The two ate and chatted in the restaurant, talking and laughing. Outside the teahouse, in a black sedan, Su Yan smoked cigarette after cigarette.
Following them all the way here, seeing this scene made him feel even worse.
He particularly disliked Rong Yushen reaching out to touch her hair!
When An’an was eating, her hair accidentally fell into the bowl, and Rong Yushen naturally reached out to tuck it behind her ear with a familiar intimacy, as if they were lovers who had been together for a long ti.
On this day, the two were outside, and Rong Yushen took her shopping, buying a lot of things. Su Yan followed them, not too close but not too far, feeling blocked in his heart.
Listening to their conversation through the shelves, he realized how sweet-talking this man could be, making her so happy.
Su Yan had never been much of a talker, nor would he express his thoughts to others. Sweet words from him were only spoken while acting, completely unrelated to his real life.
"We can buy this kind of wedding candy when we get married."
He heard An’an’s dissatisfied mumble, "I haven’t agreed to marry you yet!"
"I will wait for that day."
...
The more Su Yan listened, the more he wanted to punch this man. He walked away from behind the shelves, increasing the distance, and took out his phone to call An’an.
The ringtone sounded in the quiet supermarket, and An’an imdiately picked up the call, "Little Uncle."
"When are you coming back?"
An’an glanced at Rong Yushen beside her and said, stamring, "I-I might not co back for dinner tonight; you don’t have to wait for ."
"Co back now!"
An’an was taken aback. Even over the phone, she could tell he was angry, but she didn’t understand why. She hadn’t been ho all day; could she have sohow upset him?
"I-I will co back later tonight." She was no longer the clueless child she used to be. Having so personal ti was quite normal.
Nervously awaiting his reaction, the call abruptly ended with a "beep," startling An’an for a mont. She feared his inexplicable anger the most.
Putting away her phone, Rong Yushen asked, seeing her sowhat annoyed, "What’s wrong?"
"I probably can’t have dinner with you tonight; my Little Uncle wants to go back."
"You still live with your Little Uncle?"
An’an nodded naturally and said, "Yes, it’s just and him here; I’ve always lived with him."
Rong Yushen said aningfully, "Actually, if soone didn’t know he was your Little Uncle, they would probably think you were dating. You are quite grown up, why do you still live with him?"
An’an naturally understood, but she had never thought about it that way until last night. She recalled sothing her grandmother once said: No matter how gentle a Little Uncle is, how could she still be sleeping with him at her age?
Nothing like that ever happened before; she and her Little Uncle had slept together since childhood, never paying attention to such issues.
An’an smiled ruefully, "We will probably separate soon. We will get married eventually; once we have our own families, naturally we won’t live together anymore."
"I feel he takes care of you very strictly; I noticed this on the set."
An’an smiled, "Actually, Little Uncle is very good to , tough on the outside but soft-hearted. He just appears very strict, but he’s very gentle."
Rong Yushen asked casually, "Really?"
He wanted to say more, but opened his mouth and finally swallowed his words.
In truth, he always felt that Su Yan’s care for An’an was not just as a Little Uncle looking after a niece; he sensed this ever since he first t her.
Because when he and An’an began dating, her Little Uncle’s gaze toward him was hostile, like a... rival in love.
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