Chapter Ninety-Two Under the Mahjong Table
At one o'clock in the morning, Song Nian'an woke up.
There was no warmth on the pillow, so they must have been gone for a while.
I groped my way to my slippers and rubbed my aching back.
It's been a long time since I've seen the study light on.
He stood quietly at the doorway.
[Hmph, I've been completely ruined. A beast in bed, a decent person in real life.]
[What do you mean, "Buddha is resting"? I think you've locked Buddha up.]
I feel like I've been tricked. That wine was clearly given to Wen Jing by Shi Chao, so how did he end up drinking it with me, glass after glass?!
【Aha! I've figured it out!】
Wen Jing couldn't stand it anymore, so she took off her glasses and went over.
Why take off your glasses? You look perfectly handsome with them on...
Wen Jing asked, "Does he look more handsome with glasses?"
Caught off guard, the attack pinned her to the door, and Song Nian'an lost control for a moment.
He grabbed her neck and started biting her.
"Hiss..." Wen Jing stood up abruptly from the suction. "Stop messing around, you haven't recovered yet."
"Do you prefer to be called husband or brother..." Song Nian'an's question left Wen Jing stunned.
"I like...I like everything." Song Nian'an's mouth didn't stop moving, kissing his way down his neck, skillfully unbuttoning his clothes, and slipping his hand inside.
"Brother," Song Nian'an's tone grew increasingly seductive, "you're quite capable!"
"ah?"
"You got me drunk! You've found a good teammate, haven't you? You two cunning people shouldn't have trusted Cheng Letian. Anyone who can fool him is definitely not a good person!"
Song Nian'an's tone hardened.
He snorted and turned away, sulking.
It's really going too far to just start a fire and not put it out.
Knowing he was in the wrong, Wen Jing still sheepishly followed and obediently began to coax him.
"How is Grandma now? Shall we go see her tomorrow?" Song Nian'an asked.
"Yes, my cousin has been taking good care of me, and it's been great."
Song Nian'an was silent for a while, "At first I really didn't like Li Wanru, but I didn't expect her to be so hateful."
Jealousy is a strange emotion; it can make people completely lose their humanity.
While both were driven by jealousy, Li Wanru's actions seemed less sinful compared to Wen Siyan's.
Wen Jing nodded and reheated the dishes on the table.
"This soup...?" Song Nian'an found it familiar and inexplicably recalled Li Wanru's domineering manner when she delivered the soup.
"Yes, she gave it to me."
Song Nian'an smiled and said, "Don't get angry again."
Wen Jing ladled a bowl of soup from the thermos. "Things are different now. It's okay if you get a sore throat."
That's way too blunt...
What do you mean by "it's okay"? Does it mean someone put out the fire?
Laughter from the two people came from the living room; it seemed the soup-related issue was going to linger.
I slept well tonight, without any dreams.
The next day, early in the morning.
Wen Jing gave up her morning run and slept soundly with Song Nian'an tucked under the covers.
Until Grandma's phone rang.
Tell the two of them to go home for dinner.
Today, none of the uncles and elders were sitting and drinking tea at the Wen family's old house. Only Wen Liansheng was leaning against his grandmother, reading a novel with her.
Those books were the ones Song Nian'an brought to the hospital back then.
Wen Liansheng and his grandmother both liked it very much.
"Grandpa, Grandma." Wen Jing bowed his head and bent over, bowing respectfully as before.
Song Nian'an followed behind.
Wen Liansheng spoke first, "You don't need to do this anymore. I'll tell others not to come here anymore, so it will be quieter."
I never imagined that someone as stubborn as Wen Liansheng would want to skip the old rules one day.
Grandma can still only sit in a wheelchair, but her spirits have improved a lot.
I've been consistently doing rehabilitation exercises, but as I've gotten older, the results haven't been very good.
Let him just sit in a wheelchair.
Grandpa told Grandma that day, "From now on, I will be your legs, pushing you to travel thousands of miles of roads you've never seen before."
Grandma didn't force herself to continue.
"You can take a break now that you have some free time. Put aside what you can at the company. You haven't had time for your honeymoon since you got married so long, have you?" Grandma said with a smile.
Indeed, the only time he went out was to record a TV show.
Song Nian'an had already begun planning the best travel route in her mind.
While Wen Jing went to the side courtyard to answer the phone, he returned to find a square table with four people playing mahjong.
Song Nian'an found an old-fashioned mahjong set in the warehouse, which made his grandmother very happy.
She had never played this game with anyone before, and had only played it once on her phone. However, she was blind and couldn't react quickly enough, so she always played the cards by herself.
"Wanru, come on in! We're one short!" Grandma called out.
Although Li Wanru was reluctant to be with Song Nian'an, she wouldn't spoil the fun.
Besides, we don't have much of a grudge.
I've even started to like it a little.
Song Nian'an sat to the left of her grandmother and kept feeding her cards, which Wen Liansheng was not happy about.
"You guys are cheating! You practically told us what cards you wanted, is this how you play?"
Grandma retorted, "Then you tell me what you want, and I'll give it to you."
"I won't rely on you guys, I'll do it myself!" Wen Liansheng picked up a card, rubbing his thumb along the surface of the card little by little, showing a bit of the feeling of a mahjong master.
"Oh, I don't want this one." The card was printed.
"I won!" Grandma handed over the tiles, as happy as a child.
Song Nian'an laughed and said, "You said I fed you the cards? You're the one who really threw the game!"
Wen Jing came over, and Song Nian'an stood up to give up her seat, wanting Wen Jing to play for a while as well.
"No, no, I won't play with him, he's no fun." Grandma was the first to object.
“Xiao An, you play with us. He’s a grown man who doesn’t understand card game culture,” Wen Liansheng chimed in.
Wen Jing suddenly realized, "I'm a grown man? Then what are you, an ancestor?"
Has he been ostracized now?
Wen Jing stood silently behind Song Nian'an and pressed down on his shoulder.
"They look down on me, you can have fun." Her tone was aggrieved.
My husband is actually quite endearing when he's upset. I wish I could give him a kiss right now, but this is the occasion...
That's easy.
Four people are playing cards, and one person is watching.
Wen Jing helped draw a card after the cards were just assembled.
It accidentally fell under the table.
"My hand slipped, I'm sorry," Wen Jing apologized.
Song Nian'an immediately bent down to find the mahjong tile, and the moment she reached out to grab it, Wen Jing leaned down and pressed against her.
Kissing under a mahjong table is so exciting!
A two-second kiss.
When he looked up, he bumped his head on the corner of the table, and his grandmother was heartbroken.
"Are you holding your breath? Did you bend over or press down? Your face is so red." Grandma asked.
"No..." Song Nian'an said in a flustered manner.
Wen Jing rubbed his head, and the places his fingers touched felt like they were on fire.
"Old man, go buy an electric mahjong table," Grandma said to Wen Liansheng in a slightly commanding tone.
Wen Liansheng smiled and said, "This isn't the fault of the mahjong table. It's something young people do, and you've gotten involved."
He saw through it but didn't say anything, still cheerfully agreeing, "Okay, you decide, I'll buy it right away."
Outside the villa, a shadow stretched longer and longer.
Finally, it disappeared at the intersection.
Heavy footprints, clenched fists.
"It is impossible for me to make you happy."
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