Chapter 240: My legs were weak, but my mouth was still stubborn.

Chapter 240: My legs were weak, but my mouth was still stubborn.

Fu Yanjing arrived very quickly.

The doorbell rang, and he stood outside the door frame, carrying the damp scent of the night.

Only a dozen minutes had passed since the call ended.

As Wen Jin greeted the person entering, she exclaimed in surprise, "Weren't you not home? How come you got here so quickly?"

Fu Yanjing remained remarkably calm, saying, "I was already on my way home."

"But it was a bit noisy on your end of the phone just now," Wen Jin belatedly realized. "You didn't cancel something important to come over, did you?"

"No."

"No? Someone called your name."

Fu Yanjing laughed in exasperation, pulled Wen Jin into his arms, and pinched Wen Jin's serious face.

"Wen Jinye, I've noticed that you journalists all seem to have a bit of an occupational hazard—a tendency to pry into things?"

His fingertips were warm as he caressed Wen Jinye's lips. "You won't be satisfied until you hear me admit that you need my help and I'll come running over here."

Wen Jin's face flushed.

An inexplicable flutter of excitement arose, carrying with it a kind of indulgent elation.

She had a relationship with Fu Yanjing, but it seems that only now does she realize how sweet their relationship is without the fear of uncertainty.

But she was used to being stubborn and refused to admit it, saying, "I told you on the phone that there was no rush, and that I could handle it myself if things really didn't work out."

You can't.

Fu Yanjing said domineeringly, "How unsuccessful is a man who isn't needed by his wife? You did well this time, keep up the good work next time."

Besides, sometimes you need a reason to meet.

But this minor reason can be translated in another way.

That is:

I miss you.

This is her subtle expression of love.

Fu Yanjing couldn't wait any longer; he wished he could sprout wings and fly over.

A smug smile played on his lips, as if he'd received some reward. "Next time you want to see me, just say so. There's no need to be a third wheel."

Upon hearing this upside-down statement, Wen Jin's face suddenly showed panic.

It felt like a secret thought had been exposed.

She was still not used to openly and frankly revealing her love.

"I don't."

"Um?"

"I don't want to see you."

Without warning, Fu Yanjing placed a kiss on Wen Jinye's lips.

The kiss wasn't gentle or tender at all.

Just like stamping.

The noise attracted the attention of both the kittens and puppies, who all looked in this direction.

Wen Jin's pupils dilated in shock.

She scolded him playfully, "What kind of lewd behavior are you engaging in?"

"Say it again," Fu Yanjing coaxed.

Wen Jin's rebellious phase arrived late, and she finally showed some of the spoiled arrogance that comes from being pampered. "No, I don't."

Even childish elementary school conversations can keep two mature adults entertained.

Fu Yanjing wasn't annoyed at all.

Instead, they lowered their heads, their lips and teeth rubbing together, their breaths mingling.

Wen Jinye's "no" was completely swallowed up between his lips and teeth.

Fu Yanjing was satisfied and finally stopped arguing with Wen Jin.

Instead, he ruffled her hair with a satisfied air, saying, "Your legs are weak, but your mouth is still hard."

"I……"

"Still going to be stubborn?"

The hoarse, lingering warning made Wen Jin awkwardly shut her mouth.

Those once clear eyes became misty and watery, and her lips still glistened with lingering moisture.

Her purity combined with desire made even her shyness and anger somewhat alluring.

"shameless."

It's still just a barrage of insults with a limited vocabulary.

Fu Yanjing gently kissed her cheek again, the darkness still lingering in his eyes. "Where's the light bulb? Should we change it or not?"

"Change."

Wen Jin, as if granted a reprieve, withdrew from Fu Yanjing's embrace and took the brand-new light bulb out of its packaging box and handed it to him.

The little wooden stool that Wen Jin once stepped on is still there.

The old light bulb, covered in dust, was removed.

His long, slender, fair fingertips were covered in a dark, hazy substance.

The new light bulb was successfully replaced.

A beam of light suddenly shone down from above.

The dimness on the balcony was dispelled, and Fu Yanjing lowered his head, looking at her against the light.

Wen Jin also suddenly felt a little dazed.

The moon, which once approached her with trepidation and sincerity, is now changing a light bulb in her house.

So this is what it feels like to pluck the moon from the sky.

The sounds of children playing could be heard downstairs.

Xunxun and Sister Yun bought groceries and headed back.

I don't know what new toy he bought that he liked, but Xunxun ran forward like a happy little puppy.

"Mom, I love this gift. Thank you for it!"

His cheerful voice was just like the warm, everyday sounds in a TV drama, the voice-over in a touching scene.

Sister Yun gently reminded him from behind, "Slow down."

"Mom, can tomorrow still be the Beginning of Winter?"

"How many more times do you plan to celebrate the start of winter?"

"I want other gifts too."

Under the streetlights, the shadows of the mother and son were stretched very long.

Sister Yun was charmed by his cuteness. "Mom gives you a gift, it doesn't need to be on a special holiday."

"Yay!"

Xunxun clapped his hands excitedly, but when he looked up, he saw Wen Jin and Fu Yanjing standing on the balcony.

She pointed there and said in a clear, crisp voice, "Mom, it's my sister and her boyfriend."

Sister Yun reminded him of his innocent remarks, "That's my male friend, not my boyfriend."

But following the direction of Xunxun's finger, my gaze fell.

He suddenly smiled.

"It seems Xunxun was right?"

Before Wen Jin could reply, Fu Yanjing leaned on the railing, determined to seize the title he couldn't have first.

"That's absolutely right."

The second floor isn't very high.

The sound was exceptionally clear even without being amplified.

Xunxun waved excitedly, "Sister Jinjin, today is the Beginning of Winter, let's eat dumplings together!"

Sister Yun stepped forward and covered Xunxun's mouth, whispering, "They want some alone time."

"Mom, what is a world for two?"

*

Today is the Beginning of Winter.

Time flies.

Wen Jin also goes to work and comes home in a routine manner, and has almost lost track of the days.

I checked my phone and it was true.

There's an unwritten custom in Jiangbei.

Whether it's a holiday or a special occasion, I always like to eat dumplings.

Realizing that he might have summoned the person at a lavish banquet, Wen Jin suddenly felt guilty.

"Sorry, I didn't know it was the start of winter today. Would you like some dumplings?"

His picky tongue is incurable.

Fu Yanjing slowly walked out of the balcony and headed towards the kitchen.

Wen Jin followed closely behind, thinking that he would check the taste before answering.

"It's definitely too late to pack now. I haven't prepared anything, I don't even have any ingredients."

With a hint of annoyance, she explained, "There's only frozen fresh meat and corn in the fridge. Can you eat that?"

The water pipe was turned on.

The cool water washed over my finger joints, carrying a chilly feeling.

Fu Yanjing slowly washed his fingers, and he could tell that Wen Jinye's seemingly thoughtful concern was actually a way of pointing out that he was too picky about food.

Playing with flavor: "I won't eat it if it's not cooked with dew."

"Then you can go hungry."

Little did I know that my words would come true.

The frozen dumplings in the refrigerator were some that An Yu and I ate when An Yu was home last time.

Very few remain.

Wen Jin also held the almost empty packaging bag, and she really felt neither justified nor confident.

"How about we go out to eat?"