Transmigrated as the Treacherous Official's Childhood Sweetheart-Chapter 292 - 291: I Don’t Want Him

He and Sister Lu He were like a despondent man after a quarrel, so it’s understandable he’s in a low mood.

"No one is perfect; even saints weren’t born that way. You have no home to return to and suffered such an unexpected disaster. Your body is disabled, and you’ve been repressing your feelings for too long. It makes sense that you couldn’t hold back earlier during your dispute with Sister Lu He." Little Traitor stood by rationally analyzing the situation, providing the most reasonable comfort.

Since Ah Zhi isn’t around, comforting Brother Ah Jun shouldn’t be a big issue.

Ah Zhi is comforting Lu He, surely trampling Zhao Jun in the process...

He looked at the man in the wheelchair with a bit of sympathy...

Zhao Jun gazed at the courtyard gate with resentment: "Hmm. It’s good that you’re able to think this way at such a young age, but I wonder if she’ll understand."

Little Traitor, with a mature expression, shook his head and advised, "It’s hard to say. I’ve noticed that whenever Uncle Ye angers Aunt Ye, the problem only resolves after he appeases her; otherwise, Aunt Ye tends to be sullen for days..."

"This..." Zhao Jun paused for a moment, then spoke again, "Then you can push me around for a walk."

Finding a reason to apologize was hard to verbalize in front of the young boy.

It felt like a kind of shame~

"Okay," Little Traitor replied, acknowledging the request.

Being clever, he understood the man’s intention of seeking someone to apologize to...

The nine-year-old boy, not very tall or robust, was thin yet easily pushed the wheelchair.

The two large wheels on the beech chair were exquisitely crafted, emitting a soft rumbling sound when moved.

Most of the entrance was fitted with planks, making it accessible for wheelchairs.

Thanks to Lu He, Ye Mansion was also attentive in taking care of Zhao Jun!

One large and one small figure exited the gate.

...

At a columned pavilion in the backyard.

"Boo~hoo~hoo, ropes always break at their weakest points, and misfortune always finds the unfortunate. That dead man doesn’t appreciate anything..."

A beautiful young lady, graceful and delicate, used a handkerchief to wipe away her tears and snot.

A beauty crying, like raindrops on pear blossoms.

At the same time, she cursed indistinctly...

Ye Zhi, righteously indignant, chimed in: "That’s right, all men are big pig’s feet; my mom told me this long ago. Sister Lu He, you’re still young, you can find someone better, no need for that nattering Brother Ah Jun."

With a small hand, she gently patted the back of the woman crying against the railing, offering consolation!

Lu He said nothing, just lay there sobbing quietly~

A quarter of an hour later, the tender sobs faded to silence.

Only then did she remember to retort, her voice hoarse from crying: "I don’t want him anyway, ugly, dumb, and can’t even walk, I, I, I spit."

Not far from the pavilion, the man in the wheelchair wore a somber expression, his hand gripping tightly on the wheelchair.

Little Traitor was about to call out when Zhao Jun interrupted him: "No need, there’s no need for you to intervene in this matter." Though his voice seemed calm, if one paid close attention, there was already a faint hint of an impending storm.

Yet, the person in the pavilion remained oblivious...

Ah Zhi, though young and unable to match Little Traitor in cunning, had a certain agility with matters like this. 𝙛𝒓𝒆𝙚𝒘𝒆𝓫𝙣𝓸𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝒄𝒐𝓶

When someone is upset, naturally you agree with them, and save the logical argument for when tempers have cooled—saying anything when they’re angry is pointless~

"Not only that, he has quite a temper, too; he actually berated you earlier. I’ve never seen a man like this."

The petite girl’s voice was filled with injustice.

Lu He nodded in agreement: "Yes, he even scolded me; does he still think he’s my former master, the Eldest Young Master? One day, I’ll give him a good beating."