Upon hearing this, Shen Lingxing imdiately regretted letting Chu Chen pick up Mi Jing and bring her ho. Initially, he thought his own brother would be more reliable than outsiders, considering how seductive his wife looks after drinking — any regular man would surely have improper thoughts.
Ling Xing had a strong sense of possessiveness toward Mi Jing, and it was absolutely impossible for him to let anyone take advantage of his wife!
But seeing Mi Jing’s appreciative attitude towards Chu Chen, he felt displeased — very displeased.
With a dark face, Shen Lingxing pulled off the towel from his shoulder and tossed it onto the chair beside him. Then he flipped onto the bed, approached Mi Jing, and asked, "Wife, Chen is so great, but compared to him, do you think I’m better or he’s better?"
This question...
It was quite childish, making Shen Lingxing seem like a kid seeking affirmation — adorably making Mi Jing unable to suppress a laugh.
"Of course you are better. Chu Chen is not my husband. No matter how good he is, he will marry another woman in the future!" Mi Jing replied, not teasing Shen Lingxing anymore. She embraced his body, throwing herself into his arms.
His embrace was warm, unconsciously instilling a sense of security in her. Mi Jing took a few deep breaths, inhaling his pleasant scent, her heart filling with a soft love.
"Your little mouth is getting sweeter and sweeter,"
Shen Lingxing was pleased with Mi Jing’s answer, lowered his head, and kissed Mi Jing’s...
"Heh." Mi Jing chuckled lightly, seeing Shen Lingxing’s handso face nearing hers again, she quickly stretched out her hand to cover his mouth, saying, "Wait, I have sothing to tell you."
Following Mi Jing’s movent, Shen Lingxing kissed her palm and asked, "What is it? Is it urgent or important?"
"Not urgent, but I personally think it’s very important," Mi Jing replied with a smile. "Go get the photo albums from the cabinet."
Upon hearing this, curiosity sparked in Shen Lingxing’s dark eyes. He released Mi Jing, flipped off the bed, and opened the drawer underneath the bedside table. A wooden-colored photo album ca into his sight.
The next second, Shen Lingxing reached out to grab the album, but upon touching it, he realized there were two albums stacked together, appearing as one. They were the sa style, just different cover pictures.
"Bring both albums," Mi Jing’s clear voice suddenly floated by his ear. Shen Lingxing didn’t hesitate, grabbed the albums, handed them to Mi Jing, and then climbed back onto the bed.
"This album is intended for grandma. When you have ti, personally deliver it to her," Mi Jing handed one album to Shen Lingxing, her tone sowhat stern as she instructed.
Upon hearing this, Shen Lingxing raised his thick brows and opened the album. The first two pages contained photos that Mi Jing had selected with him a few days ago.
"You prepared a gift for grandma, why must I be the one to deliver it to her?" Shen Lingxing spread his long arms, pulling Mi Jing to his side, resting his chin on her head, gently rubbing, and softly asked.
"To be precise, I prepared it for you to gift to grandma. Besides, you’re her biological grandson, so of course it’ll be more aningful for you to deliver it," Mi Jing continued, her gaze on the album, "Although I don’t completely understand why you dislike returning to the old house, grandma is old. Most of her close friends are gone, and only Mrs. Zhou is left to chat with her. She can’t help but feel lonely. So, whenever you have ti, spend more ti at the old house with her. You can’t ignore her just because you dislike certain people."
Saying this, Mi Jing paused, her eyes glistening with a thin layer of sadness. After a few seconds, she added, "Actually, part of why I love grandma so much is because she has that sa warmth as my grandmother, kindly and gentle, making people feel close and comfortable."
"Then we’ll often bring grandma back here to stay," Shen Lingxing said in a deep voice.
"No need for that."
"..." Isn’t she supposed to love grandma? Shen Lingxing furrowed his brows, confused.
Sigh, this man... She had always thought he was considerate and caring, but why isn’t he the sa towards his own grandma?
Mi Jing looked at Shen Lingxing’s puzzled expression, sighed helplessly, and said, "If grandma likes living here, she would stay without you bringing her here. Before, when you lived alone, she never stayed here, and now with here, she won’t. The elderly cherish mories. After living in the old house for so many years, she’s long accustod to it. If you bring her here, do you think she can get used to it?"
Listening to Mi Jing’s words, Shen Lingxing suddenly realized. Unconsciously, he tightened his embrace, hugging Mi Jing more firmly, and said in a deep voice, "Do you want to stay at the old house?"
"Not entirely, just think it’s necessary for you to spend more ti with grandma. Occasionally go back, have als with her, take walks, while her health is still good, take her out more, fill this album with photos, enriching both our mories and her life, increasing her happiness."
"..."
Shen Lingxing remained silent, but Mi Jing knew he was seriously listening, so she continued, "Honestly, when I was little, I always thought grandmother could accompany through long life stages — watching grow up, seeing get married and have kids, even helping take care of my children. But life always has unexpected turns. One day, she suddenly fainted at ho, and at the hospital, we discovered it was late-stage brain cancer. After two months in the hospital, she passed away. Before, her health was rather good, she often exercised, just occasionally had migraines, and each yearly checkup showed no problems..."
Every ti she talked about her grandmother, Mi Jing felt both nostalgia and sadness. These simple truths, Shen Lingxing surely understood, just hadn’t given them much thought.
"And this album?" After a period of silence, Shen Lingxing took the album from Mi Jing’s hand and asked in a low voice.
"This album is ours, to collect mories between us," Mi Jing smiled, "But we have plenty of ti in the future, no rush."
Watching Mi Jing’s smile, Shen Lingxing’s heart swelled with waves, his heart throbbing.
Perhaps he was first attracted to her by a fleeting smile, or maybe a comforting aura, and then they registered and married. He enjoyed intimate monts with her, was addicted to her sweetness, but at this mont, he was moved by her beautiful soul — unrelated to appearance or desires, simply heart-stirring after their exchange.
"Baby, you are so beautiful." Shen Lingxing placed the album on the bedside table, then turned and lowered his head, kissing Mi Jing’s cheek, murmuring.
Heh.
Mi Jing laughed happily. Hearing his complint felt like her heart was filled with honey, spreading sweetness rapidly.
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