Chapter 43 Possessiveness.

Her eyes were very red.

Zhong Yan noticed her as soon as he entered the room. When he left, he took a special look at her as she was sleeping. She was sleeping soundly and quietly, without any sign of anything unusual.

She had only been gone for a few hours, but when she came back, her whole mood was off.

Especially the eyes.

It was obvious that she had cried, and cried a lot.

Jin Huan has a sensitive personality; she can start crying over certain things, and when she feels sad, she can't stop crying. For her, crying is a way to vent.

Zhong Yan never denied this kind of venting behavior. Although he never shed tears, it didn't mean that others didn't need to.

For Jin Huan, tears are necessary.

Jin Huan had already held back her tears, but Zhong Yan's gentle tone made her feel that sour feeling well up again. She blinked helplessly, almost bursting into tears again.

But she had already shed so many tears that her eyes felt so dry that she felt no more tears should fall.

Zhong Yan frowned, his eyes filled with obvious worry. He didn't know what would happen to Jin Huan alone at home in just a few hours, but she clearly didn't want to tell him and was trying her best to cover it up, pretending that nothing had happened.

Zhong Yan originally wanted to go along with her wishes and pretend he didn't know, but he really couldn't let her be in such a mood.

Jin Huan tried her best to suppress her emotions. She didn't look at Zhong Yan again, but simply admitted, "I have cried."

Zhong Yan asked gently, "Then can you tell me why you're crying?"

Jin Huan's hand was still being held by him. She wondered if it was just her imagination, but she felt that his fingers seemed to tremble slightly. She clearly felt his worry, and Jin Huan felt ashamed.

She's the one who's being dramatic and caring about those things, crying like a child over such trivial matters. She knows that people should focus on the present, and the past is the past; there's no need to think about it or care about it anymore.

Zhong Yan has always been very good to her. She can feel all the care and love he shows her. She has already received so much. She can't keep getting hung up on things and want more.

She said that, and she understood all the reasons, but in the end, she wasn't that kind of open-minded and broad-minded person.

Zhong Yan's concern for her made her feel even more guilty. She didn't dare to look him in the eye, afraid that if she got caught up in his tenderness, she would completely break down.

I can't cry like I did just now.

Jin Huan slowly withdrew her hand, feeling the warmth of his palm still lingering on her fingers. She gently squeezed it and whispered, "I want to go back to my aunt's today. I miss her a little."

"Okay." Zhong Yan didn't ask any further questions, but simply agreed, "I'll take you there."

There was still some distance between the villa and her aunt's house. Jin Huan didn't say a word the whole way. She leaned against the window, occasionally looking ahead and occasionally looking out the window. Although her eyes were looking, her mind was clearly not on it.

While Zhong Yan was driving, he kept a portion of his gaze on her.

Fang Shuyun received a call and came to pick her up at the door.

"Jinhuan, I need to say a few words to your aunt." Zhong Yan nodded politely to Fang Shuyun as he got out of the car, letting Jinhuan go in first.

Jin Huan glanced at Zhong Yan, then at her aunt, and responded before obediently going inside.

Zhong Yan and Jin Huan have been married for so long, but he has never had a proper and serious talk with her aunt. To Jin Huan, her aunt is like a mother to her and is the most important person to her.

Jin Huan returned to her room.

It's been a long time since I've stayed here. My aunt has been keeping the house clean. Her room is spotless, and you can even smell a faint floral fragrance. Upon closer inspection, I noticed a pot of jasmine on the table, freshly blooming.

Jin Huan didn't change her clothes. She lay down on the sofa, burying her head in the pillow. Her brain was suffocated by oxygen, so she didn't think about so many random things.

About ten minutes later, there was a knock on the door.

Knowing it was her aunt, Jin Huan sat up from the sofa and said, "Come in."

Fang Shuyun gently pushed open the door, holding a glass of juice in her hand, which she had brought especially for Jin Huan.

It was too hot, so I made her mango juice with coconut milk and a little ice. It wasn't too cold, which made it very refreshing.

From the beginning, Shuyun loved to make these things for Jinhuan, things that little girls like to eat, sweet and soft ones. Jinhuan loved them the most. That's the joy of raising a girl. She loves everything Shuyun makes and will eat it all carefully.

"Mr. Zhong said you're in a bad mood, probably because you're angry with him, and told me to comfort you." These were Zhong Yan's exact words, which Fang Shuyun simply repeated. She had thought Zhong Yan was going to say something else, but it turned out to be just this.

Fang Shuyun didn't have much contact with Zhong Yan, and her understanding of him came from Zhisong. They had some dealings before, and Zhisong had a very high opinion of Mr. Zhong.

Of course, Zhong Yan told her other things, but they weren't important; what mattered most was Jin Huan's matter.

Fang Shuyun handed her the juice, pinched her cheek, and asked with a smile, "Why are we angry with Jin Huan?"

Jin Huan held the cup, took a sip, and recognized the familiar taste of her aunt. She shook her head and denied it, saying, "I'm not angry."

On one hand, I wanted to be alone and think things through, and on the other hand, I really missed my aunt.

Fang Shuyun simply smiled and asked, "What happened?"

"Auntie, can you tell me what it felt like when you fell in love with Uncle?" Jin Huan took another sip. This time, the mango juice was very sweet, almost too sweet for her.

This was the first time Jin Huan had asked such a question. Even Fang Jin Huan, who was always fearless, was starting to have such worries.

Fang Shuyun said, "What? Didn't you already know what it felt like to like someone?"

She had liked Zhong Yan for a long time.

I came to like him later, and I've always liked him.

"Tell me," Jin Huan whispered, trying to coax her.

Because they have always been in love.

Fang Shuyun and Chen Zhisong have a very good relationship. Even though they sometimes quarrel and have disagreements, they understand each other very well and care about each other deeply. The desire to accompany each other for a lifetime is deeply ingrained in their bones.

Jin Huan touched her chest. She vaguely understood the feelings her aunt had described. She had experienced some of them, but it seemed she hadn't. In fact, Jin Huan realized that she was stubbornly in love, but she didn't understand love or know what love was.

"Will you be jealous of your uncle's past?" Jin Huan asked again.

"Before?" Fang Shuyun, knowing Jin Huan's family as she understood what was going on, probably knew from her question.

“I’m not jealous at all, but he’s jealous every day.” Fang Shuyun couldn’t help but complain as she said softly, “Look at your uncle, he’s such a jealous person.”

Zhi Song was younger than her, and at the time he was pursuing her, several other people were also pursuing her. Fang Shu Yun was beautiful and outstanding, and the people who liked her were also outstanding. Chen Zhi Song would often be so jealous that she would drown herself in a vat of vinegar.

He was indeed inferior to others in terms of social standing and wealth, but he was relentless in his pursuit of power, resorting to shameless and unscrupulous tactics, making him a real pain in the neck.

Upon hearing this, Jin Huan's mouth dropped open in surprise.

My uncle used to be like this; she always thought he was quite steady and reliable.

“He’ll only be reliable if he becomes your uncle.” Fang Shuyun then revealed her husband’s past, “Back then, he went to great lengths to please you.”

Jin Huan couldn't help but laugh: "So he was trying to please me before."

Fang Shuyun nodded: "What do you think?"

Seeing that she was happy to listen, Fang Shuyun continued to tell her about the things Zhisong did to please her and her niece, which almost exposed his true colors, to the point that Jin Huan could no longer laugh.

“Then next time I confront my uncle, I’ll say it was my aunt who told me to.” Jin Huan blinked, revealing her mischievous thoughts. Fang Shuyun pretended to be angry and tapped her forehead.

Which side are you on?

Jin Huan became obedient again. She put her empty cup on the table, took Fang Shuyun's hand, and sweetly said, "Then of course I'm on Aunt's side."

"You clever little devil," Fang Shuyun said to her.

Look at that fawning face. He's always been like that since he was little. He knows exactly how to play the game, a fence-sitter, always switching sides.

At this point, Jin Huan felt much better. From what her aunt had told her about her relationship with her uncle, she seemed to be gradually understanding.

I understand now; this sour feeling is what it means to be jealous.

About the taste of love.

And then there's... possessiveness.

For Jin Huan, who was experiencing these things for the first time, they were all things she didn't understand. Sometimes, she would feel a pang of sadness in her heart, but she couldn't pinpoint the source of the sadness. Just like this afternoon when she cried so hard, she only now began to understand why she was crying.

I had dinner with my aunt and uncle that night. They cooked all her favorite dishes. My uncle said something that made my aunt both anxious and angry. She reached out and pinched his arm, whispering to him, "Stop talking nonsense and eat!"

"Let Jin Huan be the judge." Chen Zhisong didn't shy away at all. He let his wife pinch him if she wanted to. It was better than begging her to hold him at night and she wouldn't agree. Chen Zhisong always enjoyed this and wished she would pinch him until he was bruised and had marks.

After all, his wife could only leave these marks on him; no one else had that privilege.

"What kind of reasoning?" Jin Huan swallowed a mouthful. She had been eating seriously and hadn't understood, so she asked curiously.

Chen Zhisong had a social engagement that evening and had drunk some alcohol. His eyes were brimming with amorousness. He was already handsome, but the alcohol made his eyes redden. He looked at Fang Shuyun and said softly, "I told your aunt 'I love you,' and she said I was lying..."

"How could I be talking nonsense?"

Chen Zhisong has no sense of propriety and doesn't know his place in front of the children. Fang Shuyun really wanted to strangle him. His muscles are too hard to touch, and at his age, he still spouts those pretentious words like young people.

Chen Zhisong didn't think there was anything wrong with it. Love is something that should be said. He would say it a thousand times or a hundred times, and he would still say it when they were old. He would say it for a lifetime.

Chen Zhisong and Fang Shuyun are discussing the matter of saying "I love you".

The more Fang Shuyun criticized him, the more he would chime in, until Fang Shuyun was speechless. Finally, she glared at him and threatened him in a low voice, "You'll be sleeping in the study tonight."

They have a very good relationship, so good that even now, as Chen Zhisong approaches forty, they still have a high frequency of intercourse, which has increased even more since Chen Zhisong had his tubal ligation, and they have almost nothing to worry about anymore.

I traveled to Norway for the New Year this year. I spent more than half a month there. Apart from going out to explore and see the scenery, I spent the other half of my time in my holiday home and didn't go out.

Chen Zhisong may seem serious, but when he goes too far, he can be the most outrageous.

Chen Zhisong just smiled: "You're willing to let me sleep in the study?"

Fang Shuyun said, "Then you give it a try."

Through the overhead light, Chen Zhisong tilted his head and looked at his wife. They had been together for more than ten years, and she hadn't changed at all over the years. Although she had developed a few shallow wrinkles at the corners of her eyes, it didn't prevent her from becoming more gentle and beautiful. In short, in Chen Zhisong's eyes, his wife was always the best and most beautiful one.

He liked it very much.

He loved her very much.

Jin Huan looked at her aunt on the left and her uncle on the right, still pondering the words "I love you," completely unaware that she had become a very bright third wheel.

But it's okay, I've gotten used to being this third wheel since I was a child.

The older it gets, the brighter the light bulb shines.

The wattage has now increased many times over.

Jin Huan stared at the bowl in front of her, her mind replaying these words. Her aunt and uncle were husband and wife, and she and Zhong Yan were also husband and wife, but her aunt and uncle met, fell in love, and then got married. She and Zhong Yan hadn't even gone through a process of getting to know each other before they started dating.

Their process is different from that of normal people, so it's normal for it to be different in many other ways.

And those three words, "I love you," Zhong Yan doesn't seem to have ever said to her.

She didn't tell Zhong Yan either.

This is a very catalytic word, and at least between husband and wife, it shouldn't be avoided.

But not saying it doesn't mean anything.

She could talk to Zhong Yan; it would be the same if she did. They're husband and wife, they're each other, so there's no need to worry so much about who's talking to whom.

Jin Huan was thinking this in her heart.

She shouldn't worry about so much.