A Fruitful Encounter

At the gate, Xiao Yun and Su Shimao faced off against each other.

Su Shimao was about to sneer at Xiao Yun when suddenly a flash of white light appeared before his eyes, and a fist came flying at him at incredible speed.

"Ouch!" Su Shimao felt his body lift into the air, covering his eye as he was thrown out, landing with a thud in the snow and rolling around, covered head to toe in white.

"You fool, if you dare cause trouble again, I'll beat you to death, got it!?" Xiao Yun clenched his fists and swung a few times, thinking to himself, "After all, I am General Xiao's top fierce warrior, a supreme expert who takes heads from thousands on the battlefield. If I don't show my power, do you think I'm a sickly cat?"

Su Shimao didn't expect Xiao Yun to start hitting him without warning. He covered his eye, sniffling angrily, wanting to find Li Yanhao again but was afraid of Xiao Yun's fists. He could only glare resentfully: "You brute, thinking your brawn makes you special? Disgusting rabbit lord!"

Saying that, Su Shimao spat on the ground and stomped on the snow a few times, cursing, "A son hitting his father! I won't stoop to your level, you bastard!"

As Su Shimao covered his eye and dashed away, he happened to run into a crowd that had gathered to watch.

Looking at the crowd, Su Shimao saw everyone trying to suppress their laughter, full of mockery and ridicule. The scholar's face felt like it had nowhere to hide. Taking a deep breath, he even cupped his hands toward the crowd, putting on an act: "Uncles, aunts, cousin Ali, brother-in-law Yuanbao, I am very pleased to visit today, but since it’s late, I shall visit you all another day!"

As soon as Su Shimao finished speaking, a few maids and servants in the crowd couldn’t hold their laughter, covering their mouths with snickers.

Su Shimao was even more embarrassed, his ears burning red. He quickly dashed out of the courtyard and ran all the way home in a huff.

"Today was still fruitful. At least the young master let me serve him drinks..." Su Shimao calmed down, took off his dirty robe, and lay on his bed, quite satisfied with his performance today.

The only thing he resented was that Tudan messed things up. If it weren’t for Tudan’s interference, he would have succeeded today! Sigh, it’s so infuriating!

Because of Su Shimao’s commotion, there was more gossip at Su Li’s house. When everyone dispersed and went back to their rooms to sleep, they were still talking about the gossip.

Xiao Yun helplessly looked at Li Yanhao, who was sleeping like a dead pig on the bed. After washing up, he took off his clothes and lay down, tugging the quilt hard a few times.

Li Yanhao mumbled a few times in his sleep, leaning closer to Xiao Yun like a dead pig, muttering, "Tudan, good Tudan, let's spar again, spar..."

"Spar my foot!" Xiao Yun disdainfully pushed Li Yanhao's head away, but Li Yanhao immediately leaned back on him, even throwing a leg over.

Xiao Yun pushed several times like this, but instead of moving away, Li Yanhao, attracted by Xiao Yun's warmth, pressed even closer.

"Oh no, could it really be a case of '断袖' (a euphemism for male homosexuality)?" Xiao Yun shuddered as he looked at Li Yanhao sleeping soundly with drool on his shoulder, muttering, "I'm a hardcore straight man; you dead '断袖', don't even think of taking advantage of me."

Saying that, he gave Li Yanhao a fierce kick, thoroughly pushing him back onto the bed, finally getting some peace to sleep.

"Phew..." Xiao Yun snuggled into the quilt, eyes closed, muttering, "General Xiao, oh General Xiao, your subordinate has even sold his looks for you, da da da..."