Chapter 115 Extra-4
The yard was covered with a thick layer of snow.
Ten minutes after taking the allergy medication, the red bumps behind Li Mushi's ears began to subside.
Jingge was relieved, but seeing his innocent face made her want to get angry, and she couldn't help but punch him.
The man smiled and gently cupped her small fist in his palm.
Jingge was angry for a while, then leaned in to kiss him and blew on his healed skin: "You can't do this."
Li Mushi's heart softened, and he let her sit in his lap: "Okay, I promise I won't do it again."
Recalling his mindless and willful temper just now, Jing Ge felt a sense of shame belatedly. His face flushed, and he whispered, "Did I scare you? I'm not usually this fierce."
“…” Li Mushi chuckled softly, “Of course not, I’m not happy.”
His wife was so worried about him that she even forgot her phobia of those elders. How worried she must be.
Jingge looked up in his arms.
The man lowered his eyes and kissed her lips.
Sheng Man stayed by the old lady's side, secretly glancing at the young couple in the living room, still feeling lingering fear: "I was the one who almost got scolded."
Luckily, she married Li Mushi.
"..." The old lady suffered a heart attack. "You're happy it's me?"
Sheng Man: "".
After a brief pause, Sheng Man stood up and handed a large bag to Li Ying: "Here, return this to your... aunt."
Li Ying didn't know what it was, but she obediently carried the bag to the living room and handed it to the two people sitting on the sofa.
Li Mushi took it, pried open the bag with his fingertips, and glanced inside.
These are items that Jing Ge left behind at the Li family's residence.
Li Ying was dizzy: "My brother's figurine cabinet was gnawed by mice, so my parents helped him clean it up."
He sorted out many things that Jing Ge had given him.
There are birthday gifts every year, special holiday gifts, and items she makes for him on a whim.
Examples include handmade purses, crookedly embroidered cross-stitch pieces, and clay sculptures.
After all, we've been childhood sweethearts for twenty years, and if we just casually collect one item each year, it adds up to quite a lot now.
It wouldn't be appropriate to keep these things in the figurine cabinet any longer, and for the sake of keeping things neat and tidy, Sheng Man decided to put them away and let Jing Ge handle them himself.
Jing Ge: "Just throw it away."
Li Mushi tied the bag shut and said calmly, "What are you throwing away? Put it with your diary."
"......"
You bastard!
“I’ll keep them for you,” Li Mushi glanced at her, his expression unreadable, making it impossible to discern his true feelings. “You made them all yourself.”
Jingge pinched his cheek: "Give me back my diary!"
Li Mushi: "I'm afraid you'll destroy the evidence, so I'll help you preserve it."
Jingge was utterly speechless.
She was determined to destroy the evidence, but how could she destroy it if he hid it?
The thought that he had something on her made her sleep with her eyes open.
Jingge pleaded with him, "Please give it back to me, okay?"
Li Mushi pinched her ear: "I'm not laughing at you."
"real?"
"Um."
"Will you feel bad?"
“It’s alright,” Li Mushi said. “If you don’t think too much about it, you can still see what someone your age would be like from these things.”
He liked it very much.
He could discern some aspects of her personality that she had never shown to him when she was younger.
Li Mushi didn't like to dwell on details; he only collected information that was beneficial to him, such as when his wife learned to sculpt clay and that she used to be able to do cross-stitch.
The snow fell heavier and heavier, the rustling sound reaching my ears.
Jing Ge was quiet for a while, then suddenly climbed out of his arms: "I'm not playing with you anymore."
"..." Li Mushi's brow twitched, and he grabbed her. "What's wrong?"
Jing Ge pulled his hand away with a stern face.
Li Mushi did not relax.
Jingge didn't tell him.
It's hard to talk about.
I'm afraid he'll take it to heart, yet I'm also afraid he won't.
He is always calm, strategic, and never gets angry or loses his temper. He is emotionally stable and can remain unfazed even if the sky falls.
Jingge doesn't like being forced... she doesn't know what she wants either.
“I’m going to keep Mom and my two sisters-in-law company,” Jingge said. “You go with your brother.”
After saying that, he walked away with a cold look on his face.
Li Mushi paused for a moment, then looked at Li Ying.
The little girl, slightly drunk, said, "Why are you looking at me!"
Li Mushi: "Want to go to Africa?"
Li Ying cried out, "Sister!!!"
Li Mushi covered her mouth and emphasized, "She's not your older sister, she's my wife. What's your uncle's wife called?"
Li Ying sobbed.
Li Mushi let go.
Li Ying immediately said, "She's my sister-in-law..."
Li Mushi stood up and picked her up like a cat: "Stop dreaming. The day your aunt said she liked me, no one will be able to take her from me anymore."
Does he eat vegetarian food?
Li Ying struggled and screamed.
Li Mushi tossed her to Sheng Man, his gaze lingering on Jing Ge.
The old lady waved her hand: "We women are just chatting, you can go away."
Li Mushi seemed to snort coldly, went to the kitchen, and brought a plate of fruit soaked in warm water to Jing Ge.
When he arrived, the group fell silent, and only started talking again after he left.
Li Mushi went to the living room again, grabbed a cushion, and stuffed it behind Jing Ge.
A group of people: "......"
Li Mushi went to the study again, got some light incense, lit it, and placed it next to Jing Ge.
For what seemed like the umpteenth time, Li Mushi brought over a cup of hot water and offered it to Jing Ge.
The old lady, unable to bear it any longer, said: "Princess, go ahead and play with your boyfriend."
Jing Ge: "......"
“Go ahead, go ahead,” Sheng Man chimed in. “You don’t like these topics, so hurry up and take the third brother away.”
They come and go here, and they can't even finish a single complete topic of conversation.
Jingge was both amused and exasperated.
Once they were far away, he started hitting Li Mushi: "What are you doing? Why are you so clingy!"
"Can't I be clingy with my wife?" Li Mushi said seriously. "Are you angry?"
Jingge, annoyed, said, "I'm not telling you."
Li Mushi aptly described it: "You annoy me."
"......"
"You think I'm clingy?" Li Mushi muttered to himself. "You think I'm boring? You think I'm too old? You think I..."
Jingge bristled and punched his arm with her little fist: "Don't make wild guesses, I don't mind!"
Li Mushi clearly did not believe it.
Before Jingge could add anything, the eldest grandson of the grandfather next door came over to deliver rice cakes, as a courtesy. Jingge happened to be standing at the door, so he simply accepted them.
"Thank you, Grandpa Wang and Grandma Wang," Jing Ge said politely. "Wait a moment, I'll bring you a plate of fried glutinous rice balls."
The young and cheerful male student said, "I want to eat red bean paste filling."
Jingge's eyes crinkled into a smile: "I'll pick one for you."
Before she could take a step, the plate in her hand suddenly changed position and ended up in Li Mushi's hands.
The man, expressionless, looked at the male college student: "Red Bean?"
"..." The boy had been afraid of him since he was a child, "Ah, ah."
Li Mushi: "Picky eater?"
Male: "."
Li Mushi glanced at him indifferently: "Eat whatever you have. Don't order your aunt around."
The boy almost cried.
When did he start ordering me around?
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