My Child and I Married a Billionaire novel Chapter 234

Chapter 234: Chapter 234: Rent Your Bed

Zeke Walton was too embarrassed to tell Amina he’d had a falling out with his friend, and he was also too embarrassed to admit he now had nowhere to go. All he could do was feign arrogance.

"You haven’t thought about moving? I mean, I can pay for it. We could get you a bigger, sturdier, nicer place. Anyone can just walk in here whenever they want. It’s too dangerous."

’Didn’t we already talk about this yesterday?’ Amina quickly shoveled the noodles into her mouth.

"I think it’s fine. Nothing’s happened, has it? Just hurry up and eat. Stop talking, or your noodles will get all mushy."

Zeke: "..."

He finished his noodles with a heavy heart. By the time he was done, Amina had already washed the dishes and her face and returned.

She looked truly exhausted and wanted to rest right away, but with Zeke here, it was inconvenient.

"Finished? Then you can go. Give me back the slippers. I’m going to wash my feet and go to sleep. I have to get up early tomorrow."

Zeke sat on the edge of the bed and gave the slippers back to her.

Amina thought that after she’d been so blunt, he would surely be gone by the time she came back from washing her feet. But when she returned, he was still sitting on the bed.

"Why haven’t you left yet?"

Being shooed away by her again and again, Zeke started to feel annoyed.

"Can’t you see my clothes are torn? It’s freezing out. How do you expect me to leave without a proper shirt? Tonight, I’ll just rent your bed. Just give me half of it. Let me get some sleep for now, and I’ll pay you."

Amina froze for a moment. ’That’s an option?’

As he spoke, Zeke pulled 200 yuan from under the pillow and handed it to her. "That’s not a small amount, is it?"

Amina stared at the money, hesitated for two seconds, and finally took it.

Zeke didn’t take off his pants; he just lay back down under the covers. Amina turned off the light, and after a moment of rustling in the dark, she got into bed as well, wearing her pajamas.

The small wooden bed was only 1.2 meters wide, but somehow, neither of them touched the other.

Zeke had just woken up not long ago, so he wasn’t sleepy. After lying there for a while, unable to sleep, he felt bored and couldn’t help but call out to Amina.

"Are you asleep? Let me ask you something. It’s cold now, so not showering before bed is fine, but have you thought about summer? Coming back all stinky after running around all day with no place to even take a shower..."

Amina didn’t respond.

"You fell asleep that fast? Are you really that tired? Hey, Amina? Hello?"

’She sleeps like a log.’

He called her a log, but as soon as there was no one to talk to, Zeke ended up falling asleep again himself as he lay there.

In the dead of night, their primal survival instincts kicked in. Seeking warmth, their legs unconsciously drifted together.

Zeke felt he was sleeping so comfortably, so contentedly. He was deep in a dream when he suddenly heard Amina mumble.

"Stop bothering me, I’m sleeping!"

A man’s voice, tinged with a laugh, replied, "I won’t bother you, I won’t. Amina, move in a little. Let me get up there too."

"Agh, so annoying!"

"Heh heh heh, my little darling, you’re so pretty even when you’re asleep. I’m crazy about you. Okay, okay, Uncle will be gentle, Uncle will be gentle."

Zeke thought he was having *that* kind of dream, and with such a weird generational dynamic, too... Heart sinking, he rubbed his ear, trying to forget the dream and go back to sleep. But as he turned over, he heard the man from his dream shout.

"Who’s moving? Who is it? Is there someone else in the bed?"

"AH!" Amina screamed.

Zeke felt a sudden chill as she yanked the entire blanket away. Amina shot up into a sitting position.

"C-Cousin-Uncle, what are you doing? How did you get in here?"

"I never should have helped you come here! Just you wait. Your mother and the others won’t let you off easy. Hmph!"

He pulled open the curtain and ran for it.

"Cousin-Uncle! Cousin-Uncle, don’t go! Delete what’s on your phone! Don’t tell my mother!"

Amina was frantic. She immediately threw off the covers and was about to jump out of bed to chase him, but Zeke reached out and grabbed her arm.

"Why are you begging scum like him? Have you no dignity? We didn’t do anything, so what’s there to be afraid of?"

Amina tried to shake off his hand, nearly dying of anxiety.

"But... but I *did* sleep in the same bed with you! If people in the village find out... Besides, my Cousin-Uncle really is the one who introduced me here. He and his wife are the only people I know here."

Zeke still refused to let her go.

Amina’s small "home" might not have a door, but the main building did.

’If her cousin-uncle didn’t live in this building, he wouldn’t have been able to get in at midnight.’

"Your Cousin-Uncle and his wife live here too?"

"Their family lives on the third floor inside. If he goes back and tells my Cousin-Aunt, I’m done for. My Cousin-Aunt is a very fierce woman."

Her cousin-uncle had come out in the middle of the night to do something despicable. If he went back and told his wife about Amina’s "secret," she would definitely ask him why he was in Amina’s room at that hour. Anyone with half a brain wouldn’t walk right into that trap. Therefore, Zeke figured he wouldn’t dare say anything for the time being.

But he would definitely use this to threaten Amina later.

Zeke had an idea. "You can’t go after him. It’s the middle of the night. If you wake up the neighbors, you’ll be just as disgraced. Let’s go to sleep for now. Take tomorrow off work. We’ll ask your Cousin-Uncle to meet us and talk."

The terror on Amina’s face didn’t lessen one bit. "Will that work? But if I don’t go to work..."

"How much do you make in a day? I’ll cover it for you."