After marrying the hunter, he became more and more abnormal

Chapter 503 Side CP Extra: Yingying X Zhang Siyuan 5

Yingying glared at Zhang Siyuan, who had caused her to be teased. Zhang Siyuan shrank back and remained silent.

"Go back to your side." Yingying sighed, helplessly issuing another dismissal. She was truly exasperated. Why had she wasted time figuring out how to treat this idiot? This idiot was like a stubborn leech, completely unresponsive. Why did she even need to think about it?

Zhang Siyuan pouted and looked at him pitifully, "Siyuan doesn't want to go back. Siyuan bought some things; I'm a guest."

Yingying took a deep breath, suppressing the anger in her heart, and said, "You've already bought it."

Zhang Siyuan looked up, then down, then up again, glancing at him repeatedly before whispering, "Siyuan has lots of money, he can buy so much."

"..." Yingying was at her wit's end. She was itching to throw this clueless idiot out.

Xiao Sui and the other shop assistants, who had been secretly watching them, almost burst out laughing when they saw this. However, even after all this, the shopkeeper didn't kick Young Master Zhang out, so he probably wasn't as angry as he seemed.

Xiao Sui had a fairly good impression of Zhang Siyuan. He glanced at Yingying, his eyes darting around, then went to fetch a tall stool and said to Zhang Siyuan, "Young Master Zhang, why don't you sit here?"

He placed the stool in a corner on the side of the counter, a perfect spot where it wouldn't obstruct business and would still allow him to see the shopkeeper.

Zhang Siyuan's eyes lit up instantly. He smiled at Xiao Sui, but instead of sitting down immediately, he turned to look at Ying Ying, who was pursing her lips, his eyes filled with inquiry and expectation. In the end, Ying Ying stared at Xiao Sui.

After taking it upon himself to put down the stool, Xiao Sui quickly ran off to greet the guests, seemingly oblivious to Ying Ying's fixed gaze upon him.

Seeing that Yingying was only looking at others and not at him, Zhang Siyuan called out unhappily, "Yingying... wife."

Yingying turned around, not understanding why he was acting aggrieved again. She opened her mouth, but finally forced out a stiff "Sit down."

Zhang Siyuan's expression changed from gloomy to sunny in a second. He drifted over and sat down, his posture as proper as a primary school student in a private school.

Yingying's lips twitched slightly, and she turned her gaze away, casually starting to calculate.

A quarter of an hour, then another quarter of an hour... Zhang Siyuan continued to watch him quietly.

Yingying seemed to be focused on his own work, but he couldn't help but be distracted by that overly intense gaze. Finally, he sighed and reluctantly stopped what he was doing, taking a plate of pastries from beside him and pushing it onto the counter closest to Zhang Siyuan. Oh, these were sent by Zhang Siyuan.

However, Zhang Siyuan clearly didn't think that way. When he saw Yingying share her food with him, he was overjoyed, as if he had received a great treasure. He gave a silly smile and said, "Yingying, you're so kind."

"I'm not good, I'm fierce, and I like to hit people." Yingying said, leaning back slightly and taking out a small picture book from the inner shelf of the counter. It was bought by Xiao Sui to pass the time. Yingying had seen it while looking for something and had quickly flipped through it. The contents were almost all funny and easy-to-understand comic books.

"Look at this when you're bored," Yingying said as she handed him the small sketchbook.

When Zhang Siyuan saw it, he thought it was a book for recognizing characters, and his bright smile immediately faded. His grandparents used to love having some stern old men teach him to read. They would talk and talk until he got dizzy, and those crooked and twisted characters hurt his eyes. But this book was given to him by Yingying's wife...

Not wanting to disappoint Yingying's wife, Zhang Siyuan resignedly took the sketchbook, then sat back down resentfully, frowning and saying bitterly, "Siyuan will study the characters carefully. Yingying can't scold Siyuan like those fierce teachers."

Yingying raised an eyebrow, somewhat surprised. She hadn't expected the Zhang family to hire a tutor for this silly young master. But then she thought it was indeed feasible. This silly young master wasn't completely stupid, and a forceful teaching method should be able to teach him to remember some things.

Seeing that Yingying's wife didn't encourage or comfort him in a gentle tone like his grandmother, Zhang Siyuan looked even more aggrieved.

Ignoring his resentful yet accusatory gaze, Yingying said, "You look first."

Zhang Siyuan gave a disappointed "Oh," resigned himself to looking at the pictures, but when he opened them, he found they were all interesting little figures: swordsmen fighting with swords, funny men and women being chased around by a ferocious dog, and a burly little man fighting a big tiger. They were all so amazing and interesting...

As Zhang Siyuan watched, his attention gradually shifted, and he stopped staring at Yingying. Yingying breathed a sigh of relief, finally able to focus on her work without distractions.

During this time, Zhang Da and Zhang Er came over to check on the situation. They saw that their young master had taken a seat at the counter and was happily reading a sketchbook. They both smiled with satisfaction.

Not bad, not bad. Their young master is a bit slow-witted, but he's persistent enough. Look, he's successfully made it into the room, and Young Master Ying didn't even bother to kick him out!

Time flows silently, and before you know it, it's evening. After the bustling night market, the number of pedestrians on the street gradually decreases, and the shops on both sides of the street close one after another.

"Young Master Zhang, we're closing up now. If you have something to do, come back tomorrow. Our manager probably won't be coming down." Xiao Sui said to Zhang Siyuan. To be honest, he admired the young master quite a bit. He could stay in their shop for so long, even after their manager went to rest.

Zhang Siyuan glanced at the empty stairwell, then followed Zhang Da and Zhang Er, who were waiting for him, out the stairs, looking back every few steps.

With a loud bang, the shop door slammed shut right in front of him.

"Young Master, let's go back to the manor too," Zhang Da said, and Zhang Er went to bring the carriage over.

Zhang Siyuan stood at the shop entrance, hesitant and unwilling to return home, saying, "I'm not going back. I'll stay at the teahouse."

"No way!" Zhang Da and Zhang Er exclaimed in unison. They hadn't expected Young Master Ying to be so powerful. His return had already made their young master not want to go home anymore. This was unacceptable!

"Oh, my young master, you should come back with us, otherwise the master and madam will hold us accountable."

"Yes, young master, look, Young Master Ying is back, and the shop is here. As the shopkeeper, he's here, so this place is practically his home. He won't run away. So please come back with us and we'll come back tomorrow morning, okay?"

"That's right. The sooner we go back and rest, the sooner we can get up tomorrow and come see Young Master Ying sooner. Young Master, think about it carefully, doesn't that make sense?"

Zhang Siyuan thought about it seriously for a moment, and then said under the expectant gazes of the two, "Wouldn't staying here allow me to see Yingying's wife sooner? Tomorrow, as soon as they open the door, Siyuan will be able to see Yingying's wife immediately!"

Upon hearing this, Zhang Da and Zhang Er thought to themselves, "It's all over. It seems that Young Master Ying and Young Master Ying are not easy to fool." Just as they were about to continue persuading him, a voice rang out from above.

“You go back with them.”

"It's Yingying's wife!"

Zhang Siyuan immediately looked up, but couldn't see anything, so he ran a little further outside and indeed saw Yingying standing inside the window. She was still wearing a mask, but her usually high-tied black hair was now loose.

"It's late, go back with them, don't let your grandparents worry."

"Will Yingying leave tomorrow?" Zhang Siyuan asked, seemingly unrelated to the question, his expression unusually serious, showing no trace of silliness.

Yingying paused for a moment, then said, "I'm not leaving, I'm not leaving anytime soon."

Zhang Siyuan smiled, his bright eyes curving into crescents, his brightly colored clothes swaying in the night breeze. The deserted street seemed less desolate because of his overly radiant smile, or so Yingying thought.

He looked down and saw the other person waving and shouting, "Siyuan, listen to Yingying! Yingying, you mustn't lie to Siyuan! See you tomorrow, Yingying!"

Yingying responded by closing the window and added, "Disturbing the peace, get out of here!"