The Correct Strategy to Approach the Yandere Supporting Male Lead

The Correct Strategy to Approach the Yandere Supporting Male Lead Chapter 10.2

A Woman’s Fragrance (10) – His nickname was Ah Chu (2)

Bai Qing Qing reached out her hand to help him tidy up the white clothes that obviously did not fit for him, her eyes were indistinct, as if the one she was looking at was no longer Lu Zhi Yao.

“This white clothing still fits you so well, I thought you didn’t like it when you threw it away.”

Little Lu Zhi Yao didn't give her any glance, he seemed to be in a daze but also seemed to be thinking about something.

Be it whether he was thinking about something or not, Li Ruo Shui saw the word “boring” in his expression.

Bai Qing Qing was immersed in it for a while, and then seemed to suddenly remember something.
The smile on her face turned into a loving one, she stretched out her hand to cup Lu Zhi Yao's small face, and the red sandalwood beads on her wrist collided with a crisp sound.

“Didn't we agree to get the ears pierced? Is Ah Chu ready yet?”

It was only then that Little Lu Zhi Yao responded, his misty eyes turned to Bai Qing Qing's direction, and he nodded indifferently.

“Do you know why mother likes you? Because Ah Chu is very obedient and no matter how much I love you, you will never leave.”

She took out the silver needles and medicinal wine that she had prepared from the food box.
Little Lu Zhi Yao did not respond, his misty eyes looking straight ahead but failed to focus.

Bai Qing Qing soaked the silver needle into the medicinal wine, and while stirring it, she smiled brightly, as relaxed as going on an outing.

“Mother got the news from your father the day before yesterday, he seems to be married.”

The yellow wine was slightly turbid, the silver needles swirled in between, stirring up the herbs in it, and the innocent expression still remained on her face.

“But it's not his fault, didn't Mother take you and remarry too? Your father is angry with me, isn't he?”

A gust of wind blew in the narrow courtyard, and the petals that had been crushed into flower mud stuck to the stone floor, like a smear of blood that could not be dissolved.
The fragrance of flowers could be smelled in the air, but it was more obvious that there was a strong smell of wine.

However, Little Lu Zhi Yao didn't care, he just wondered how big the courtyard was and why he hadn't been able to touch the door after walking many times.

“Are you angry with me? Because I remarried, is that it?”

Bai Qing Qing wielded the medicinal wine aside, the porcelain bottle swayed twice on the table, but still steadied its body and stopped.
The silver needle in the bottle collided against the top of the bottle, and the clinking sounded very nice.

He was almost fascinated.

Having received no response from her beloved, Bai Qing Qing moved forward and took his arm, smiling innocently, but there were tears in his eyes, as if praying, but also a little frantic.

“Why don't you answer me? Is it because you are jealous that I remarried again, so you took another wife? Our Ah Chu is blind, he needs you, why don't you come back?”

Little Lu Zhi Yao turned his head to “look” at her, his eyes remained unfocused, all that was in those eyes was the misty rain of the south of the Yangtze river, gently and softly obscuring the sky light that wanted to penetrate through it.

“Mother, are you going to pierce the ears already?”

Bai Qing Qing smiled and cupped his face, her tone was soft but her tone suppressed with a few tremors.

“Now, don’t say anything else, say you’re jealous, you’re jealous because I remarried.”

His tiny face was pinched and deformed, his sweet red lips were almost pulled behind his ears, and his dark pupils couldn't find focus, like a puppet being bullied and manipulated arbitrarily.

Li Ruo Shui was frightened even when she was an adult, but Little Lu Zhi Yao was only a five or six years old child, so how could he not be afraid?

She tried to pull Bai  Qing Qing’s hand away, but it was useless, it just passed through every time, which made her a little helpless.

Bai Qing Qing’s tears could no longer be stopped and flowed all over her face, looking self-pity, but the words she uttered seemed to be quenched with poison.

“Back then, in order to keep you from leaving, I took the medicine that made our Ah Chu blind, but you left without the slightest pity, you are so cruel.
Now you’re jealous, aren’t you? Are you jealous?”

Hearing these words, Li Ruo Shui was stunned and looked at Lu Zhi Yao, feeling extremely sad.

None of his parents had really looked forward to his birth and even his eyes were poisoned by his mother.

“Is that so.”

Little Lu Zhi Yao raised a soft smile, but the smile became strange because the corner of his mouth was pulled.
Just like an Udumbara flower in the night, quiet and silent, with an unknowingly fragility.

He opened his mouth and his clear child's voice sounded naturally innocent: “I'm jealous, I'm jealous that you are married to someone else.”

Little Lu Zhi Yao said this sentence with great effort.
It felt as if a switch had been flipped within Bai Qing Qing, and her tears stopped flowing.
She smiled and wiped away the tears on his face, touching affectionately at the tip of his nose, like a young girl in love.

“Of course I know you're jealous.
But don't feel bad, it's just because this man bears some resemblance to you.
I just love you so much that I'm going crazy thinking about you.”

Little Lu Zhi Yao chuckled as if he had heard some joke, then spoke, “Mother, are we still getting the ear piercing?”

“Yes.”

Bai Qing Qing took the medicine bottle again, the tears on her face were not dry, but she gently hummed a song with a strong nasal voice.

She took out the silver needle that had been soaked in the medicinal wine, curved her eyes, and leaned forward to hold Lu Zhi Yao's earlobe.

The piercing went without hesitation, and the bright red blood beads fell off the earlobe like small red beans, dripping drops of plum blossoms on his white clothes.

“Look, this is the ear stick I've been looking for for a long time.
It's made from the bones of a white-feathered chicken.
It's beautiful, isn't it?”

With both ears pierced, Bai Qing Qing took out two tiny ear sticks and dangled them in front of his eyes.
Her eyes curved like crescent moons and there was a bit of a call for credit in her words.

She forgot that her child could not see anything at all, and just joyfully inserted the ear sticks into his earlobes, which were still beetling with red beans.

The cicadas outside the courtyard were still calling desperately, as if this summer would never end.

Li Ruo Shui did not hear Lu Zhi Yao's exclamation.
He just stared blankly into the unknown place and in his eyes, no matter where he looked, there was nothing but emptiness.