expenditure reached one million yuan. (Completed)
3. Sponsor 3 impoverished students / Conduct 1 rural poverty alleviation mission. (Completed)
4. Perform two good deeds. (Completed)
5. Daily expenses not less than 30. (Completed)
[Congratulations, host, on completing this week's tasks. 1000 merit points have been credited to your account. Please check.]
Bai Yisha tilted her head, somewhat puzzled, and asked, "Good deed? When did I finish doing it?"
[As determined by the system, I cannot disclose the details. Although the host has done a few immoral things, it does not negate the fact that he has done good deeds.]
Speaking of this, Bai Yisha feels depressed.
She only got into a few fights; her merits are practically nonexistent.
Bai Yisha: "Look at my panel."