Chapter 142: Abstinence and the Ultimate Widow
The father and son accompanied Shihuai to finish the final work and stayed in Guangnan for about another week.
Every day at 5:30 in the afternoon, the two of them would come to Buque Zongzhong to pick up Shihuai from get off work.
They would basically go to wait for Shi Huai half an hour in advance. From now on, the entire Buque Sect would belong to Shi Huai. The two overlords, one big and one small, were not polite either. Once they arrived at Buque Sect, it was like they were back home.
Zhou Jibai was lazy to the core. As soon as he saw the sofa, he started to lie down on it and put a piece of newspaper on his face to block the sunlight.
Put little Jian on the ground, and some of his grandparents, uncles and aunts will come to play with him.
When the people of Buque Sect knew that Ji'an was Shihuai's son, they all loved him very much.
When Shi Huai was young, his grandfather and his mother often brought him to the Buque Sect with them. Shi Huai was raised by the elders of the Buque Sect. Now that Shi Huai has given birth to a child, they naturally love him as well.
They liked to take Ji'an to the desk for practicing calligraphy, where pens, ink, paper and inkstone were neatly arranged. Little Ji'an would reach out and grab the brush.
During the one-year-old birthday party in Ji'an, he picked up a purple-hair brush from a pile of objects, held it tightly in his hand, and then held it high above his head and grinned at everyone.
Everyone laughed and said that Ji'an took after his deceased ancestor and loved calligraphy.
This scene brought tears to Mrs. Zhou's eyes. She hugged Ji An in her arms and smiled while tears fell from her eyes.
In Buquezong, little Ji'an, who was not even as tall as the table, was taught to write calligraphy by holding his hands.
But little Jian didn't seem to have much patience for writing calligraphy. After scribbling on the rice paper for a while, he lost his patience and didn't want to stay in his grandfather's arms. He flapped his two short legs and wanted to come down to find his father.
At this time, Master Zhou Er was lying on the sofa, dozing. He could vaguely sense a little girl walking towards him, but he didn't pay attention to it. He didn't bother to look up and let Ji An tinker with it.
Suddenly, he felt his face wet, which startled Zhou Jibai so much that he woke up immediately and jumped up from the sofa.
He almost subconsciously reached out and, like grabbing a chick, lifted Jian off his body. "Are you peeing on your dad's face?"
Ji An looked at his father innocently with a face like a little cat, babbling something and shaking the brush in his hand that was still wet with ink and had not been washed.
Zhou Jibai subconsciously touched his face, and when he lowered his eyes, he saw the ink stains on his fingertips.
His temples were throbbing with anger, and he spoke out Ji'an's names in a cold and calm tone: "Zhou, Sui, Yu."
Zhou Suiyu kept flapping his brush in Zhou Jibai's hands, not believing he had done anything wrong. But he was afraid of Zhou Jibai's cold face. Hearing his father calling him by his full name, which was rare, he timidly dared not to fling the brush around anymore.
Zhou Jibai had a cold face and was about to take him to the bathroom to wash his face, but before they left the house, they ran into Shi Huai who came to look for them.
Shi Huai saw two very similar calico cat faces, one big and one small, and for a moment he couldn't hold back his laughter. He held onto the door frame and started laughing out loud.
Zhou Ji Bai Junrong, with a bit of helplessness, stuffed Ji An in his arms into Shi Huai's hands: "Your darling did a good thing."
After being put into his mother's arms, Ji'an was no longer afraid. He raised his head and looked at Zhou Jibai with his nose in a very arrogant manner.
"You've found a backer." Zhou Jibai sneered disdainfully.
Shi Huai hugged Ji An and did not forget to comfort Zhou Jibai: "I will wash your face later, don't be angry."
Zhou Jibai snorted, "That's almost right."
"Baby, you can't scribble on other people's faces with a brush, do you know?" Shi Huai educated Ji'an in a slightly serious tone, and touched Ji'an's forehead with his fingertips.
Ji An uttered a sound, thinking that his mother wanted to stick it on him, so he tilted his head and stuck the ink-stained thing on Shi Huai's fair and clean cheek.
Shi Huai: ...
Zhou Jibai pursed his lips and tilted his head.
Shi Huai:!
"What are you laughing at!"
Zhou Jibai hugged Shi Huai's slender waist, and the corners of his lips curled up: "A family should be neat and tidy."
The corners of Shi Huai's lips also rose for a moment, and then he stopped blaming Zhou Jibai for secretly making fun of him.
…
During their time in Guangnan, Ji'an slept in the same room with the two of them.
After enduring three months of dull life as a widow, Zhou Jibai could only secretly hold Shi Huai on his lap and kiss and touch him when Ji An went out to play with his ancestors.
After the family of three returned to Changjing, Zhou Jibai immediately handed Ji'an to the nanny, and then locked Shi Huai in the bedroom and kissed her.
Shi Huai couldn't resist and tried to say something, but Zhou Jibai blocked her lips. Except for the moment of breathing, she couldn't find any other time to speak.
Until Zhou Jibai took off his shirt and looked down at Shi Huai with narrowed eyes.
Shi Huai's chest rose and fell violently from his kisses, and her rosy face was as fresh and juicy as a newly ripe peach, so tempting that one couldn't help but want to take a bite.
Zhou Jibai leaned over and kissed Shi Huai's neck. As they were going down, Shi Huai suddenly reached out and covered his face with his hands.
"Um...I'm on my period."
Zhou Jibai paused slightly, and the kiss stopped with these words.
He sat up slowly and said in a low voice, "Why is it so many days earlier this time?"
Shi Huai lowered his head somewhat embarrassedly, looking at his shirt which had been mostly unbuttoned by Zhou Jibai: "I don't know either."
Looking at Zhou Jibai's naked upper body, Shi Huai gently wrapped her slender arms around his thin waist and rested her head on his shoulder. She couldn't tell whether it was her face or Zhou Jibai's skin that was burning.
Zhou Jibai pursed his lips, tilted his head and kissed her forehead, "I'm going to take a shower."
"I'll make it up to you next time."
Zhou Jibai chuckled softly, "What a beast! Are you so greedy for my body?"
Shi Huai ignored him and bit his collarbone hard.
Zhou Jibai didn't say anything, nor did he make any move to stop her, just letting her bite him.
As the lips parted, a neat circle of teeth marks became clearly visible.
"When did you change your race behind my back?"
"What?"
Zhou Jibai narrowed his eyes and glanced at the bright teeth marks on his collarbone. "Isn't this the way of cannibals?"
Shi Huai also followed his words, "Yes, yes, I want to eat people for a living! Your meat is too delicious, it seduces me! I want to eat you!"
After saying that, she hummed several times at his arms and neck.
Zhou Jibai clicked his tongue and still let her coquettishly leave her own mark on his body.
Zhou Jibai gave himself a day off tonight and reported to Shi Huai that he was going to play cards with He Yunxun and others.
He wore a black shirt on purpose, and unbuttoned a few buttons so that people could see the teeth marks on his collarbone.
When Zhou Jibai meets a few friends, he is usually the last one to show up. When everyone is present except him, he slowly leaves home.
Zhou Jibai became the focus as soon as he appeared, mainly because the teeth marks on his collarbone were so obvious that it was hard not to notice.
Ling Qingyu glanced at Shang Jue and stopped laughing, which was about to make fun of him.
He Yunxun also glanced at Shang Jue, whose face darkened.
Ever since little Zhou Er was born, several people had been unable to make an appointment to see Zhou Jibai. They had to go to his house and look for him, but Zhou Er rarely came out. He would just toss Ji An's bottle to them and treat them like babysitters.
This time they were talking about a group card game, and Shang Jue was also coming, so Zhou Er just responded and came over.
Wow, I didn’t expect this guy to be waiting here.
Everyone thought that if Shang Jue had not come and there was no game today, Master Zhou would probably find ways to get it from them.
"Hurry up, we're waiting for you, the ancestor." Ling Qingyu called out.
Several people play cards of all kinds for a while.
Ling Qingyu couldn't help it, threw a little three pieces of paper on the table, and said with a smile: "Sister-in-law has good teeth, she can bite you so thick-skinned."
Zhou Jibai half-closed his eyes and glanced at the playful Ling Qingyu. He sat in a sloppy manner, leaning his back lazily against the back of the sofa, "You don't understand because you don't have a wife."
After saying that, he also threw a small nine-piece card over.
Ling Qingyu was so angry that he wanted to throw the cards on the table and stop playing: "Damn it! It's your fault for the ginseng rooster!"
Ling Qingyu is not popular with women, and this is an open secret among his friends.
Most of the people who come to him are prostitutes, but these friends are all self-disciplined and have nothing to do with promiscuous sex lives.
During the time he was in school, Ling Qingyu dated several girls, sending them flowers, gifts and warmth for a whole year.
But then he turned around and found out that the girl was playing two men at the same time and taking advantage of him.
She accepted all the gifts and kissed him, saying that she only saw him as a close friend. This hurt Ling Qingyu so much that she didn't dare to fall in love for a long time.
He Yunxun laughed so hard he nearly fell off his chair. He casually tossed a jack and, seemingly coaxing Ling Qingyu, said, "How dare you talk like that, Tuesday! Don't you know single dogs are still dogs? Don't you know that protecting animals is everyone's responsibility?"
"Fuck your dad!" Ling Qingyu cursed.
Shang Jue didn't say anything, nor did he laugh, but silently played a small king.
Zhou Jibai raised his eyebrows and threw out a king.
Just when Shang Jue was about to drop a bomb, Zhou Jibai said lazily, "Did I let you play a card?"
Shang Jue raised his eyes.
Zhou Jibai threw out all the cards in his hand slowly and calmly.
AAAKKK, another king is added.
Including the king just now, the plane was equipped with wings and the flight took off.
Ling Qingyu's eyes widened. "Oh my god! Is this a violation of the Heavenly Law? He just played a small Joker card, and you have to use a plane with wings to beat him?"
Business Tips: ...
This dog Tuesday not only has good card playing skills, but also has ridiculously good luck.
The game had just started for a short while, and he ended it so easily and without any feeling.
He Yunxun couldn't stop laughing and patted Shang Jue's shoulder as a comfort.
Shang Jue couldn't help but laugh, pretending to be relaxed and saying, "You're still so serious."
Zhou Jibai glanced up at him and said indifferently, "I'm trying to earn some money to buy my wife some new clothes, and also to buy some milk powder for my son. How can you call me serious?"
After saying that, he swiped the cards quickly.
Business tips:.
Another round ends.
Everyone saw it. Zhou Ji and Bai Chunchun caught Shang Jue and tortured him alone. It was a bloody storm. If Shang Jue wasn't rich, he would have been tortured to the point of vomiting blood and walked back home naked.
Shang Jue smiled helplessly: "Just think of it as buying milk powder for my nephew."
Zhou Jibai: "You didn't even give me a gift, yet you still call me nephew so affectionately."
“Yes.”
Ling Qingyu coughed lightly and said, "I'll testify! He gave it to me. He hid in his bed crying alone during the Hundred Days Banquet and asked me to bring the gift to you."
Shang Jue rolled his eyes speechlessly at Ling Qingyu, "I happened to be on a business trip abroad that day and couldn't get away."
"Come on." He Yunxun sneered.
Zhou Jibai: "I didn't see it, so I didn't give it to you."
"Hey, how can you be so domineering?" Ling Qingyu sighed, lamenting that Zhou Jibai was so shameless and awesome.
Shang Jue had anticipated this, and the corners of his lips curled up slightly. "What I asked you to give is the gift money for Ji'an's hundred-day banquet. I will transfer the meeting gift to Shi Huai privately."
Everyone looked up at Shang Jue.
Shang Jue smiled, "Didn't Shi Huai tell you?"
Zhou Jibai's expression remained calm as he magnanimously admitted, "I didn't say that."
"Because in my family, my wife manages the money. A good husband doesn't ask about his wife's money."
Home, wife.
These three words are enough to completely defeat Shang Jue.
Shang Jue didn't say anything.
Zhou Jibai took out his cell phone. Shang Jue was sitting next to Zhou Jibai and could just see his cell phone screensaver at a glance.
Zhou Jibai's phone lock screen is very eye-catching. It is the sixteen-year-old Shi Huai, with a pure face and the tenderness of a girl. She is wearing a pure white ballet costume and facing the camera.
At that time, she was working as a part-time model and had many photo shoots.
Shang Jue remembered this photo, which was taken when he accompanied Shi Huai to the photo studio.
Zhou Jibai opened his phone again, and the wallpaper inside was a photo of their family of three.
Zhou Jibai was wearing a black new Chinese-style outfit and holding Ji'an. Shihuai was standing beside him in a well-fitting magnolia-white cheongsam.
Shang Jue turned his face away and stopped looking.
Zhou Jibai glanced at Shang Jue's gloomy face casually, and the corners of his lips curled up.
…
It was already early morning when I got home after playing cards, and Shi Huai had already fallen into a sound sleep.
Today, Ji'an slept in the baby room, and Shihuai enjoyed the big bed alone for the first time in a long time.
While half asleep, Shi Huai felt her face, lips, and neck itch. In her dream, she was playing with a big golden retriever and thought it was the dog licking her.
She subconsciously reached out and pushed away the person on top of her, muttering, "Bad dog."
Zhou Jibai laughed out loud, his eyes falling on the phone beside Shi Huai's pillow.
He took the phone in his hand and stared at her phone screen with sinister eyes.
Then swipe and enter the password.
Shi Huai's mobile phone password is the date he proposed to her.
When he was about to type the last word, Zhou Jibai heard a humming sound from the bed. He must have kissed her too hard just now, which drove away a lot of her sleepiness.
Zhou Jibai stopped entering the password, sighed lightly, and put the phone back in its place.
He will believe Shi Huai unconditionally.
Zhou Jibai kissed Shi Huai's eyebrows and eyes: "I'm back."
Shi Huai heard the familiar voice and opened his sleepy eyes sleepily. He subconsciously hugged Zhou Jibai's neck and kissed the corner of Zhou Jibai's lips with his warm lips: "Go to sleep."
"good."
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