Her eldest brother moved quickly; he proposed successfully and then they got engaged.
That day, the house was bustling with people she knew, didn’t know, and even so she disliked.
Her grandmother from the countryside also ca.
Although she was of advanced age, the elderly lady was spirited and in good health.
Yingying was lying on the couch ssaging that guy Li Guang when her grandma sat next to her, smiling as she tucked the strands of hair in front of her forehead behind her ears.
Looking at her kindly, eyes full of affection, she said, "Yingying’s all grown up now. Last ti I ca here, you were still a little girl."
Yingying nodded, "I’m eighteen now, an adult."
There’s quite a difference between fifteen and eighteen.
At fifteen, she was still chubby-cheeked and childish-looking, but now, she had lost the baby fat, and her face had matured.
However, she hadn’t grown much taller and still looked like a kid next to her brother.
"You’re a young lady now, it’s ti to start dating."
Yingying nodded, slightly embarrassed, "Mm."
Her grandmother asked with a smile, "Have you been seeing anyone in secret?"
That question struck a chord in Yingying.
Concerned about her aunt being there, she didn’t dare to tell her grandma the truth: "Not yet, grandma."
"There’s no hurry, Yingying is still young. A girl should choose her boyfriend carefully, picking an honest man will never be wrong."
"Mm, I know, grandma," Yingying nodded, thinking of Shen Liguang, who was indeed an honest person.
Grandma was chatty and after chatting with Yingying for a bit, she turned to talk about Fu Yan.
"Yanyan, I’ve heard from your dad that you date a lot, but you never seriously bring soone ho. Young man, don’t be so fickle."
Fu Yan looked dejected, slumped on the sofa, idly tapping on his phone.
The house was very lively, but Fu Yan just couldn’t muster any enthusiasm, responding half-heartedly, "Broke up."
"Your dad says you date one and break up, then date another and break up again. You’re not getting any younger. You should settle down, find a girl to seriously date, don’t be like a playboy," Grandma advised earnestly.
"Grandma, I haven’t had a girlfriend for almost a year now."
"Oh? What’s going on? That doesn’t sound like Yanyan’s style."
Fu Yan: "...Grandma, you’re here to make fun of , aren’t you?"
Grandma, either having heard sothing or not, smiled with a hand over her mouth, beaming.
After nagging them, she went to nag about Fu Yi.
That day, the eldest brother looked especially handso trading his firefighter’s uniform for a suit, and the sister-in-law exchanged her white coat for an evening gown, looking particularly beautiful. Her long hair was pinned up with simple adornnts.
Elegant and graceful, gentle and virtuous.
Yingying had always liked Xia Jinyun.
Even when she first mistook her as her brother’s girlfriend, Yingying couldn’t bring herself to dislike her.
She genuinely felt that Xia Jinyun was a very gentle, girl-next-door type—only the world had not been gentle with her.
Luckily, her brother was good to her.
The courtyard lights were bright, the atmosphere was festive, and it was the first ti Yingying saw Xia Jinyun’s mother.
Another amiable aunt.
At that mont, Yingying got a ssage from the man and was looking down to reply.
That’s when Xia Jinyun’s mother ca over to talk to her.
Yingying was well-behaved and polite, and thus very popular with the parents.
The aunt insisted on introducing soone to her.
To think they were matchmaking at this sort of occasion.
Yingying glanced up, saw Shen Liguang next to her brother, and waved her hand in panic, politely declining.
"I still feel I’m too young, boyfriends can wait."
It had been a long ti since she last saw him—she thought he wouldn’t be able to make it to her brother’s engagent party.
Amidst the charm of the newlyweds, Yingying’s phone vibrated. The man had ssaged her: et in the room.
Yingying found an excuse and went upstairs.
Was this what it felt like to be in a secret relationship?
Both nerve-wracking and thrilling.
Yingying had just entered the room when there was a noise at the door. Before she could react, the man pushed his way in, caught her, and pressed her against the door, his heavy breathing enveloping her.
This embrace was very domineering.
"Another few days without giving a call, have you stopped cherishing once you got ?"
Shen Liguang’s tone was slightly aggrieved.
With his tall stature of over 1.8 ters, he had to bend down to embrace her tiny fra of just 1.6 ters tightly.
She breathed in his scent.
He had rushed over from who knows where, looking all dusty and travel-worn.
Fu Ying said softly, "I only feared disturbing you."
Shen Liguang frowned, his hands pressing on her shoulders: "My duties won’t be forgotten just because of your calls."
Fu Ying: "But I did send you a WeChat ssage, didn’t I?"
Shen Liguang: "But I wanted to hear your voice."
...
Fu Ying couldn’t help but curl the corners of her mouth, rubbing her face against his shoulder like a kitten begging for affection.
"Brother."
"Acting cute won’t work."
Fu Ying stood on her tiptoes and kissed him on the lips: "How about now?"
"It works, but it’s not enough."
Before Fu Ying could react, she was lifted by him and pressed against the door, her body suspended, her hands instinctively going around his neck.
Fu Ying knew what he would do next, her face turned crimson.
But, at the next second...
"Yingying, are you inside? Grandmother is looking for you."
Fu Mingchuan’s voice resounded from outside.
Fu Ying’s body stiffened.
Just a single door apart.
Shen Liguang knitted his brows: "..."
"I’m, I’m changing clothes; I’ll be out in a bit."
Fu Ying replied, and trying to hold back a laugh, she buried her head in his shoulder and laughed silently, her shoulders heaving up and down.
"Then hurry up."
Fu Ying: "Oh, I know."
The footsteps outside grew distant, Fu Mingchuan had left.
"When do you plan to talk to your dad?"
Fu Ying was troubled: "I, I haven’t figured it out yet, I’m afraid he won’t agree."
Shen Liguang raised an eyebrow: "Should I go talk to him then?"
"Don’t." Fu Ying beca anxious, "If you go and he doesn’t allow us to be together, what if he stops from seeing you?"
"Then what do you think we should do?"
She had already considered this question: secretly date until they were 20, then secretly register for marriage at 20. That way, even if they didn’t agree, it wouldn’t work.
"Hmm?"
Seeing she didn’t respond, Shen Liguang raised his tone, his voice carrying a hint of amusent.
Fu Ying still naively thought she had kept it well hidden from her family, her face serious as she analyzed: "My dad dotes on ."
Shen Liguang nodded: "And then?"
Fu Ying rubbed her nose: "He can’t stop if I insist on being with you."
Shen Liguang: "So?"
Fu Ying: "We make the rice first, then cook it into a ready al."
"Now?" Shen Liguang looked up at the girl’s bed and asked with a smile.
"No, not that, I an I’ll marry you when I reach the legal age."
Shen Liguang paused for a mont, his voice deep as he asked, "Do you an what you say?"
Fu Ying nodded earnestly: "Yes, I an it."
"Alright, then let’s not speak of it for now."
"Can brother let down now?"
Fu Ying was still held in his arms, her back against the door, both hands around his neck.
He was strong, lifting her with ease.
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