Chapter 90: We are a loving couple...

As the night spread across the horizon, Zhou Ci's car stopped at the Song Family Garden.

Song's mother was already waiting at the gate. When she saw the two get out of the car, she walked down the stairs to greet them.

The nanny who was accompanying her explained with a smile, "Madam has been waiting since she received your call. She couldn't wait in the living room so she came to the door to wait. Finally, she waited for you to come."

Song Yu stepped forward and hugged Mother Song: "Ms. Ji, did you miss me too much?"

"How could I miss you?" Song's mother rolled her eyes at Song Yu. "I miss my son-in-law."

Zhou Ci stood beside Song Yu: "Ru Ru and I will come back to see you more often in the future."

Song's mother was quite satisfied with this answer. "On weekends, if I don't have to work, I can come back and stay more often. On weekdays, your house is better. It's close to the company and convenient for work. I won't be delayed too long on the way."

"Okay! I'll do as you say." Zhou Ci handed over the gift in his hand, "I brought some supplements for you and dad. You and dad can enjoy them."

"Don't be so polite. Just come over later. Your father and I don't need these." Mother Song took the gift box of supplements Zhou Ci handed over, brushed her fingertips over his slightly protruding wrist bone, and asked hesitantly, "Has Xiaoci lost weight recently?"

"Yes, a little bit. You have a very sharp eye. You can see that."

Her own son-in-law was in pain, so Song's mother hurriedly said, "The kitchen has stewed codonopsis pigeon. Drink a couple of bowls later. How can you be so thin? Starting tomorrow, I'll have someone bring you meals. I'll give you some nourishment."

Song Yu was about to refuse when his father, who had heard the noise and followed him out, pulled him towards the study. "Ask your mother to talk to Xiao Ci. Dad just got a painting by Wang Meng. Come and help Dad take a look at it."

There is a collection room in the Song family study, with several rows of huanghuali antique shelves against the wall, all of which are filled with collections accumulated by several generations of the Song family.

Song's father handed the newly received painting to Song Yu to look at. He took a piece of velvet cloth and carefully wiped the jade ornament in his hand. While wiping, he looked up at Song Yu from time to time.

Song Yu was tired of being stared at, so he simply asked, "Dad, do you have anything to say?"

The study was quiet and soundproof, but Father Song still lowered his voice and asked, "Is that boy good to you?"

Song Yu looked at his father, "Dad, what do you want to ask?"

Father Song gritted his teeth and said, "Does that kid snore at night? Your mother said that everything about Dad is good, but the only thing that is unbearable is his snoring. It's so noisy that it's impossible to sleep."

Song Yu almost dropped the famous painting in his hand.

She stared at Father Song in confusion. What kind of question was this? How could Zhou Ci snore while sleeping?

Before Song Yu could say anything, his father laughed heartily amidst the misty heat of the tea: "It seems he won't be beaten."

Song Yu was speechless: "When did Dad start to gossip like this?"

Song's father quickly explained: "It's your mother who's worried about you. She keeps telling me about it every day. I just remembered it, so I just asked."

The father and daughter didn't stay in the teahouse for long before Song's mother came to call them for dinner.

The dishes on the table were also obviously biased. Zhou Ci's bowl was piled with pigeon stewed with ginseng roots, while in front of Song Yu was black chicken with angelica root for regulating qi and blood.

Song Yu really didn't want to eat, but since it was a rare opportunity for him to go home, he didn't want to spoil his parents' fun, so he had to bite the bullet and eat.

Mother Song scooped the spoon from the bowl and suddenly asked, "When do you plan to have a child?"

"Cough——" Song Yu was choked and tears came to her eyes. Zhou Ci patted her back gently.

The warmth of his palm seeped through the thin fabric, as if burning a line of fire in Song Yu's spine. Instead of comforting her, it caused more trouble. Song Yu felt even more panicked.

She finally stopped coughing, tears still forming in her eyes, and complained, "Mom, could you please not be so aggressive when you speak? We just..."

"When my grandfather-in-law came over last week, we discussed the wedding venue and have chosen a few. We're planning to take some time to go check them out." Mother Song stirred the bird's nest bowl with a spoon, and the glass cups clattered crisply. "What kind of wedding are you planning? Chinese or Western? Decide on it soon so we can plan the next step."

Song Yu shook his head in denial: "It's too early now."

Mother Song glared at Song Yu with a look of dismay: "Early? Don't you see how old you are now?"

Song Yu smiled and bickered with Song's mother: "In your twenties, it's the best and most suitable age to strive for success. It doesn't matter if the wedding is later. We are not in a hurry."

After she said this, she felt that it was inappropriate. After all, Zhou Ci had the final say in this matter. Before Zhou Ci even opened his mouth, she hurriedly made the decision, which seemed to show that she had no sense of contract and was trying to shirk responsibility.

Although that is the fact, since she has gained benefits, Song Yu also has a sense of contract. If Zhou Ci wants to make a decision earlier, she has no objection.

Finally, Song Yu looked at Zhou Ci and said, "Ah Ci, what do you think?"

Zhou Ci's hand was still on Song Yu's back. When they talked, he listened quietly and patted Song Yu's back gently.

When asked for his opinion, he had already made up his mind, so he acted calmly and said in a steady voice: "I'll listen to Ru Ru. It's up to you to decide."

The ball was returned to Song Yu. Song's father and mother looked at him. Mother Song asked, "Ru Ru, what did you say?"

Song Yu's knuckles turned white as she gripped her chopsticks. How could she say something that would give Zhou Ci the answer he wanted? Would her parents not suspect her relationship with Zhou Ci?

The phone in her pocket suddenly vibrated, and Zhou Ci sent her a message under the table:

Cizhoubudu: [Do you want to pretend you're not feeling well? Go back to your room and hide?]

Song Yu stood up suddenly, the porcelain spoon clanging against the bone dish. "Today's soup is too greasy and greasy. I won't drink it."

She pushed away the dining chair, covered her mouth as if she was about to vomit, and ran to the bathroom under the stunned gaze of Song's father and mother.

After waiting for a while, she pressed the flush button and came out of the bathroom.

After coming out, he didn't go to the restaurant to eat. He just said to the three people who were still eating in the restaurant from a distance: "My stomach feels a little uncomfortable. I'll go back to the room and lie down for a while."

"What's wrong? Are you sick?" Song's mother stood up and asked, "Do you want to call the family doctor to come and take a look?"

"It's okay. I just came back from outside. Maybe my stomach hasn't adapted yet. I'll be fine tomorrow."

Seeing that Song's mother was about to walk towards her, she waved her hand and said, "Mom, don't worry about me. Go eat first. I'll go back to my room to rest. I'll stay at home today."

Hearing Song Yu say that he would be staying at home today, Song's mother's face lit up with joy. She waved her hand gracefully and said, "Okay, go back to your room and rest first. Mom will come to see you later."

Song Yu breathed a sigh of relief. She had originally wanted to send a message to Zhou Ci to tell him what had happened, but Song's father and mother were still watching her, and she couldn't do anything in front of them.

When she returned to her room on the second floor, she carefully worded a message to Zhou Ci:

Yu Xiaoru: [My parents are quite enthusiastic. Thank you for your hard work.]

Zhou Ci quickly replied:

Cizhoubudu: [It's not hard. I like this kind of family atmosphere and the popularity.]

Song Yu immediately thought of Zhou Ci's original family, his mother who passed away early, and his extremely biased father.

Yu Xiaoru: [My parents are very nice people. They were good to you before, and now that you are their son-in-law, they will only treat you better.]

Cizhoubududu: [What about you? ]

Yu Xiaoru: [Me?]

From Song Yu's limited experience, Zhou Ci's words seemed to be a test, and she quickly replied:

Yu Xiaoru: [Of course I am too.]

Song Yu sent this message and waited for a while, but Zhou Ci didn't send any message. She didn't wait any longer, put down her phone, went to the cloakroom to get her pajamas and prepare to take a shower.

There were still a lot of clothes she had worn before at home, some of which didn't even have the labels on. She wasn't worried about having nothing to wear after taking a shower, but Zhou Ci had no clothes to change into.

Song Yu thought about it and called Aunt Qin at the bridal chamber, asking her to pack a few sets of Zhou Ci's spare clothes and have the driver deliver them over.

When Song's mother knocked on the door, Song Yu had just dried his hair and was about to start working with his laptop.

"If you feel uncomfortable, just lie down. The company doesn't need you for a while."

Song's mother put the bayberry juice on the table, snatched the mouse from Song Yu's hand, and turned off her laptop for her: "There are no fresh bayberries this season, so Mom asked Auntie to squeeze some juice for you with dried bayberries. Drink it, and your stomach will feel better."

Song Yu's gaze shifted from the laptop to the cup, and he didn't react for a moment: "Yangmei juice?"

Song's mother pushed the bayberry juice towards her and said, "When I was pregnant with you, I also felt like vomiting when I smelled oil. Drinking this worked. You young people are really worrying. Xiao Ci doesn't know anything when I ask him. Have you told me how long this has been going on? Have you been to the hospital for a check-up? I think you and Xiao Ci should live at home from now on. Have the baby first. I need to see you and then I can feel at ease."

What is going on?

Song Yu was so anxious that she almost knocked over the glass of bayberry juice: "Mom, I'm not pregnant, I'm really changing my belly."

"Not pregnant?" The disappointment on Song's mother's face was obvious, but she quickly adjusted herself: "It's okay if you're not pregnant. Early birth has its advantages. There's still time to have another two years later. I just don't know what Xiao Ci thinks?"

"We both have the same idea." Song Yu said quickly, "We are still young and our careers are our priority right now. We don't want to think about having children for the time being."

Mother Song hesitated: "But my in-laws seem to..."

"I'll talk to Grandpa, don't worry, Mom." Zhou Ci appeared at the door at some point, and no one knew how long he had been listening.

"Okay, this is a matter for you young people, you can handle it yourselves." Seeing Zhou Ci come back, Song's mother didn't stay long, "I bought some clothes for Xiao Ci, but I haven't had time to put them in the cloakroom yet. I'll ask Auntie to bring them over later. Xiao Ci, you can pick out what you like."

Zhou Ci readily agreed: "Thank you, Mom. I'm sure I'll like them all."

Song Yu picked up the phone and started to call: "Mom, why didn't you tell me earlier? I asked the driver to bring clothes to A Ci. I'm calling him now to tell him not to come."

Not long after Song's mother left, Zhou Ci's clothes were also delivered. Song's mother prepared quite a lot of clothes for Zhou Ci, two large boxes neatly folded, and put them into the cloakroom one by one by the aunt. They were all brands that Zhou Ci wore daily, and Song's mother's attentiveness was evident in the details.

After seeing the aunt off, Song Yu closed the door and turned around to see Zhou Ci still leaning against the cloakroom. She asked, "Aren't you going to take a shower?"

"Go!" Zhou Ci responded, took a set of pajamas from the cloakroom, turned and went into the bathroom.

It was not too late yet, and Song Yu turned on his laptop again, thinking about the meeting minutes that he had not finished reading.

Zhou Ci came out of the shower and didn't see Song Yu. He looked around the room and saw her on the balcony, talking on the phone. He didn't disturb her, but found a book on the bookshelf and leaned on the bed to read.

When Song Yu came in from the balcony, he saw Zhou Ci reading quietly.

The saying "Look at beauty under the lamp" does not only refer to women, it also applies to men. At least that's what Song Yu thinks now.

She was admiring Zhou Ci under the light and thought that Zhou Ci was so handsome and even more handsome than usual.

Zhou Ci noticed her gaze and turned around: "Are you looking at me?"

Perhaps the atmosphere was right, Song Yu said smoothly: "Wife looking at husband, is it not okay?"

Zhou Ci smiled. "Of course, feel free to read." He closed the book. "But now there's a problem. There's only one quilt on the bed. What are you going to do, Mrs. Zhou? Go find another one? Or sleep with me?"

Song Yu wanted to bite her tongue. She didn't know if she could take back what she had said. Since Zhou Ci called her Mrs. Zhou, she was not asked to choose between the two.

"If I go outside and find another quilt, my parents will know tonight, not tomorrow. They're not easy to fool, and they'll definitely think of a lot of things."

"So?" Zhou Ci looked at her, waiting for her next sentence.

Song Yu gritted his teeth and made up his mind: "Do you mind if I share a quilt with you tonight?"

"This is your bed, why should I mind?" Zhou Ci lifted the quilt, leaving half of the space empty. "Besides, Mr. Zhou never refuses Mrs. Zhou. We are a loving couple, remember?"

"You're a loving couple in front of others, but you don't have to pretend behind their backs, or it's too tiring."

"If you only pretend in front of others and don't pay attention behind their backs, what if someone finds out one day? Body language can't deceive people."

"You're right. We should pay more attention to it next time." Song Yu took off his shoes, got on the bed, and sat down carefully next to the bed.

She took a breath and just as she was about to reach for the laptop on the bedside table, Zhou Ci spoke up, "It's ten o'clock."

"Hmm?" Song Yu retracted his hand and looked at him sideways, confused. "What's wrong with ten o'clock?"

"Ten o'clock is bedtime." Zhou Ci put the book back on the bedside table. "I can't sleep with the light on."

"Okay, then let's go to bed early." Song Yu cooperated and turned off the laptop, and also turned off the desk lamp on his side.

The room suddenly became dark, and Song Yu huddled on the edge of the bed, motionless. Even though there was a wide distance between them, the quilt was filled with Zhou Ci's scent, and Song Yu still felt uncomfortable.

"You sleep so far away, can the quilt cover you?" Zhou Ci spoke in the darkness.

Song Yu pulled the quilt closer to his body and said nervously, "I can cover myself. My quilt is quite big, so it's no problem for another person to sleep in the middle."

She didn't know when it started, but she had already started to regard Zhou Ci as a man. Whenever they were alone, she would become extremely nervous if he got a little closer to her.

Zhou Ci moved closer to her and stopped at a point where Song Yu could tolerate it: "It seems a bit cold, aren't you cold?"

"I'm not cold. There's been a cold front these days. If you're cold, turn on the air conditioner!"

As Song Yu was reaching for the air conditioner remote control, she didn't know if she had misheard, but a sigh seemed to be heard in the darkness.

"No need to turn on the air conditioner. It's easy to get a dry throat in this weather. Let's just sleep closer together." Zhou Ci said as he moved closer to her: "You should sleep closer to the middle too."

Song Yu obediently moved towards Zhou Ci. Both of them were still awake, so they needed to chat for a while to avoid any awkwardness. However, Song Yu was so nervous that he couldn't think of anything to say.

It was Zhou Ci who made the final decision before going to bed: "Go to sleep, you still have to go to work tomorrow."

Song Yu felt relieved, "Well, good night!"

She closed her eyes peacefully and had a good sleep.

Zhou Ci didn't sleep the whole night.