Chapter 31 (Second Update) Sweet moments between Chunli and her husband…

He held my hand in front of everyone...

It doesn't seem to be the first time.

But this time, perhaps because Fu Ci had been drinking, his gaze was fixed on her, as if it could bewitch her soul, causing her heart to skip a beat for no reason. Shamefully, she dared not look him in the eye and turned her head away.

Would someone like her, who grew up in the more open-minded 21st century, be afraid to look directly at a man raised under traditional education?

Her indomitable spirit led her to meet Fu Ci's eyes again.

Brilliant as stars, profound as the sea, fiery as light, steadfast and focused…

Good heavens, she must have read too many romance novels in her past life, otherwise why would these words keep popping into her head?

She reflected that she must read more serious literature in the future, so as not to develop a romantic mindset.

Tang Mingli let out a soft breath, managing to calm herself down, and did not completely lose her mind in those eyes that were now reflecting her face.

However, she allowed herself that little bit of joy and smiled, saying, "After having a couple of drinks, I've become bolder."

Fu Ci first hummed in agreement, then shook his head.

With beauties around me anyway, I'm not afraid to say some things.

However, he lowered his head slightly and whispered in her ear, "You know, this isn't when I'm at my most daring."

Tang Mingli thought of something and her ears turned red without her realizing it.

I must never let this man drink too much in the future, otherwise he'll not only become shameless, but also act like he's possessed by the god Su.

As soon as she thought that, she immediately cursed in her mind that it was terrible.

This man actually pinched her hand on the side of the road.

It was like playing with something fun.

Upon skin-to-skin contact, an electric current seemed to surge from their palms, instantly spreading along Tang Mingli's arm to their entire bodies.

The two had been a real married couple for over two years, and their relationship was very harmonious. This feeling, if it ever arose in the bedroom, would mean something was bound to happen any minute now.

He's emboldened by alcohol.

But when I looked up at him, apart from his cheeks still being a little red, his expression was calm, and I couldn't tell anything at all.

Tang Mingli told herself that she couldn't argue with a man who was in a state of high excitement due to alcohol, but she said to him with a hint of coquettishness, "Do you want to stand here and get some cold air to sober up?"

Seeing her slightly disgruntled expression, Fu Ci chuckled again and finally calmed down, no longer playing with her beautiful fingers.

However, he wouldn't take the blame for something he shouldn't have: "You were the one who stopped first."

Tang Mingli thought about it and realized that it was indeed the case.

As they walked side by side, she noticed his cheeks flushed and he seemed to be getting playful, so he paused for a step or two.

But if it weren't for his later actions, they wouldn't have stood there for so long.

But it seems like he didn't do anything.

It was just holding her hand, just gazing at her with a smile on his lips, just...

The novel's description of every second being stretched out and made profound is not an exaggeration.

With a sigh, Tang Mingli resignedly said, "Let's go back."

Fu Ci hummed in agreement, then took her hand seriously and walked forward slowly.

Tang Mingli didn't struggle; she figured she was just lending an arm to someone who had drunk too much.

At first, she was worried that he was unsteady on his feet, but after walking for a while, she realized that it wasn't a problem at all, and she couldn't help but mutter to herself.

"Are you really drunk?"

She had never seen a truly drunk person in real life, but weren't the people depicted in TV dramas and novels all limp and incapacitated?

Hearing her mutterings, Fu Ci answered seriously, "I'm not drunk."

Although I had a couple of drinks today, I'm really not drunk.

Of course, he had never experienced what it felt like to be drunk. The men in his family all had a high tolerance for alcohol; they could practically drink a thousand cups without getting drunk.

However, it's best not to let your wife know this for now.

Fu Ci secretly harbored ill intentions.

Tang Mingli wouldn't believe his nonsense; everyone who's drunk likes to say they're not drunk.

But he behaved well when drunk, which made her very happy.

"How come you can drink so happily with them?"

Tang Mingli was well aware that Fu Ci, Li Dazhu, and her uncle were not on the same path.

Fu Ci, however, focused on something else and disagreed, saying, "It's not that I'm having fun drinking with them, it's that I'm happy to see you enjoying your meal."

When they're in a good mood, they're naturally willing to have a couple more drinks with them.

One sentence made Tang Mingli's heart pound like a drum.

See? See? He still claims he's not drunk, he's just talking nonsense.

His wife pouted in disbelief, which made Fu Ci laugh again.

"This is the first time I've seen you eat so happily at your uncle's house."

Tang Mingli didn't deny it, and asked him with a smile, "Don't you think the dishes your aunt made today are delicious?"

"really."

It was not only delicious, but also more abundant than in previous years.

Thinking of all this, Fu Ci looked at his wife with heartache in his eyes.

He still accompanied her back every year, so blatantly treating her differently. She had no idea how miserable her life was during those years of living under someone else's roof, unseen by him.

Having lost both parents at a young age and grown up with his grandparents, and later living under the roof of others, it is truly remarkable that his wife is still so beautiful.

Out of concern, he unconsciously tightened his grip on her hand.

Tang Mingli noticed and looked down at the hand he was holding tightly.

I understood what he meant, and my heart warmed.

Are you afraid I'll be sad?

Instead of answering, Fu Ci asked, "Are you sad?"

The uncle and aunt's attitudes toward their daughter and her were so distinct.

Tang Mingli smiled, and unusually bravely spoke frankly with her husband.

"Why should I be sad? My cousin is their biological daughter, their only child. Isn't it only natural that they treat her well? I'm just an unavoidable burden. They've already done more than enough by taking me in, giving me a place to live, and feeding me."

"I feel really happy today, thanks to my cousin, I was able to eat such delicious home-cooked meals."

Tang Mingli was speaking from the heart; she is truly very clear-headed.

A saying that people will like to say decades later is that some things are a matter of courtesy to do, and not doing them is a matter of duty.

There is no law that mandates supporting one's siblings' children.

Whether they were afraid of gossip, compelled by Old Master Tang's dying wish, or considering the few coins Old Master Tang left behind, taking the original owner in and raising her to adulthood was already beyond basic moral requirements.

Actually, this is good for her since she's a transmigrator; she doesn't like burdensome social obligations anyway.

Her uncle and aunt didn't treat her like their own daughter, which is why she was able to treat them like ordinary relatives.

If she were treated the same way as her cousin every time she came over, even the most delicious food wouldn't make her feel comfortable eating it.

Knowing his wife was insightful, Fu Ci was still impressed by her insight, and at the same time, his heart felt like it was being squeezed, with a slight ache.

Her strengths are that she's rational, insightful, and doesn't overthink. But sometimes he really doesn't wish she could always be so rational.

At least, he hoped that when she was with him, she could be a little dazed and allow herself to be vulnerable.

But there's no rush. They've only been married for a little over two years, so he has plenty of time and patience.

The two walked hand in hand for a while, and were about to reach another bus stop. If they missed it again, they would have to walk for a long time.

Tang Mingli didn't want to walk any further, so she unconsciously shook Fu Ci's hand that was holding hers and asked coquettishly, "Are you more sober now? I'm a little tired from walking."

I'm not actually tired yet, but I'll definitely get tired if I keep going.

Fu Ci smiled and said, "Then I won't leave."

Although he thoroughly enjoyed the walk together, he was also reluctant to let his wife get tired.

"Great! Let's take a car back then," Tang Mingli said happily, then added with some concern, "You're drunk, won't you get carsick?"

Fu Ci explained himself: "I'm really not drunk."

However, Tang Mingli didn't believe him at all, and even considerately told him, "If you feel uncomfortable after getting on the bus, be sure to tell us, and then we'll get off."

Fu Ci smiled.

There's something I can't help.

His wife simply wouldn't believe he wasn't drunk.