Su Family Study Room.
Su Zhen and Shang Qingi sat facing each other, the atmosphere sowhat stifling. Su Zhen held a cigarette between his fingers, and the ashtray on the table was already overflowing with cigarette butts.
Shang Qingi was usually sensitive about smoke in the air and couldn’t tolerate it, but today she seed oblivious, allowing Su Zhen to smoke one after another.
A knock on the door broke the silence in the study.
Su Zhen wanted to stub out his cigarette in the ashtray, but it was full with no space left.
So he pinched it out with his fingers, feeling a slight sting of pain.
"Co in," he said.
Su Ronggui pushed the door open and entered.
"Ronggui?" Su Zhen was slightly surprised.
The first thing Su Ronggui noticed was the overflowing ashtray, which surprised him as well. Su Zhen was a disciplined man who rarely smoked at ho, and it was said that he only smoked one or two in the designated areas at work.
So, sothing went wrong?
What he wanted to say beca a bit hesitant.
Shang Qingi turned around and saw him, her expression indifferent, not like her usual aggressive deanor when he returned ho. "You’re back?" she said, without even a hint of sarcasm.
"Yeah." He nodded, "Dad, Mom, is there sothing going on at ho?"
"No," they both said in unison.
It seed peculiar, almost too eager to deny.
Su Zhen cleared his throat, "Do you have sothing to tell us?"
Seeing the mood in the study, he felt it was indeed an awkward ti to speak, but since Su Zhen had asked, he hesitated slightly and then expressed his intentions.
Shang Qingi was unhappy with what he said, while Su Zhen seed delighted, "Getting married? That’s great! We should celebrate sothing happy in our family!"
"Old Su..."
Shang Qingi wanted to speak, but Su Zhen interrupted her, "Qingi, look at the calendar and find a suitable day for us to go and propose marriage for Ronggui."
Shang Qingi was unwilling, but at this mont, she didn’t have the heart to argue with Su Zhen. After all, there was a more pressing issue on her mind. She responded absentmindedly and said to Su Ronggui, "Go and rest in your room, your father and I have more matters to discuss."
Su Ronggui paused for a mont but then left.
Just in ti for Su Rongcheng to return with an enormous backpack, visibly pleased to see him, patting his shoulder, "We’ve planned everything, just waiting for you! Waiting for you."
"I already said I’m not going!" Su Rongcheng’s plan referred to the extre sports they did every winter, which he had already refused.
"Oh, you’re really not going?" Su Rongcheng suddenly laughed, "Afraid of becoming henpecked? You haven’t even married her yet."
"..." He had little interest, waved off the remark, but then heard Tu Hengsha’s voice in his ear: I’m scared, scared to death. If I die, it’s fine, but who will be with Mom? What would happen to Mom?
"What about the spring activities next year?" Su Rongcheng followed him to his room.
"I’m not participating in any more activities like those in the future!" To live well! To live without any accidents!
"I even bought double the gear, one set for you!"
"Bang!" The sound of the door closing was his response to Su Rongcheng.
In the study room, Shang Qingi frowned deeply, "Old Su, Ronggui’s marriage..."
Su Zhen waved his hand, "I promised Ronggui and can’t go back on my word, but you need to pick the wedding and proposal dates once this storm blows over."
"He’s my son!" Shang Qingi felt particularly indignant.
"Is he not my son too?" Su Zhen was slightly annoyed, "Given the current situation, don’t let these trivial matters vex you."
Shang Qingi was even more frustrated inside. Are these trivial matters? Her son’s lifelong matter is trivial? But as Su Zhen pointed out, given the current situation, provoking Su Zhen was unwise; she forced herself to endure. Anyway, Su Zhen had said they’d talk after this crisis, so she would find a way by then!
"Let’s leave it at that for now. Have dinner prepared and don’t let the kids catch on," Su Zhen waved his hand.
Su Ronggui had dinner with the Su family and discussed a date to visit Tu Hengsha’s family. Shang Qingi chose next month. Of course, Su Rongxing was very indifferent about it all, heading straight upstairs after dinner, while Su Rongcheng joked with him for a bit, and Su Rongyu also joined the fun, so by the ti he left the Su family house, it was already evening.
He drove directly ho. By the ti his car entered the alley, under the dim lights, there was no one around in the alley, revealing the stark barrenness of winter as the car passed by.
He thought of the pitch-black small courtyard, nights like these where only Bangbangtang would nap beside his feet, accompanying him, leaving him feeling empty. A cold wind seed to pierce through the car windows, chilling him to the bone.
He instinctively wanted to turn the car around and pick up Tu Hengsha, but when he checked the ti, it was a bit late. Taking her out in front of her mother and not bringing her back till the next day never seed appropriate; her mother would also be displeased. He felt that the date Shang Qingi picked was indeed a little late...
Feeling dispirited, he climbed the small courtyard steps after getting out of the car.
Upon opening the courtyard gate, it was indeed quiet inside. Bangbangtang, who would usually rush up barking at the sound of his footsteps, was nowhere to be seen.
He suddenly noticed his room was lit!
Did he forget to turn off the light when he left? Or was Sister Qian cleaning the room? But she wouldn’t be cleaning at night!
He hurried over, opened the door, and saw that the lights were on, and soone was curled up on the sofa, with a book that had slipped to the floor, evidently already asleep, and her feet covered in a cozy blanket, clearly quite comfortable. Bangbangtang was curled up at her feet, also sleeping with its eyes half-closed. Perhaps, upon hearing his return, it drowsily opened its eyes, only to close them again after recognizing him.
Instantly, a comforting warmth surged within him.
The coffee table was a ss with snack crumbs, not knowing whether from her or the mischief of Bangbangtang.
He walked gently to tidy up the coffee table, disregarded Bangbangtang’s protest, lifted it back to its own doghouse, and returned to the room, crouching down to take a closer look at her.
Apparently, she had taken a bath; her hair was still slightly damp, wearing pajamas, and leaning in close, the scent of shampoo was overwhelming.
Who knows how long she’d been asleep, with rosy cheeks and long, curling eyelashes. Her nose perked up, making her look quite young despite her twenty-five years, and there was a crumb on her lips from whatever she had snacked on before falling asleep...
Soone at twenty-five still eats before sleeping...
His heart felt as soft as cotton candy, and he couldn’t resist leaning down to kiss her lips...
She murmured with a semi-open eye, sensed it was him back, and softly complained, "Why did you co back so late? I fell asleep waiting..." Her sleepy voice, lazy and indistinct, seed more of a pout than a reproach.
Without replying, he leaned in for a deeper kiss, their lips and tongues entwined...
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