Chapter 70 He only dared to feel smug in his heart; he would never dare to...

Tang Mingli blushed, and amidst her soft moans, her body still yielded to her instincts.

Who would believe that she was the one who said those words first?

She only said it once, but after Fu Ci went to study, he asked her countless times.

The rapid development of her relationship with Fu Ci was inseparable from the six months they spent together while he was unemployed at home, especially the days they traveled together.

Looking back on that journey now, it feels like a gift from God.

Although a person's life is very long, how dare you imagine that there will be more than a hundred days and nights where you don't consider anything else, just follow your heart, and go to the place you want to go?

Tang Mingli had never dared to imagine this before Fu Ci took her on this tour.

In an era of inconvenient transportation and difficult travel, Fu Ci took her to so many places. How could she not be moved? How could she not have moments of madness?

That day, they crossed the boundless Tengger Desert and arrived at Qingtongxia.

Having lived in the South for two lifetimes, Tang Mingli was overwhelmed with excitement as she set foot in the Northwest for the first time and witnessed the northern scenery she had only read about in textbooks.

When people get excited, they are prone to acting irrationally. Add two glasses of strong wine to the mix, and they become even more unruly.

Tang Mingli has a low alcohol tolerance; after a few drinks, she feels dizzy and her face turns red, but she remains lucid throughout.

So that night, she knew perfectly well how absurd she was.

When Tang Mingli woke up the next day, she clearly remembered what she had done the night before, and wished she could just fall asleep forever.

How dare she do that?

How could someone be so absurd as to use all those ridiculous tricks they read in erotic novels from their past life?

Waaah, I can't read erotic novels! They've ruined my life, I hate them!

It was fortunate that Fu Ci was young and strong, and that the two of them had some experience working together; otherwise, they might have been so scared that they would have become withdrawn.

Tang Mingli, who was clearly awake but insisted on lying in bed pretending to be dead, wished someone would pinch her face and ask her if she was dreaming.

However, there was nothing there. All that was there was Fu Ci, who had perfectly fulfilled all of her requests last night. After washing up, he came back, lifted the blanket covering her face, and asked her with a smile if she was already awake.

"No," Tang Mingli blurted out, her face turning even redder after she finished speaking.

Keep your eyes closed and pretend to be dead. Nobody's going to get her out of bed today.

Fortunately, Fu Ci always knew his limits. He knew that her crazy behavior last night was due to alcohol, and now that she was sober, she was probably too embarrassed to face him. If he were to tease her about what happened last night, he would not only upset his wife, but he would also likely not get any credit for it in the future.

One can only truly appreciate the flavor of something after tasting its marrow.

Looking back on last night, he actually really hoped that this could become an occasional normal part of their married life in the future.

Therefore, he reminded himself to know when to stop while he was ahead.

That day, Tang Mingli stayed in bed all day, and Fu Ci bought her lunch from outside.

She avoided the topic for a day, but fortunately, no matter how abnormal she was, Fu Ci didn't mention last night, which relieved Tang Mingli somewhat.

Anyway, with her crazy antics, only heaven, earth, and he know. As long as he doesn't mention it, she'll act like it never happened.

Two days passed like this, and she gradually emerged from her shyness.

Unexpectedly, on the very night she recovered slightly, Fu Ci pounced on her, bringing up that crazy night and saying that she could do better now.

Ahhh, Tang Mingli is going crazy.

For his foolishness that night, and even more so for the fact that he really did better.

Some things, some people, you get used to them the first time, then the second time, and they become your mentors the third time.

After this happened a few times, Tang Mingli began to look down on erotic novels.

What are words on paper compared to written words?

But she only dared to be smug in her heart and would never dare to bring up that night.

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After the pleasure, fatigue sets in.

Tang Mingli was so tired that she didn't even have the strength to take a shower, so Fu Ci carried her to the bathroom for a quick rinse and then carried her back to the room.

Back in bed, she immediately fell into a deep sleep.

When I woke up again, it was already dark outside.

She thought that at most she would just miss dinner, since it gets dark earlier and earlier after autumn.

I lingered in bed for a while before finally getting up.

Seeing the study light on, Tang Mingli went over and saw Fu Ci writing something intently.

She walked closer and took a look; it was an analysis report from her business trip over the past few days.

His meticulousness and attention to detail are truly admirable.

The moment Fu Ci saw his wife, he put down his pen and smiled as he watched her walk towards him.

After she glanced at what she had written, she immediately fled to the opposite side and sat down before smiling and asking, "Have you slept enough?"

"Mmm." Tang Mingli nodded. She slept soundly, and although the sleep was short, it was truly satisfying.

...

Wait a minute, Tang Mingli glanced at Fu Ci's watch on the desk and wondered if she was seeing things.

No, I suspect Fu Ci's watch is broken.

How could it be 10:30?

She looked up at Fu Ci, asking silently.

Fu Ci smiled and said, "It is indeed already 10:30."

The sky outside the window is dark; it can only be 10:30 PM.

Tang Mingli leaned back in her chair, feeling utterly helpless, and said to him, "Why didn't you wake me up?"

What will your family think if you skip dinner for no apparent reason?

Tang Mingli dared not think about it, and could only look at the culprit in front of her with resentment.

Fu Ci explained, "You're sleeping so soundly, I can't bear to wake you."

He knew she was indeed tired and needed to rest.

"Didn't Grandma and the others ask me if I didn't go downstairs to finish my meal?"

Fu Ci shook his head: "They didn't get back until after eight o'clock. Mom also had something to do at work today, so she didn't come back for dinner either."

"What's wrong?" Tang Mingli breathed a slight sigh of relief, but was also worried that something might have happened to her grandparents.

Fu Ci gave a brief explanation: Gu Lin's condition wasn't good, and after being persuaded by Madam Fu, she finally decided to be hospitalized to protect the pregnancy. They accompanied her to complete the hospitalization procedures before returning.

"So that's how it is." Tang Mingli finally felt relieved and breathed a sigh of relief.

What a coincidence! Everyone had something to do tonight and didn't come home for dinner.

But now she's hungry.

Tang Mingli blinked at Fu Ci and asked him if he wanted a late-night snack.

Fu Ci never had the habit of eating late-night snacks, and shook his head with a smile: "I'm not hungry, no..."

His intention was to say that although he wasn't hungry, he could help her heat up her food.

But Tang Mingli only heard the first half of his sentence before hurriedly saying, "No, you're hungry, you want a midnight snack."

His wife said he wanted to eat, so he had no choice but to eat.

Fu Ci smiled indulgently and allowed her little scheme.

She just wanted someone to eat with her; it's not a difficult thing.

Although Fu Ci rarely cooks and doesn't know how to make many dishes, he's not entirely without any practical skills.

For example, he's very good at making fried rice.

For tonight's late-night snack, he plans to make his wife ham and egg fried rice.

Just as they were about to start cooking, Zhang Guihua heard a noise, came out of her room, and saw them in the kitchen. She knew they were hungry and wanted to cook something, so she quickly offered to help.

Tang Mingli immediately stopped him, saying, "No need, Aunt Guihua. It's rare for Fu Ci to want to show off, so please give him a chance."

Zhang Guihua had already showered and changed into her pajamas, and Tang Mingli didn't want her to smell of cooking oil again, even though she herself probably wouldn't mind.

Zhang Guihua mistakenly thought this was just a little romantic gesture between the couple, so she stopped insisting and left the kitchen with a smile.

On the way back to my room, I saw that the door to my mother's room was also half open, and my mother was peeking out.

The two looked at each other and smiled.

Zhang Guihua whispered to Fu's mother, "Fu Ci is cooking for Mingli." She then added with a touch of admiration, "The young couple is so loving."

Upon hearing this, Fu's mother covered her mouth and laughed, replying softly, "Then I'd better not disturb them."

The huge first floor seemed to be empty except for Tang Mingli and Fu Ci.

Tang Mingli didn't have high expectations for Fu Ci's cooking at first, but she thought that fried rice was something that could be eaten as long as there was soy sauce, so she let him do his best. But when she saw him skillfully stir-frying and tossing the pan, he really had the air of a master chef, and with the aroma coming out, she suddenly became looking forward to it.

After it was cooked and I took the first bite, I couldn't help but give Fu Ci a thumbs up.

It wasn't that she was prejudiced against him because he was her husband; it was just that the fried rice was really delicious. Because of this, Tang Mingli ate more than usual.

She usually eats a lot, and she ate even more than usual. Fu Ci was worried that she might be having an extreme reaction from being too hungry.

Tang Mingli was amused by his excessive worry. "It's because your fried rice is delicious."

Even if she hadn't eaten dinner, she wouldn't be that hungry now.

Fu Ci was very happy and felt a great sense of accomplishment to be so pleased with his wife's cooking for the first time.

"I'll cook more for you when I have time later."

At the same time, she secretly decided that she would learn to cook more dishes.

However, many things, even something as ordinary as three meals a day, may not go as planned.

Fu Ci hadn't forgotten his promise to his wife, but he was so busy he was spinning like a top. He didn't even have time to sit down and eat with her, let alone cook for her.

By the time they were able to stop and catch their breath, the Lunar New Year was fast approaching.

Tang Mingli tore off the calendar page for February 14, 1980. Seeing the unfamiliar yet familiar number, she realized that today was Valentine's Day, a Western holiday that many young people in later generations would celebrate.

But at that time, not many people cared.

The calendar for February 15th is printed with a cheerful red firework pattern.

Tomorrow is Lunar New Year's Eve.