She went along with him, sitting in his embrace, her head pressed against his shoulder. Her nose brushed against the skin on his neck, and all she could breathe in was his scent.
"I’m just saying, Mother... Aunt Shang..." She was his daughter-in-law, so she couldn’t call her the sa as he did. Yet, she was on his side, and this title made her feel quite conflicted.
He pressed the back of her head, smiling, "Don’t worry about what I call her. You can call her whatever you like."
She decided then to call her Aunt Shang.
"Aunt Shang, she..." Just as she pressed her lips to speak, they almost touched his neck. Speaking made them move and continually brush against his skin. She wanted to move back but couldn’t, so she paused and forced herself to continue, "She’s not your biological mother, after all, but Rongyu is her own son. The way you treat Rongyu, though she doesn’t say anything, doesn’t an she doesn’t mind. She holds back only because she has to maintain the dignity of Mrs. Su, to be a good wife and stepmother in Dad’s eyes. But who knows what’s truly in her heart? Over ti, this will only create deeper resentnt. I just wanted to persuade you to stop."
He murmured, "Then why didn’t you speak?"
"Later, I thought there was no need." She whispered, "What I can see through, how could you not? You live openly, full of righteousness in your heart. Whatever you do, you only seek to live with a clear conscience, true to the heavens and earth, not needing to cater to others."
"You are perceptive, and I am straightforward?" He savored these words, quite satisfied, and suddenly asked her, "Then tell , did marrying you weigh on my conscience, or was it to please others?"
"..." She froze.
"What do you say?"
She didn’t want to touch on this topic, but he insisted on asking. How could there be none? Her gaze was calm. It should be calm, right?
"There is, right?" She said, "To please Mom?"
This "Mom" referred to his deceased mother. Suddenly, his heart was swept and struck by waves of heat.
"Yan..." He buried his lips into her hair, calling her na almost silently, his voice low, but it vibrated through her mind, buzzing continuously, "I find more and more truth in the saying, the one who understands you most in the world is not your friend, but your opponent. You see, we disliked each other for twenty years, fought for twenty years, and now I feel as if only you belong to ..."
Her hand on his chest clutched his clothes.
"What do you say? Do you belong to ?" He tightened his grip around her waist, his voice lowering even further.
Her hand holding his clothes tightened, her body stiffened, "Rongcheng..."
"Okay, I won’t say it then." He suddenly chuckled lowly, "But I feel that I belong to you..."
"..." Really? A faint bitterness swept through her heart.
"Now, shall I give myself to you?" His voice beca hoarse.
"..." Not serious for even three sentences...
"Do you want ?" His breath beca a little rough.
"No..." She began to push him hard.
"You naughty little thing! Getting all worked up, now you say no!" He grasped the hand that pushed him.
"..." How did she tease him? It was he who held her head! Unable to even speak properly! She felt helpless, "Stop it! I haven’t showered yet! My makeup hasn’t been removed! My face is full of foundation!"
"I’ll help you!"
"Stop ssing around! What do you know about removing makeup!" His playful, carefree nature hadn’t changed in twenty years!
"If I don’t know, you can teach ! Co on!" He scooped her up in his arms directly.
When Su Rongcheng decided to be temperantal, who could stop him? Originally, she was the only one who could rein him in, but now... Ha, now she didn’t know when she also began to indulgently let him be...
Thus, it turned into a ridiculous ss.
Only because the moonlight was enchanting.
Under this bright moon, every household had its share of joys and sorrows.
In the small courtyard of the alley, Cui Pei looked at the piece of paper that Fan Yue handed him and was instantly stressed, "Wife, what’s the matter with this? How did we get involved with the fourth young master of the Su family?"
"The fourth young master of the Su family? Is he really the fourth young master of the Su family? You must be mistaken, right? He said his last na was Rong, nad Rong Yu. Rain’s yu," Fan Yue exclaid.
Cui Pei’s headache grew worse, "The fourth young master of the Su family is called Su Rongyu. This is his phone number. How could I be wrong?"
"..." Fan Yue went from initial shock to disdain, "So what if it’s Su Rongyu? Can he act lawlessly? Such a despicable young master, in my hands, I would still teach him a lesson!"
"Wife, wife..." Cui Pei hugged her, "Wife, calm down. Exactly what happened? There must be so background to this, right?"
Fan Yue snorted, "Can you vent my anger for ? After all, he’s the son of your big boss!"
"Of course, I’ll vent your anger!" Cui Pei said without hesitation, "No matter who it is! If soone makes my wife unhappy for a day, I’ll make them unhappy for a year!"
Fan Yue giggled, "Alright, alright, where did you learn such exaggerated lines? Revenge that I can take, I usually take myself! Your wife isn’t so easily bullied!"
"Yes, yes, yes, my wife is mighty. My wife is second to none! Now can you tell why Su Rongyu hit your car?"
"It’s a long story!" With her husband’s support, Fan Yue’s mood brightened, "I don’t even know him. Two weeks ago or so, I was following a female celebrity, noticed she was close to him, once he stayed over at her house late into the night, and took quite a number of photos. Then, when I was wrapping up, he found out and chased , wanting to delete the photos. I deleted them! Of course, at the ti, there were indeed so unpleasant exchanges with him, but I didn’t deliberately make things difficult. He wanted to give hush money, which I didn’t take. Then he started pestering . Every so often, I ran into him. I couldn’t care less about these playboys, never giving him a pleasant look. Maybe it angered him a lot. Today, while I was washing the car near the company, he deliberately scraped my car! I splashed him with a bucket of dirty water, told him the grudge was over! Pay ? Not interested! It’s not that I don’t have insurance!"
"Well done! Wife, that was splendid!" Even though Cui Pei’s headache persisted, he wasn’t stingy with his praise for such a fierce wife.
"Indeed!" Fan Yue cheerfully patted Cui Pei’s shoulder, "See how loyal you are, I’ll co back early tomorrow to cook for you as a reward!"
"You might as well reward now!" Cui Pei lifted her up.
Fan Yue giggled and fooled around with him for a while before giving in to his wishes.
Su Rongyu wasn’t having such a good ti. Under the probing of his parents, he disclosed the incident but only half-heartedly said four or five parts. That was enough to anger Su Zhen, making him flip the table, "Internet celebrities! Female stars! Is this where your career lies?"
Su Rongyu whined, "I wanted to go to Aid Africa, but you wouldn’t let ..."
"So you fool around?" Su Zhen restrained the urge to slap his youngest son. After all, he hadn’t laid a hand on him yet.
"Then... I don’t know what to do?" He looked bewildered, "The company has you and big brother; that’s enough. I don’t understand the company’s business..."
"Go! Go to Aid Africa! Leave tomorrow!" Su Zhen stord up the stairs, looking once in the direction of Su Rongcheng’s room. He recalled the phrase "your parents" and felt a thorn lodged in his heart. But at this ti, it was inconvenient to call him out again.
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