Chapter 65 Fortunately you don’t feel sorry for me
Shi Huai arrived at the ancestral hall smoothly.
What caught my eye was the scene of Zhou Jibai putting a pile of futons together and lying lazily on them to sleep.
Shi Huai: “…”
She just knew it.
In order to prevent Zhou Jibai from stealing food, the old lady had the offerings taken down from the stage. In order to prevent him from smoking in the ancestral hall, she even replaced the burning candles with electronic candles.
Zhou Jibai's cell phone was also taken away. Before he went in, the bodyguards searched him and took out his spare phones.
Without anything to entertain him, he could do nothing but sleep.
Shi Huai walked slowly closer and coughed lightly.
“Cough cough cough!”
Zhou Jibai, who was dozing on the futon, heard the sound, slowly opened his eyelids, and lazily looked towards Shi Huai's position.
"Why are you here?" He was still sleepy and his voice sounded a little hoarse.
He stood up while speaking.
Shi Huai walked up to Zhou Jibai and said, "I have already repaired the painting."
"You've come to save your husband with a golden ticket to immortality?"
Shi Huai nodded, but then sighed softly: "But grandma won't let me go in to find her."
Zhou Jibai: "Then let's look for it tomorrow. Eat well and sleep well first."
Shi Huai was amused by Zhou Jibai's casual and leisurely personality.
As she was laughing, she looked up slightly and saw the swelling on Zhou Jibai's forehead.
Shi Huai asked in surprise: "What's going on?"
Zhou Jibai subconsciously raised his hand and gently touched the bump on his forehead. As soon as his fingertips touched it, the pain made him gasp.
Shi Huai's heart tightened for a moment as he cried out in pain. She quickly moved closer to Zhou Jibai and asked nervously, "Does it hurt a lot?"
"Yeah, it hurts." Zhou Jibai hummed softly, and the two short words seemed to contain a lot of grievances.
"I'll have someone bring the medicine box over."
Having said that, Shi Huai was about to turn around.
As soon as she took a step, Zhou Jibai easily pulled her into his arms.
Zhou Jibai hugged her from behind and gently rested her chin on Shi Huai's shoulder, "No, it won't hurt if you kiss me."
Shi Huai: "My mouth isn't an anesthetic, how can kissing you have a pain-relieving effect?"
"How do you know if there is any if you don't kiss it?" Zhou Jibai teased her.
Shi Huai knew that Zhou Jibai was not a good person. She turned around slightly to face Zhou Jibai, and her beautiful, watery round eyes stared straight at Zhou Jibai's forehead.
The swelling wasn't too big, but it was quite noticeable. The purple hue was enough to make one's heart ache just by looking at it.
Shi Huai lowered his eyes: "It's my fault that I hurt you——"
Before she could finish her words, Zhou Jibai covered her lips in time, preventing her from making any sound.
"You will always be the best to me." Zhou Jibai lowered his head and made eye contact with her.
The words, as sweet as honey, made Shi Huai's heart beat fast. His eyes flickered, and for a moment he didn't know what to say. His cheeks flushed with shyness, as pink as peach petals.
"If I can't even do this for you, what kind of man would I be? What kind of husband would I be?" Zhou Jibai said lazily, pinching Shi Huai's cheek. "Besides, helping grandma restore the original painting is already a great achievement. We all prosper together. I'll protect you well, and if the old lady is happy, she might even reward me with something."
Shi Huai curled his lips and muttered softly, "Are you protecting me just for grandma's sake?"
Zhou Jibai glanced down at her and said calmly, "I'm protecting you. Won't all the melons and dates in my hand be yours in the end?"
Shi Huai did not answer.
The pregnant woman didn't know whether she was upset by what she said. Zhou Jibai leaned over and said to Shi Huai: "My forehead hurts, kiss me quickly."
Shi Huai pursed his lips: "Do you think I'm a three-year-old child? If I kiss you, you won't feel any pain? I'd better go get you a medicine box."
"Tsk, can't there be a little romance between husband and wife?" Zhou Jibai raised his eyebrows slightly and spoke bluntly.
Shi Huai: ...
Seeing that Shi Huai still didn't speak, Zhou Jibai sighed again, "My head hurts."
"When grandma hit me with her phone, I was only thinking of you. Luckily I didn't let you out." Zhou Jibai's eyelashes trembled twice. "I was afraid that you would feel sad and guilty seeing me being bullied."
Shi Huai: ...
My conscience felt like it had been stabbed several times.
Zhou Jibai chuckled again: "But fortunately, America, you feel sorry for me and don't feel any psychological burden because of me."
Shi Huai:!!!
Shi Huai exploded. She put her arms around Zhou Jibai's neck, stood on tiptoe and kissed his wound lightly for a moment, "Who, who said I don't feel heartache!"
The moment the gentle touch touched the wound on his forehead, Zhou Jibai's eyes met, a smile appeared on the corner of his lips, and he pointed to the corner of his lips: "This is also where the old lady slapped you, it hurts too."
Shi Huai focused his attention on the corner of Zhou Jibai's lips. There didn't appear to be any signs of injury. But if this ancestor said there was, then maybe there was.
Shi Huai kissed the corner of his lips again, "I can kiss you, but you still have to see a doctor after leaving the ancestral hall."
"Okay, I'll do whatever you say." Zhou Jibai felt good after being kissed, so he was naturally in a good mood and listened to Shi Huai's instructions.
The young couple had not been affectionate for long when the door of the ancestral hall was suddenly opened.
The maid who served the old lady stood at the door, looking a little unhappy. "Second Young Master, Second Young Madam, the old lady has been complaining of dizziness and heartache since dinner, and she's lying in bed and can't get up. The family doctor is here, you should go and see him!"
Upon hearing that the old lady had suddenly fallen ill, Zhou Jibai and Shi Huai looked at each other.
The smile on his face faded little by little, replaced by a gloomy look.
The old lady is worried.
"You go to grandma first, I'll go to the study to get the painting." Shi Huai said to Zhou Jibai.
Zhou Jibai: "Grandma, if you see me at this critical moment, your condition will probably get worse. I will go with you to get the painting."
This is not an inappropriate joke, it is the truth. If the old lady lying in bed opened her eyes and saw her unfilial grandson, she would definitely roll her eyes and faint from anger.
"good."
…
Old Madam Zhou tightly grasped Ruoyu's hand, glaring fiercely at Zhou Xu, who was standing behind Ruoyu, and kept muttering, "Where's Zhou Jibai?"
"I've sent someone to the ancestral hall to inform the second brother." Zhou Xu replied.
Old Mrs. Zhou closed her eyes deeply and said, "If Zhou Jibai doesn't return the painting to me today, you will go and prepare my funeral now."
"Grandma! Don't say that." Ruoyu's eyes were filled with mist and her voice was choked with sobs.
Seeing the healthy old lady lying on the sickbed right after returning, Ruoyu felt guilty and distressed. She held Mrs. Zhou's hand, lowered her head and shed a few tears.
Grandma was one of the few people who treated her well. When Ruoyu heard that her grandma had offered to take charge of her funeral arrangements, her heart felt as if it was being tightly grasped by an invisible hand.
Old Madam Zhou caressed Ruoyu's head lovingly and said, "Be strong."
Ruoyu held back her tears. Her grandma was feeling so unwell right now, she had to be strong and not let her grandma worry about her all the time.
Zhou Xu took in his wife's tears. He walked slowly to Ruoyu, patted her slender shoulders twice, and motioned for her to stand up.
Ruoyu glanced reluctantly at the frail old lady lying on the bed and pretended to be calm, "Grandma, Zhou Xu and I will go find Ji Bai and the others. Please don't sleep yet."
The old lady didn't answer.
Just as Ruoyu finished speaking, the door opened.
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