Chapter 18 Chapter 18 Chen Jinshi suddenly turned around, his back to...
When she sat down, her spine was straighter than the poplar trees on the grassland. Her waist was not too thin, and the width could not be covered by a palm.
Her upper body was plump, but her arms and legs were slender and well-proportioned, with her legs being especially long, supporting her height which exceeded that of most women.
He could still remember the oppressive feeling she brought when she stood in front of him when he was a child. It was not only the oppression of height, but also the pressure of her plump breasts on his lips and nose. He once thought he would suffocate to death.
...Maybe that's not impossible.
But as a child he would always wake up suddenly and push her away, and from then on he was very alert to the fact that she wanted to kill him.
What if there is a way to die called suffocation?
Chen Ying had no idea how presumptuous the gaze behind her was, scanning her from head to toe, outlining her outline.
If human sight is a substance, then her whole body was caressed by him, lingering on certain places, caressing them repeatedly, and then he opened his mouth and ate her up.
She would never mistake it for a gentle gaze.
Unfortunately, she was unaware of it.
The two of them were silent for a long time, so long that she felt a little uncomfortable and was about to turn around to look at him.
He quickly leaned forward, changed his face, and begged, "Am, I was wrong, please don't ignore me."
Chen Ying murmured, "Well, be better next time."
He stood up: "Then I'll go buy you some snacks."
She didn't refuse.
She watched him leave. When he walked out of the door, he was wearing a green long gown. This kind of material was very common for ordinary people, but it made him look very ostentatious.
Later, he bought some snacks and put them on the table. They sat opposite each other. She ate the snacks while looking through the pulse case, and he took out a book to read. The atmosphere was harmonious for a while.
Until he slowly spoke.
"I can't not go to the martial arts arena."
Chen Ying paused and looked up at him. Her gaze was cold, yet left room for him to explain.
Chen Jinshi found it difficult to describe that look, and even today, he still couldn't completely withstand it.
"Emm, this is my nature."
She lowered her eyes, picked up the teacup and took a sip. Her silence made him flustered.
"In three days I will be competing with Black Iron. This was agreed upon two years ago. Am, can you come and watch?"
She finally looked up at him again, and his heart was beating like a drum.
Although he had made up his mind long ago, no one could change his mind.
But he was afraid of her indifference.
The few moments of her silence were the longest in his life.
"Why do you have to go? You know very well that you will never be a man like your father in this life." She finally spoke, stroking her fingertips on the rim of the cup.
This was the first time she had said something like this to him, something that had frustrated him.
The cold words pierced his heart; this was his retribution.
"Because, Am, you saw Xie Qingyue's muscles and body."
Chen Ying was stunned: "What is the connection between these two things?" How did he know what she saw.
Chen Jinshi added: "Chen Jinxing can often help you..."
Chen Ying roughly understood.
She raised her eyes and looked at him seriously: "Chen Jinshi, you don't have to compare yourself with anyone."
Chen Jinshi questioned: "Is there no need to compete, or is it that we can't compete?"
Those eyes, sparkling with a strange luster, were always looking at her.
If she answered incorrectly, or didn't coax him well...
"You are very good-looking, much more handsome than your brother, especially your arms and legs, which are very long and slender..."
He turned his head away, gradually retreating under her gaze, his neck and ears red.
"Really?"
She laughed. It was he who insisted on asking her. After she told him, he felt embarrassed.
The more she smiled, the more his eyes, which had been staring at her closely just now, withdrew and he turned his head to look elsewhere.
She added, "I will go to watch you compete with Black Iron, but after this, you must return to the academy and study hard."
Chen Jinshi looked up and met her eyes. She smiled, her eyes warm and gentle, wrapping around him.
He felt a slight itch spreading from his heart to his ears. He no longer dared to look at her directly. He lowered his head and his eyes fell on her chest. While avoiding her gaze, he wanted to find something to bury himself in.
The Chen family removed the white banners and returned to normal life. As they were a business family, it was impossible for them to really observe a three-year mourning period.
Chen Ying has contacted several ladies and has visited each of them one by one in her free time these past two days. She has now arranged a marriage for Chen Jinxing, and he will get married in three years.
During dinner, she asked Chen Jinxing about his intentions, and Chen Jinxing just said that he would listen to her.
Chen Ying also had some considerations in mind. In addition to being a good match, the other party must also be a good housekeeper who can support the family.
Not to mention that there is no elder in the first house now, the old lady above is still there, and there is also a second wife who always likes to stir up trouble, and the younger brother-in-law Chen Jinshi is very difficult to manage. If a woman with ordinary means marries in, I am afraid she will not be able to handle the family affairs.
As for the sister-in-law Chen Jinyun, she is considerate and well-behaved, which is a plus point in Chen Jinxing's marriage.
That day, after inspecting the shop, Chen Ying returned to the mansion and tidied up the garden that had not been taken care of for a long time. She looked at each branch carefully and cut off the branches one by one with scissors. Chen Xing's wife was sweeping the fallen leaves and flowers with a broom.
Chen Jinxing came back from the academy. He was a serious-looking man. Seeing her busy in the garden, he walked over and patted her shoulder.
Chen Ying frowned and turned back: "What?"
"Don't forget tomorrow at twilight hour."
She turned back to continue pruning the branches and said calmly, "I understand."
Seeing her squatting in the flower garden, Chen Jinshi went over and squatted beside her.
"Don't you have anything to tell me?"
Chen Ying gathered a few branches to assess their height. "Whether we win or lose, life is the most important thing."
"No, I'll win even if I die."
He supported his head with one hand and looked at her with a tilted look, provocative.
Chen Ying's expression changed, and she reached out to pinch his cheek: "You dare."
He held her hand and said with a flattering smile: "I was wrong, I was wrong, what I meant was that I will definitely win."
She saw him grinning, revealing eight white teeth, and rolled her eyes at him unhappily. She stood up, picked up the scissors and went back to her room.
Chen Jinshi quickly followed: "Am, Am, wait for me."
She entered the room and was about to close the door, but he leaned against the door frame, unmoving.
She pushed him twice, and his flesh was as hard as iron. She warned him, "Chen Jinshi, what are you going to do?"
"Why are you so cold to me today?"
She thought about arranging a marriage for Chen Jinxing. The more she thought about it, the more angry she became with Chen Jinxing. Wasn't she just being cold to him?
Now that she was asked, she felt guilty, so Chen Jinshi took the opportunity to slip away and enter her room.
He sat in her chair, drank tea from her cup, and wiped his mouth with her handkerchief.
Chen Ying was not surprised and brought out some pastries from the house for him to eat.
"Eat slowly, why are you in such a hurry?"
He held the osmanthus cake in one hand, crossed his legs, and put it into his mouth leisurely.
She realized that she shouldn't be cold to him, and Chen Jinshi did nothing wrong.
So she said to him gently: "It's raining today, are you cold?"
Chen Jinshi shook his head: "I'm in good health, not cold at all."
She wiped the crumbs from the corner of his mouth with her handkerchief.
He suddenly said, "Amu, you haven't made clothes for me to wear in a long time."
Chen Ying shook her head: "I don't have the time to do it for you. Just be good and wait for Jin Xing... That's all. You are almost old enough to get married, and when the time comes, someone will naturally do it for you."
He grabbed her hand and said, "How can what others do be the same as what you do?"
"What's the difference?"
She tilted her head and asked him, her voice gentle to the extreme, and her gaze that could completely envelop him, just like when he was a child sleeping in her quilt, buried in her chest.
How can she be so gentle?
His heart softened, and his teeth slowed down while chewing the snacks.
"Mother."
He murmured.
"Um?"
The voice was too soft for her to hear clearly.
She reached out again to wipe the crumbs from the corner of his mouth, doing the same action she had done thousands of times, skillfully and naturally.
The more gentle she was, the more anger rose in his heart. He wondered if her gentle lips could hold him.
Opening and closing, what are you talking about?
He stuck out the tip of his tongue and licked the corner of her mouth. She just lowered her head and withdrew her hand.
…
The setting sun dyed the loess into crimson, and the evening wind blew up sand and gravel, which hit the ground with crackling sounds.
Chen Ying was accompanied by Wang'er. They set up an umbrella on the flat ground outside the sand field, and set up tables and chairs and refreshments.
Wang Er asked her to sit down: "Miss, this was all prepared by our young master himself."
Chen Ying nodded and looked up, but she couldn't see Chen Jinshi.
She asked again: "Which one is black iron?"
Wang'er pointed tremblingly at the man in the middle of the field who looked like an iron ore and had just drunk a jar of liquor.
Heitie poured a jar of wine into his mouth and threw it away. The jar smashed into pieces on the ground with a "crack" sound.
His skin was dark brown, his muscles were knotty and spread out in a ferocious manner, the veins on his neck were like the roots of an old tree, beating with his heavy breathing, his back was broad enough for a horse to run on, and the knuckles of his hand holding the hilt of the knife were so thick that they looked harder than iron armor.
Chen Ying took a breath.
Even Wang'er, who was used to seeing his young master fighting, trembled when he saw Heitie. He also saw Miss Shen's hand holding the teacup trembling slightly, even though she pretended to be calm.
"You mean, Chen Jinshi wants to fight him?"
Wang Er nodded: "Yes, Miss Shen, how about you go and say hello to Heitie and ask him to be gentler later."
The game was arranged privately by Chen Jinshi, just as the child was ignorant. As an elder, Chen Ying had the right to ask Heitie to give him some slack, so today's game was just a way to coax the child.
This is the truth, but the premise is that we have to put Chen Jinshi’s dignity aside.
Chen Ying shook her head: "Wang'er, a duel is a duel, there's no such thing as letting someone win."
Wang Er was also worried about his young master's safety, his eyes and nose wrinkled together: "Dignity is more important or life is more important..."
Chen Ying smiled and said, "When necessary, he will know how to admit defeat. I must not say it for him. If I go to greet Heitie in advance, even if he doesn't bear a grudge against me, even if he wins, he will regret it for the rest of his life."
Chen Jinshi came out. Chen Ying frowned and looked at him. When he saw her, his eyes lit up and his gaze shot straight at her like a flaming arrow.
She was stunned, holding her chest in a daze.
He stood far away, his chest rising and falling slightly, like a little leopard that had accumulated enough strength.
Chen Ying's gaze shifted between him and Heitie. She opened her mouth but ultimately said nothing.
He really looked like he could be easily picked up by Kurogane.
One is a black bear and the other is a white rabbit.
Is it possible?
She was stunned when Chen Jinshi suddenly turned around, stood with his back to her, and took off his shirt.
The collar was slung from his shoulders to his waist. His skin was pale, and the muscles on his shoulder blades bulged with movement, revealing a brute force that could overturn anything at any time.
She opened her lips slightly, and when he turned around, she saw his firm and tight waist and abdomen, with the muscles of his waistline stretched to the perfect degree.
It is neither as terrifying and rough as black iron, nor as rough and unpolished as unpolished iron.
He smiled slyly at her, the light in his eyes growing brighter and more smug.
Chen Ying understood some of it:
He is no longer the annoying and trouble-making kid, he is a strong and powerful man.
And she has tight and graceful arms, waist and abdomen, and perfectly textured shoulders and back.
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