Chapter 11 Indulging Your Arrogance and Scumbag Face
As Xie Qingci entered the entrance hall, she ran into Zhou Mingzhen, who was coming downstairs to get water.
Hearing the door open, Zhou Mingzhen, who was about to go upstairs, stopped and glanced at it from the side.
Seeing Xie Qingci walk in from the entrance hall, holding a bouquet of flowers, she was first surprised and asked, "Honey, why are you back today?"
I haven't heard anything about them coming back today.
Xie Qingci smiled and put the flowers in her hand on the table. "I missed you."
Zhou Mingzhen pulled her bathrobe tighter and walked over. She glanced at the flowers on the table and suddenly remembered what day it was. "Going out on a date?"
Xie Qingci lowered her head to unwrap the flowers, intending to put them in a vase. She thought they could last a few more days, and responded in a low voice, "Mm."
Zhou Mingzhen smiled and glanced at her, then looked at the flowers in front of her. "You have good taste."
Xie Qingci was puzzled and looked up at her, "What do you mean by 'good taste'?"
Zhou Mingzhen pointed to the flowers on the table, "The person who bought the flowers has good taste."
After hearing the teasing tone in the words, Xie Qingci's face flushed slightly, and she muttered, "What is that?"
Not wanting to stand there under Ms. Zhou's blatant gaze, I went to get a vase and put the flowers I had taken out into it.
"So, you think it's enough for me to say he has bad taste?" Zhou Mingzhen looked at her and laughed.
Ms. Zhou was always good at setting traps for her, but Xie Qingci didn't talk to her. "Anyway, her decision to marry me was a good one."
Zhou Mingzhen laughed and said that she had learned her lesson.
She raised her chin in response and said with a smile, "You've learned your lesson, you're the wiser one."
After laughing, she suddenly remembered her weekend plans. "Liang Jingzhuo said he'd come over to our house this weekend."
Zhou Mingzhen was taken aback. "The weekend? The day after tomorrow?"
Xie Qingci thought for a moment, "It should be."
Today is Friday. If he were coming on Saturday, he would have just said tomorrow.
Zhou Mingzhen immediately stood up straight. "Oh, then I'll have to go with Aunt Luo tomorrow to see what we need to prepare."
After saying that, she remembered something more important, "I also need to talk to your dad and tell him not to give him the cold shoulder all the time!"
It's his first time visiting, and as the old saying goes, you can't hit a smiling face, especially since he's your son-in-law.
Xie Qingci recalled that when she got off the bus, Liang Jingzhuo told her that he did not advocate solving problems with violence.
It has a kind of inexplicable humor and comedy.
She smiled and said, "I need to talk to Dad about that."
She poured some water into the vase and looked at the brightly blooming flowers in front of her. Suddenly, she realized she didn't know what the flower was called, so she took out her phone, snapped a picture, and went to use an image recognition app.
After a while, the search page loaded and gave the correct answer—"Cute Porcelain," a gardening variant of the rose.
Zhou Mingzhen suddenly seemed to remember something and chuckled. Xie Qingci put down her phone and looked over. "What are you laughing at?"
Zhou Mingzhen leaned against the table. "That day, I had afternoon tea with your Aunt Wen, and I showed her Jingzhuo's picture. Guess what she said?"
Aunt Wen is Ms. Zhou's close friend of many years. The two have been playing together since before they got married and can talk about anything.
Xie Qingci asked, "What did you say?"
As if recalling something amusing, Zhou Mingzhen laughed heartily, "I was talking about how I ended up with a son-in-law who has the face of a scumbag."
When Xie Qingci recalled the day they first met, her first reaction was the same: she felt he didn't seem like someone who had never been in a relationship, at least not from his face.
She laughed but didn't say anything.
Her phone vibrated on the table, and she picked it up to take a look.
It was Liang Jingzhuo who told her he had arrived home.
She unlocked the screen and replied: 【Okay.】
Just as she was about to put her phone down, her palm vibrated again, and she looked down at it.
Liang Jingzhuo: [I feel pretty good.]
The sentence was so abrupt and unclear that Xie Qingci didn't understand what it meant. She asked, "What?"
Three seconds later, a new little speech bubble popped up: 【Holding your hand.】
"..."
Xie Qingci felt a warmth spread through her ears, and she could already picture him sending her a serious message.
Should I say...thank you?
Liang Jingzhuo: [No need, it's my pleasure.]
"..."
I'm thinking of blocking them.
-
When Liang Jingzhuo returned to Fushun Hutong, Aunt Wen and Uncle Zhong had already finished tidying up the master bedroom. He changed into his bathrobe and sent a message to Xie Qingci to tell her that he had arrived home.
The chat should have ended there, but a warm, soft touch suddenly surfaced in his palm. He paused for a moment before sending her the next message.
Upon seeing her reply, a slight smile involuntarily appeared on my lips, and I teased her a little.
As expected, she didn't reply to him.
He sent her a message as usual: "Goodnight."
Fortunately, it didn't display a red exclamation mark or require friend verification.
A moment later, the same message, "Goodnight," appeared in the chat box. He put down his phone and prepared to go to sleep.
After lying in bed, I suddenly felt like I could smell a faint, jasmine-like fragrance, but I didn't have any cleaning products with that scent at home.
He frowned slightly, opened his eyes, paused for a moment, as if remembering something, and raised his sleeve to smell it.
A very faint, pleasant fragrance, consistent with the scent that kept wafting into his nostrils.
He paused slightly, sat up, and glanced at the design of the collar.
It's the one Xie Qingci wore.
Actually, that's not entirely accurate. The one she was wearing earlier was the one he usually wore.
He had spare robes, two similar in style, with only slight differences in the neckline design.
When he first picked up the bathrobe that Uncle Zhong had given him, he thought it was his own and hadn't dried yet, so he gave him this new one as a spare.
It wasn't until I saw the same item on Xie Qingci that I realized Uncle Zhong might have taken the wrong one.
But it's harmless; there's nothing wrong with her wearing his clothes.
only--
He glanced down at his bathrobe again.
I got up and went to the dressing room to change.
As the clothes were changed, the delicate fragrance that had been wafting through my nostrils finally disappeared.
As my thoughts wandered, certain fragments suddenly flashed through my mind.
Beneath the loosely tied neckline, a faint, luminous white curve was visible.
Upon realizing what he was recalling, he suddenly froze, immediately pulling his thoughts away and cutting off all images.
This is disrespectful to girls and is extremely vulgar.
He pursed his lips, turned around, and walked back into his room.
-
The next morning, Ms. Zhou called Ms. Zhuang to ask about Liang Jingzhuo's taste preferences and whether there was anything he particularly liked, so that she could prepare in advance.
Upon hearing this, Ms. Zhuang exclaimed, "That little rascal has finally figured it out! He knows he should visit his future mother-in-law!"
She didn't even take her beauty sleep, and was laughing heartily while holding her phone, which attracted frequent glances from Liang Junshi, who was reading the morning paper next to her.
"No, no, he eats whatever I make. That brat isn't picky at all. If he complains about this or that, just tell me, and I'll scold him when I get back!"
Zhou Mingzhen laughed upon hearing this, "That won't do. It's the first time you've come to our house for dinner, so we should prepare something that suits your taste."
Hearing Zhou Mingzhen's somewhat satisfied attitude, Zhuang Shuying was even happier and casually mentioned a few dishes that Liang Jingzhuo's family chef often made when he was in Hong Kong.
These are all relatively simple dishes and not difficult to make.
Zhou Mingzhen replied, "Okay, I'm at the supermarket with the housekeeper right now. I'll look around and buy some other things, then I won't bother you any longer."
Zhuang Shuying readily agreed, telling her not to make a big fuss and not to take her son-in-law too seriously.
Liang Junshi, standing to the side, rolled his eyes so hard they almost reached the sky.
After hanging up the phone in high spirits, Zhuang Shuying felt very relaxed and decided to go out and play a few rounds of tennis later, as she hadn't exercised in a long time.
Liang Junshi glanced at her. "Don't you mind the sun today?"
Ms. Zhuang, who automatically activates whitening and sun protection in the summer, surprisingly decided to go out for exercise today.
Zhuang Shuying hummed a song as she got out of bed, rolled her eyes at him, and said, "What do you know? I'm happy that your son has finally figured things out."
This blockhead has finally come up with something interesting; it's quite rare.
As I walked to the dressing table to prepare for my skincare routine, I suddenly remembered something else. "Hey? Do you think I should go see Master Yun to calculate the wedding date?"
The date Liang Jingzhuo and Xie Qingci registered their marriage was chosen by Master Yun, whom Zhuang Shuying consulted. He said it was an auspicious day with favorable timing, location, and human relationships.
Liang Junshi closed the morning paper, picked up his suit jacket from the hanger and put it on. "I should ask Jingzhuo and the Xie family girl what they think first."
After saying that, he glanced at the person sitting in front of the dressing table, "How do you know this kid can get past Xie Mulin?"
Speaking of this, Zhuang Shuying smiled, stood up and came over to help Liang Junshi straighten his tie. "As long as you two don't meet, Jingzhuo should be fine."
How can the grudges of the previous generation affect the next?
Liang Junshi snorted, ignored her, put on his cufflinks, and turned to walk out of the room.
Zhuang Shuying glanced at the retreating figure as he walked out of the room, then clicked her tongue in exasperation and disdain. "Is this ever going to end? It's been so many years, can't you just sit down and have a proper chat with Mu Lin?"
A very faint and indifferent voice came from outside the door: "No."
Zhuang Shuying didn't want to waste her breath talking anymore, so she sat back down at the dressing table.
Regardless, she's happy enough that her little rascal has finally figured things out; she's going to go shopping today.
Yes, let's go shopping and buy some wedding gifts for Xiao Ci.
Next month, the two children will be coming to Hong Kong Island to register their marriage. It will be their first visit, so she should prepare some gifts.
-
Xie Qingci had seen Ms. Zhou busy inside and out since Saturday morning. As soon as she took a break, she remembered that there was something she hadn't finished, so she got up and went to take care of it.
Like a spinning top, it just won't stop.
Xie Mulin sat on the sofa the whole time, holding a newspaper. It was unclear whether he was actually reading it or not. Every now and then, he would let out a cold snort, expressing his dissatisfaction with Ms. Zhou's high regard for him.
Xie Qingci sat quietly to one side eating candied fruit, not daring to express any personal opinion, for fear of offending someone.
That evening, Liang Jingzhuo sent her a list of gifts he planned to bring when he visited the next day—a full page of gift lists.
Hsieh Ching-Tzu asked him, "Are you moving?"
He replied, "No, I'm wondering if I should add some more gifts for tomorrow?"
"..." Xie Qingci immediately called for a stop, "[No, that's enough.]"
There are so many, it would probably be quite a task for Comrade Xie to throw them away.
He respected her opinion and replied, "Okay."
After a moment of silence, Liang Jingzhuo sent another message: "Did you like yesterday's gift?"
Xie Qingci paused for a moment, remembering the gift he had given her during dinner yesterday.
She replied: "It's beautiful, thank you."
She only opened it yesterday after she got back. It was a necklace, a diamond-encrusted aquamarine necklace. It wasn't a very flashy design, but it was delicate and beautiful.
Liang Jingzhuo considered it for a long time when choosing a gift, and finally saw this one on SA's recommendation.
Like a tidal coastline under a clear blue sky, with a gentle and refreshing feel, it suits her perfectly.
He replied calmly, "Hmm."
Before ending their chat and saying goodnight, Xie Qingci hesitated for a moment and asked him, "Are you nervous?"
After asking the question, she felt it was unnecessary. Why would he be nervous? He had seen far more business situations.
The chat window paused for a few seconds before Liang Jingzhuo's reply appeared: "Actually, there is a little."
Xie Qingci looked at the reply, paused for a moment, and then smiled slightly.
A moment later, a new message arrived: "But you don't have to be so nervous."
Xie Qingci's smile faded. "What?"
The other person typed for a while and then sent a message: "If my father-in-law doesn't beat me."
A note from the author:
----------------------
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
