NCCnovel Chapter 188 Under the Pillow
Chapter 188 Under the Pillow
Di Hantian suddenly received a call.
The caller ID showed an unfamiliar number. After Di Hantian picked up the call, he heard an unexpected voice.
"Emperor, it's me."
A tender and magnetic voice came to his ears. Di Hantian reacted for a moment before realizing whose voice it was.
"Theodore?" Di Hantian was slightly surprised. He had also heard about the changes in the Mansfield family, but he didn't expect Theodore to call him at this time.
Di Hantian thought that Theodore would ask him for help, but he didn't expect that after the call was connected, the first question Theodore asked was an unrelated question.
Theodore's voice was slightly hoarse, but his tone was very calm: "Emperor, in your customs, what does it mean to sleep with something under your pillow?"
Di Hantian was stunned for a moment. Even though Theodore had always been in a worrying mental state, this question was too strange.
If the other party was not his best friend Theodore, but some other person, Di Hantian would have hung up the phone by now.
"Let me think about it..." Di Hantian thought for a moment and denied, "We don't have this custom."
"Forget it if you don't have it." The other party didn't seem surprised.
"Wait." Di Hantian recalled, "Before I went abroad, when I was a student, there was a legend among students. - If you put a book under your pillow when you sleep, you will dream about the contents at night."
"..."
The person on the other side seemed to stop breathing for a moment.
Di Hantian didn't notice and sneered, "Some students really believe this, and put the knowledge points under their pillows before the exam. It's so stupid."
Theodore didn't answer for a long time. Just when Di Hantian thought that the other party had hung up, he suddenly heard a hoarse, slow laugh from the other side.
"Yeah, that's stupid," Theodore muttered in French after he had laughed enough.
"Why are you asking this?" Di Hantian frowned, feeling that Theodore's madness had not been abated much because of the death of old Mansfield.
"Nothing." Theodore smiled, "Thanks, Emperor."
After saying this, the other party hung up the phone without hesitation.
Theodore hung up the phone and threw it away.
The phone fell to the floor with a loud bang, but Theodore seemed not to hear it and just stared at the photo in his hand.
The brilliant smile in the photo was like an annoying thorn. Suddenly, Theodore seemed to be stung and threw a stack of photos to the ground!
The photo paper was light and when it fell to the ground it did not make as much of a noise as a cell phone. Instead it scattered everywhere like a blanket of ridicule.
Theodore seemed to have punched cotton.
His amber eyes were tinged with anger, his temples were throbbing, Theodore took a few heavy breaths, and suddenly sneered.
But a dead man!
Ridiculous love, ridiculous memories - Duan Hongji, oh Duan Hongji, the thing that you have been avoiding and even dared not to mention for many years, turns out to be such an ordinary and disappointing thing!
You are nothing but a ridiculous coward!
But a coward!
Theodore's pupils were shining with anger, but his burning heart was becoming calmer and colder.
With a gentle smile on his face, he leaned over and slowly picked up the scattered photos one by one and sorted them out. He had a photographic memory and even remembered the order of the photos.
He couldn't let this embarrassing situation remain here. If Duan Hongji found out, he would drive him away.
Theodore put the photo back into the mattress and closed the gap in the mattress.
Then he turned and walked to the closet, carefully observing the bottom of the closet.
The bottom of the cabinet was very smooth, and it was unknown what kind of wood it was made of. But this did not bother Theodore.
He measured it and punched somewhere hard!
This seemingly unintentional punch actually created a thin crack on the bottom of the cabinet!
You know, although Duan Hongji is stingy, he is not the kind of person who would not use good materials. The wood used in this wardrobe is definitely not wild wood.
He is truly a monster born with supernatural powers.
Theodore knocked a few more times. I don't know how he did it, but a small wooden splinter quietly popped out from the crack in the bottom of the cabinet.
Theodore hummed a song as he folded the mattress carefully and put it back in place. Then, he hung the fabric at the gap in the mattress on the wooden thorn.
The wooden splinter was completely covered by the mattress, and from above, it looked exactly the same as before.
However, if someone who is not aware of the situation pulls it forcefully from the top, the bottom will inevitably get caught and torn.
I wonder who this lucky “uninformed person” will be?
If it was Duan Hongji, it would be interesting. Destroying something that he cherished with his own hands, that expression must be very sexy.
It would be nice if it was someone else. That unworthy Mrs. Duan—what was her name? Jiang Huiyi, she didn't seem to be as cold-hearted to Duan Hongji as Duan Hongji was to her. If you see these things, your expression will be very interesting.
Really looking forward to it.
From beginning to end, while doing these things, Theodore had a gentle, charming, and creepy smile on his face, as if he was doing a very light and pleasant job.
Theodore whistled and swaggered out of Duan Hongji's bedroom.
Zhao Ruoming, who watched the whole process, said: "..."
Bastard! Bastard!
Theodore is indeed a descendant of the great Mansfield family! A basin on the moral level! A general among the shameless!
The Mansfield family is so great! With such an heir, why worry about the family not being able to maintain long-term stability?
Although he was complaining in his heart, this wave of assists was still very appropriate. Zhao Ruoming planned to return to Duan's house as soon as possible in the evening to help Theodore complete his mission of instigating others.
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I don’t know whether to praise Zhao Ruoming for his good luck or Theodore for his good luck. In short, Jiang Huiyi did not meet Duan Jizhi outside for too long today and returned home early.
After dinner, Duan Hongji went upstairs to take a shower first, and Jiang Huiyi followed him upstairs.
Jiang Huiyi had spent most of the day hanging out with Duan Jizhi outside. When she saw the tired Duan Hongji, she couldn't help feeling a little guilty.
She thought that she couldn't be too mean to Duan Hongji, so she prepared to help him make the mat on the floor while he was taking a shower.
Jiang Huiyi held the thick mattress and wondered in her heart. She didn't know why Duan Hongji loved this old mattress so much that he even took it apart and washed it himself. Wouldn't it be better to just replace it with a new one?
Thinking like this will inevitably lead to distraction. Jiang Huiyi didn't pay attention and felt that the mattress in her hand seemed heavier than usual, so she pulled it with a little force.
With a "swish", Jiang Huiyi was taken back a step by inertia. Then, there were some subtle fluttering sounds, like a butterfly flapping its wings.
Jiang Huiyi looked at it in astonishment, only to see that the mattress had been torn into a big hole for some reason.
What surprised her even more was that the rustling noises turned out to be a large pile of things falling to the ground!