Chapter 172 Who do you want to have a child with?

Zhou Yanchuan walked over to the person: "Aren't you tired? Stand here."

Wen Jiu looked up at him, her eyes filled with weariness and a hint of allure she herself didn't realize. She whispered, "Tired."

He told her to go back to bed and rest for a while longer.

Wen Jiu didn't move, paused for two seconds, and then raised her hand.

Zhou Yanchuan was unusually stunned. After two seconds, he smiled and bent down to pick the person up from the ground.

Her collar had slipped down to her shoulders as she slept, and when she looked down, she could see the red marks on her snow-white skin.

He watched as he observed, realizing that he had gone a bit too far last night.

Wen Jiu wrapped her arms around his neck: "Where are Aunt Lin and the others?"

"I gave them a holiday."

"Why are we suddenly on holiday?"

I want to spend a day alone with you.

Wen Jiu's heart skipped a beat, and she whispered, "Aren't you going to work today?"

"Um."

"Is it alright?" she asked.

He raised his eyebrows to look at her.

She said seriously, "Isn't it a bit inappropriate for the boss to skip work?"

Zhou Yanchuan smiled and said, "The boss does have this much power."

He bent down and placed the person on the bed: "I'll go to the kitchen and bring the porridge over."

*

Wen Jiu got up and went to the bathroom while everyone else was in the kitchen. As soon as she entered, she saw the dress that had been folded and placed on the shelf, and her face flushed.

Even though it was torn to shreds, he still managed to fold it neatly.

She bent down to wash her face, and when she brushed her teeth, she suddenly felt a slight stinging sensation on the inside of her lips.

She looked in the mirror and found that the corners of her mouth and the tip of her tongue were cut.

It was at this moment that Wen Jiu began to observe the marks on her body.

Looking at the marks on her chest in the mirror, she thought of the man's broad back when he bent down last night, and unconsciously pursed her lips. When she looked up again, Zhou Yanchuan had appeared behind her at some point.

"What's wrong?"

"It's broken."

She pointed to her mouth, her tone carrying a hint of coquetry and complaint that she herself had never noticed before.

Zhou Yanchuan looked down and, upon seeing the scab that had already congealed on the corner of her lips, gently touched it with his fingertip.

"I applied the medicine to you last night."

Does it hurt a lot?

"Would you like me to apply it again?"

After a series of questions, Wen Jiu nodded, seeing his serious and nervous expression.

After saying that, he really turned around and went to get the medicine.

She reached out and took his hand, a slight smile playing on her lips: "No need, it doesn't hurt."

Wen Jiu could sense that Zhou Yanchuan's gaze lingered on her face for a long time after she said those words.

It went on for so long that she became somewhat uncomfortable.

Just as she was about to ask, "What's wrong?", he suddenly said, "If I had known that you could turn back to your original state after a good night's sleep, I wouldn't have been able to bear it in the first place."

"..."

Wen Jiu raised her hand and pushed his waist: "Go get the medicine."

He smiled and took her hand in his palm.

When Wen Jiu came out of the bathroom and saw the porridge on the table, she paused for two seconds, turned around, and asked, "Did you make this?"

Zhou Yanchuan paused, his hand reaching for the medicine, surprised: "Why do you ask that?"

"shrimp."

Wen Jiu looked at the evenly sized shrimp in the bowl: "Aunt Lin cut them into larger pieces, and this cooking method is the Qingyang method."

Zhou Yanchuan picked up the medicine and smiled, "As expected of Prosecutor Wen."

Wen Jiu gave a soft hum.

He smiled, put the medicine down, and pulled the person over to sit in the chair: "Try it, I feel pretty good."

Wen Jiu let him feed her.

One spoonful in the mouth, and it really was pretty good, just like he said.

Seeing the expression on the man's face, Zhou Yanchuan smiled and scooped up a second spoonful.

After finishing a bowl of porridge, Wen Jiu yawned.

He paused as he cleared the dishes: "Tired?"

"Um."

Zhou Yanchuan picked up a glass of warm water and handed it to him: "Have some water, then go back to sleep for a while."

Wen Jiu obediently drank it and asked him, "Don't you want to rest for a while?"

She just asked casually, and didn't think much of it afterward.

Until Zhou Yanchuan looked up at her.

Their eyes met, and Wen Jiu felt inexplicably awkward. She whispered, "Don't you also go to bed very late?"

Zhou Yanchuan smiled and said, "I'll go tidy up our bedroom before we sleep."

"bedroom?"

Suddenly, Wen Jiu's mind was filled with memories of last night, and the bed sheets were in complete disarray by the end.

Her cheeks flushed. "Then go ahead."

Zhou Yanchuan stood up, but instead of leaving, he stood in front of her.

"Let me see your mouth first."

"I already saw it."

"in."

He noticed that she frowned from time to time while eating, as if she had suddenly burned herself, probably because something was broken inside.

Wen Jiu hesitated for a few seconds, then looked up.

She didn't open her mouth immediately.

Instead, she waited for Zhou Yanchuan to pinch her chin and whisper, "Open your mouth so I can see."

He slowly opened his mouth.

He looked closely, perhaps noticing the tear, and frowned slightly: "Let me put some ointment on it for you."

Wen Jiu had "no need" on the tip of her tongue, but swallowed it back when she met his serious gaze.

Zhou Yanchuan gently applied the ointment to her face with a cotton swab.

When she looked up, she could see his long, drooping eyelashes and high nose. In the warm room, her face seemed even hotter.

Just as she was about to close her mouth after he finished applying the ointment, his finger suddenly brushed against the corner of her lips.

"Can I apply another layer later?"

"What?"

Before she could react, Zhou Yanchuan lowered his head and kissed her.

That day, Wen Jiu lay down on the bed and fell asleep again. After finishing his work, Zhou Yanchuan also lifted the covers and lay down, pulling her into his arms.

Wen Jiu knew it was him, so she turned around and buried her head in his chest.

He gently patted the top of her head. "Go to sleep."

*

As the Lunar New Year approaches, my grandparents have been calling us more frequently.

When are you coming back?

Zhou Yanchuan has been quite busy lately, traveling back and forth between China and other countries.

Sometimes I'd just arrive home for one night, and then I'd be flying away again the next morning.

Wen Jiu felt sorry for him seeing him traveling back and forth like this, so she discussed with him that he could come back after he finished his work.

She's doing well here, there's no need to come back to see her.

He would say it was okay, but he would still come back in the middle of the night.

Wen Jiu has a lot of cases on her hands, and she doesn't know if she'll be able to rest for a few days before the New Year.

The elderly couple became anxious on the other end of the phone when they heard about their situation.

"When will you be able to give us a great-grandchild?"

Wen Jiu's expression clearly froze for a moment.

Zhou Yanchuan didn't even bother to argue and simply hung up.

Even so, he noticed that the person in his arms had changed her expression. He pinched her cheek and said, "Ignore them."

Wen Jiu hummed in agreement, but was still lost in her own thoughts.

She had never actually thought about it; she had never even considered her current life, let alone getting married and having children.

She always felt that it wasn't something she should aspire to.

"Zhou Yanchuan."

"Um."

Are they talking about us having children?

Zhou Yanchuan paused for a few seconds after being asked this question, then laughed in exasperation: "Otherwise what? Who do you want to have a child with?"

Wen Jiu tugged at the tassel on the sofa and said softly, "I never thought about having a child with you, and I never thought about marrying you," she paused for a moment before adding, "I never thought about having a child with you."

For a moment, the atmosphere around us seemed to freeze.

Zhou Yanchuan took a breath, closed his eyes briefly, and barely managed to suppress his chilling aura: "Seriously?"

Wen Jiu clenched her fist: "Mm."

He curved his lips slightly, but it didn't make him seem happy at all.

A sudden silence fell between the two.

After an unknown amount of time, Wen Jiu heard a calm voice ask, "So what do we mean now?"