Chapter 78 Chasing Wife and Getting Jealous
Xia Qingshu returned home and told Chen Zhiyu about his initiative to become a son-in-law.
Chen Qixi was shocked. She was just saying it casually to scare Chen Rao, but she didn't expect Chen Zhiyu to be so decisive and immediately take all his belongings to join the Xia family.
The Xia family did not dare to easily accept a Buddha like Chen Zhiyu, and gave full authority to Xia Qingshu to make the decision.
Xia Qingshu's mind was a mess.
Although his belly is not very obvious, the baby has been very fussing recently. He has not been sleeping well at night. He has been worried a lot during pregnancy and feels lethargic during the day.
Wen Sheng asked him out several times, but he rejected her every time. On this day, he had just woken up from a nap when Wen Sheng came to visit him in person.
Since he had promised Chen Zhiyu, he had to make things clear with Wen Sheng. Since Wen Sheng came in person, Xia Qingshu was ready to speak frankly.
Wen Sheng held a bunch of lilies in his hand. He was always so polite. When he saw Xia Qingshu, he put a perfect smile on his face and put the lilies in Xia Qingshu's arms.
Xia Qingshu led him to the reception room and prepared some simple refreshments.
"Sorry to bother you." Wen Sheng smiled gently, "I heard that you were not feeling well recently. Are you feeling better now?"
"Yeah, I feel better." Xia Qingshu poured a cup of hot tea and placed it in front of the other person.
Wen Sheng thanked him and took out two movie tickets, handing them over with both hands, "Qingshu, do you want to go out and relax? This is a new movie from our company, and it has a good reputation."
Xia Qingshu glanced at the movie ticket and didn't take it. "I'm sorry, Brother Sheng, I can't go."
Wen Sheng frowned slightly, "Your body hasn't recovered yet?"
Xia Qingshu raised his head and whispered, "No. I'm sorry, Brother Sheng, there's something I should have told you earlier."
Wen Sheng held the hot teacup and rubbed his fingers gently on the wall of the cup, "Qingshu, talk slowly, I won't be angry."
He always had a warm smile on his face. Xia Qingshu was completely unprepared for such a person and said directly, "Brother Sheng, I'm pregnant."
When Wen Sheng heard the news, his expression did not change at all, and he continued to talk and laugh, as if he had heard something ordinary.
"Pregnant?" Wen Sheng smiled, "It's okay, I can accept it, as long as you are not married yet."
Xia Qingshu was a little surprised by the other party's calm attitude. He pinched his fingers and whispered, "The child is Brother Zhiyu's..."
Wen Sheng put down the teacup and found that his fingertips had been scalded red, but he didn't care at all and didn't even look at it. "Really? I don't mind."
The other party's calmness made Xia Qingshu feel a little uneasy. He vaguely felt that Wen Sheng was more difficult to deal with than Chen Zhiyu.
Wen Sheng curled his lips, "Qingshu, it's not your fault that you're pregnant. I know you're a good kid. As long as you're not with Zhiyu, I have a chance, right?"
Xia Qingshu pinched her fingers and whispered firmly, "I promised him. I'm sorry, Brother Sheng."
Although he was confused, he did not reject Chen Zhiyu, so he should have made it clear to Wen Sheng instead of continuing to be vague and ambiguous.
After saying this, the smile on Wen Sheng's face froze for a moment.
The large room was very quiet.
Xia Qingshu lowered his head, his face slightly red.
After several minutes, Wen Sheng stood up and said softly, "Qingshu, I understand what you mean."
Seeing that the other party was about to leave, Xia Qingshu also stood up and said, "Brother Sheng, do you want to sit for a while? You haven't even had your tea yet."
Wen Sheng picked up the teacup, still smiling gently, "Qingshu, thank you for your tea, I like it very much."
After saying this, he drank the tea in one gulp, regardless of the fact that it was scalding hot.
Wen Sheng has a gentle appearance and an elegant temperament. Even when he is drinking scalding hot tea, and drinking it so quickly, his demeanor is still graceful.
The warm green tea in the white porcelain cup was steaming. Xia Qingshu pinched the rim of the cup and still felt it was a little hot. However, the other person drank it all without leaving a drop.
"It's a bit regrettable." Wen Sheng put down the teacup, his eyes were misty, and his deep eyes couldn't tell his emotions clearly, "I really like Qingshu."
Xia Qingshu lowered his head and kept pinching his fingers.
He was the worst at dealing with this kind of situation. It was okay for him not to know before the other party made it clear. But once he knew, he always felt that he had let the other party down.
However, he knew that he had to be decisive when rejecting someone and not play with other people's feelings.
"I'm sorry, Brother Sheng."
"Don't apologize, it's not your fault." Wen Sheng turned around and left.
His back was straight, without a trace of dejection. Even when he was rejected by the person he liked, he still maintained his elegant posture.
The sunlight fell on his head, emitting a light golden glow. Wen Sheng was bathed in the sunlight, as noble and dazzling as he appeared on the big screen.
Xia Qingshu thought that Brother Sheng was such a good person, he would definitely find a better partner than him.
Wen Sheng got in the car and looked at the figure gradually disappearing in the rearview mirror. He couldn't help but sigh, "Zhiyu is luckier than me."
In a trance, he seemed to remember the high school days when he stayed up late to review but still failed the exam and ranked second among Chen Zhiyu. His mother was furious and called him a loser. Chen Zhiyu's parents never put any pressure on him in his studies. Chen Zhiyu has always studied happily and without any pressure.
I’m so envious.
He held the steering wheel with one hand and used the other to rummage out a brown medicine bottle from the glove box, unscrewed the cap, and poured a few white pills into his mouth.
Chew it twice and swallow it.
Opening the mirror in front of him, Wen Sheng glanced at the well-managed face in the mirror, rubbed his scarlet eyes, and smiled very politely.
"What should I do? I don't want to give up."
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When Chen Zhiyu learned that Wen Sheng had come out of Xia's house, he felt a little flustered.
After finishing a few important matters at hand and asking Secretary Li to buy some gifts, Chen Zhiyu rushed to the Xia family.
Chen Qixi was walking the dog in the garden and was a little surprised to see Chen Zhiyu.
Chen Zhiyu wore a camel-colored trench coat with a very strong sense of design. The coat had a great drape and elegant texture, and he wore it like a catwalk model.
But he was carrying several gift boxes in one hand and several large bags of vegetables in the other, looking like a housewife who had just returned from the vegetable market, which looked very incongruous.
"Jiyu, what are you...doing?"
"Auntie, I got off work early today, so I bought some vegetables and made dumplings for everyone."
"Zhiyu, can you make dumplings?"
"How difficult is that? You can learn it in one go." Chen Zhiyu had never thought in his life that there would be a day when he would become a son-in-law who lives with his wife's family. For this reason, he went online to study online literary works related to sons-in-law who live with their wives' family.
The collection of live-in sons-in-law in the "Crooked Mouth Dragon King" series has the most hits on the Internet. Although the video shooting technique is crude, it is very addictive. After reading it, Chen Zhiyu made a brief analysis and found that his actual situation did not quite match that of "The Crooked-Mouth Dragon King", but his identity was indeed comparable to that of the Dragon King. Just when he was at a loss, Secretary Li showed up in time and recommended a lot of female farming literature to him. After careful study, he came up with two words: diligent.
To gain recognition from the Xia family, diligence is the most important thing. A diligent man who can cook will be even more charming.
In order to win the favor of the Xia family, he came here specially today to make dumplings for the Xia family to taste.
Chen Zhiyu carried the vegetables into the kitchen.
Chen Qixi was dressed casually, but her temperament was that of a noble lady. She was holding the dog and looked at Chen Zhiyu with a vigilant look on her face. Chen Zhiyu was wearing an apron and making a lot of noise in the kitchen. She looked like a vicious mother-in-law who was mistreating her son-in-law.
Forget it, let’s just call Qingshu over.
When Xia Qingshu came over, Chen Zhiyu had just broken a bowl.
He was wearing a white shirt with his sleeves rolled up to his elbows. He watched helplessly as the white porcelain bowl slipped from his hands, fell to the ground, and shattered into pieces.
As a son-in-law, he felt that cooking a decent meal was basic knowledge. Between preparing a banquet and a meal of dumplings, he chose the latter, although he always believed that a banquet would not be difficult for him. Compared to the Manchu-Han banquet, dumplings are more of a ritual. The whole family sits together, reunited, and eats dumplings in a lively atmosphere, which is considered an acceptance of his status.
Unexpectedly, he, the president of a multi-billion-dollar group who could handle complex cross-border mergers and acquisitions, actually fell into trouble because of a bowl.
Dumpling filling is too difficult to prepare.
Chen Zhiyu has always been very careful about his image to the outside world. This was the first time Xia Qingshu saw him at a loss. His hands were covered in oil, his nose was covered in flour, and his clothes were stained with egg liquid. He looked extremely embarrassed.
Xia Qingshu felt that this scene was very memorable, so he took a photo. Seeing that the other party was still upset, he smiled and advised, "Brother Zhiyu, don't feel burdened. This bowl is just an ordinary Jingdezhen product, not Yuan blue and white."
Chen Zhiyu had a handsome face and looked towards the kitchen door. When he saw no one else, he pulled him into the kitchen, closed the door, and rubbed his nose, "Okay, you laugh at me."
Xia Qingshu dodged and quickly shook his head to explain, "No."
"Be careful not to get stabbed by broken glass." Chen Zhiyu took a broom and swept up the broken bowl.
Chen Rao likes to show off. He has long been used to it. No matter whether it is Yuan blue and white porcelain or a ten-yuan porcelain bowl on the street, there is no difference in his eyes. He does not feel offended by Qingshu's words, but just thinks it is funny.
Qingshu's little mouth is very talkative, and he can always make people feel heartbroken from different angles. But if you relax and savor it carefully, you will find that such language is particularly funny.
This is also the reason why he was always choked by Qingshu in the beginning, but still persevered in finding him.
"Brother Zhiyu, how about I ask the aunts to help." Xia Qingshu felt that if he let Chen Zhiyu take care of it, he might go hungry at night.
"No need." Chen Zhiyu washed his hands, took out another bowl, put the beaten meat in it, and beat an egg in the bowl, "Qingshu, just come and help me."
"I, I can't."
Chen Zhiyu stretched out his finger and clicked on the phone on the kitchen counter. A video of making dumplings was playing on the phone. "Let's learn together."
Xia Qingshu: “…”
No wonder he is so clumsy, it turns out he was learning it on the spot.
Although both of them are beginners, operations such as kneading dough and stirring meat filling can be completely handed over to automatic food processors. Rolling the dough and making dumplings are the biggest challenges.
Chen Zhiyu pulled out a ball of gray flour and pressed the rolling pin with it, rolling it out madly.
Xia Qingshu glanced at him and said, "Brother Zhiyu, your skin is... a little too big, isn't it?"
Chen Zhiyu stopped rolling the dough, picked up a washbasin-sized dough sheet, and examined it from top to bottom. "Indeed."
He was just thinking about rolling the dough thinner, and accidentally made a piece that big.
Xia Qingshu smiled and said, "If I didn't know, I would have thought you were making a facial mask."
Chen Zhiyu threw away the facial mask in his hand and turned to look at the dough rolled out by Qingshu. Although the dough was thick, it was well-proportioned and of moderate size.
He approached slowly from behind, resting his chin on the other's shoulder, "Qingshu, you are so good, teach me."
Xia Qingshu accidentally became the best dumpling-making contestant. He was a little proud, pursed his lips and said a few humble words, then used chopsticks to pick up the meat filling and put it into the dough.
"Then you can watch it."
Just as I was about to pack it, I felt a gust of hot air blowing across my neck.
The warm breath seemed to have eyes, and it deliberately drilled into the most tender part of my neck, making the entire neck feel tingling and numb.
Pregnant women are very sensitive all over and can't stand this.
Xia Qingshu's body trembled, the meat filling in his hand fell to the ground, and the chopsticks poked a hole in the dough.
"Hmph, look at what you have done." Xia Qingshu turned around and glared at the other person.
Chen Zhiyu raised his hands, blushing and pretending to be innocent, "I didn't do anything."
Xia Qingshu's delicate eyebrows were twisted, his cheeks were clenched, and his little face was puffed up, like a little seal whose fish had been stolen.
The first time Chen Zhiyu saw Qingshu get angry, he felt his heart rate was irregular and even his breathing was hot.
Chen Zhiyu was almost driven crazy by his cuteness, and didn't care that this was the kitchen, and kissed him on the face.
Seeing that Qingshu was about to get angry again, Chen Zhiyu pretended to urge him.
"Let's hurry up, otherwise my parents-in-law will go hungry."
Xia Qingshu kneaded the dough in his hand into a ball again: "We will definitely go hungry today."
Chen Zhiyu spread the "facial mask" on the chopping board and said something stirring, "Are you already disliking me before I even enter the door?"
Xia Qingshu didn't say anything, which was considered as his agreement.
How could Chen Zhiyu, a big boss, show weakness in front of his wife? He took out a small bowl, pressed it on the "facial mask", and instantly harvested four thin pieces of medium-sized dough.
"Look, that's it."
After finally getting through the dough phase, the two began making dumplings.
Xia Qingshu was studying how to wrap it to look good, when the man next to him suddenly asked, "By the way, why did Wen Sheng come to our house?"
"I'm just asking casually. It's okay if you don't answer."
His tone sounded nonchalant, but the sentence he added later revealed how much he cared.
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