Chapter 9 Chapter 9 "There are two, which one should I plug in?"...
Shi Jingzhou replied to her: "I won't burn it anymore."
Mi Yanyan flipped her hands a few times to release the fragrance, then put his warmth back on her forehead. After comparing, she murmured to herself, "It's about the same, yours is a little hotter."
He put down the bowl and relaxed his stiff shoulders.
At the end of the banquet, the final dessert arrived. Considering the elderly crowd, Zhang Qiaoshu had chosen a sweet soup instead of pastries. When it was served to Mi Yanyan, the waiter lifted the lid of the white bone china bowl. Soaked white fungus lay adorably beside the red dates, and she couldn't help but feel a tightness in her throat.
Every year, Grandpa and Grandma's birthday banquet ended with a white fungus, lotus seed, and red date soup, supposedly for good luck. Mi Yanyan's throat was irritated by the sight of it; she hated sticky things, including yam, okra, and natto. Not eating them was unethical, so she had her own way: saving the white fungus for last, stuffing it all in one gulp, then spitting it all out under the pretext of going to the bathroom.
It works every time.
I can only remember one time when a perfect plan was broken.
My aunt pretended to be surprised and said, "Oh, isn't this my sister-in-law's specialty?" She stared at the bowl and directed her words at Mi Wenzhong.
"Wen Zhong has been eating this for so many years, no wonder he's tired of it."
The air seemed to be still, and the bustling private room became extremely empty. The oxygen was rapidly compressed. Mi Yanyan couldn't help but grab the hem of her skirt tightly, and her nails dug into the tender flesh of her palms.
My aunt's sarcasm is not uncommon. At this time in the past, she would quickly be used as a shield by Zhang Qiaoshu and Mi Wenzhong, who would jokingly divert the conflict to themselves, saying things like being worried about work, being single, and so on.
Close your eyes, take a deep breath, and open them quickly.
I'm ready, come on.
Her cold hand was suddenly grasped, and she lowered her eyes in fear. Shi Jingzhou placed his large palm on her curled hand, silently prying open each finger, and then, with a little force, interlocked his fingers with hers.
Shi Jingzhou stood up quickly, and she was being led, so she could only follow him and watch him pick up the wine glass on the table and walk straight to her aunt.
There was a rare smile on his indifferent face. He raised his glass and said in a low voice, "Thank you for your care, aunt. This is for you." Then he tilted his head back and drank the wine in the glass.
Mi Yanyan breathed a sigh of relief. It turned out that he wanted to toast.
It's polite, but not necessary.
My aunt was visibly taken aback, then immediately put on her elder airs, took a sip of her drink, and stroked the large jade pendant around her neck. "You're welcome. I watched Yanyan grow up, and I worried about her a lot."
Mi Wenzhong looked at his son-in-law with a smile. Zhang Qiaoshu was still recovering from his last breath and was trying to use decades of cultivation to suppress the anger in his heart. He couldn't understand what Shi Jingzhou was doing.
Shi Jingzhou dropped his wine glass onto the edge of his aunt's table, and the two glasses collided with each other, making a crisp sound that was neither loud nor soft.
Mi Yanyan inexplicably felt a chill run through her body. When she looked to the side, Shi Jingzhou's smile had completely disappeared, replaced by bottomless dark eyes. He had an expressionless face, which gave the whole audience a direct blow.
"But my wife is not blind, so it's only natural that she doesn't like Mr. Cao that you introduced."
After saying that, he took Mi Yanyan to say goodbye to the old man, and the two of them left early.
He was tall and had long legs, and he walked very fast. Mi Yanyan, wearing high heels, had to take small steps to keep up with him. She walked all the way down the stairs to the hotel entrance before she realized what had just happened.
Shi Jingzhou never stops saying shocking things, and she actually managed to escape with a bowl of Tremella soup. She didn't know whether to be happy or sad.
As Jingzhou slowed down his pace while dragging the little burden, he heard people around him mutter, "What are you doing?"
The tone sounded like she was blaming him, yet there was a hint of admiration in her eyes, which was quite contradictory.
Mi Yanyan's palms were sweating from the pull, and she couldn't shake it off. Shi Jingzhou not only didn't let go, but instead exerted more force, stopping and looking ahead. "You're not an item. I'm tired of hearing you introduce me to someone over and over again."
I don’t know if she was thinking the wrong thing, or if what Shi Jingzhou said had other meanings.
She couldn't refute it, nor did she want to refute it.
The scene just now was so refreshing in an unprecedented way. My aunt's final expression could be best described as eating shit. Her facial features were all twisted together. She wanted to curse but was concerned about her status and face. In the end, she could only beat her chest and stamp her feet as she watched them leave in a cool manner.
Even if Zhang Qiaoshu scolded her to death afterwards, it was worth it. It was so exciting to have such a happy moment, the longed-for scene was actually played out, and it was so cool.
Shi Jingzhou looked at the person opposite him who couldn't help but raise his eyebrows and mouth corners, pinched the soft fingers in his hand, and teased him nonchalantly.
"Laugh if you want to. Don't hold it back and get sick on such a happy day."
"I didn't mean to laugh," Mi Yanyan couldn't stand his overbearing attitude and immediately put away her grin. She moved closer, just enough to reach his shoulders, and whispered softly, "But thank you anyway."
She's a bit of a softie around her parents, but she won't back down easily on matters of principle. Mr. Cao, with his blind self-confidence, would immediately ask her to quit her job and stay home if they got married, but she simply doesn't have the courage to accept. The children are adorable, but she doesn't know how to love, believing she's unqualified to create life.
Shi Jingzhou saw her trying hard to suppress her laughter, and asked innocently with a puzzled look on his face, "Why are you helping me? It will be awkward if you get into trouble with my aunt later."
Mingyuan and Ruisi have a close business relationship and have been partners for many years. My aunt holds an important position in the Pharmacy Management and Pharmacotherapy Committee, responsible for reviewing the drug catalog and supervising drug procurement. Given her meticulous nature, it is inevitable that she would have some grudges against Shi Jingzhou.
"What do you think?" Shi Jingzhou frowned and asked her back.
Because they are husband and wife, my aunt's occasional remarks at the table seriously violated Shi Jingzhou's bottom line. He is so combative that he would not allow anyone to spread rumors about his family in front of him. She may have benefited from the legal relationship.
"Thank you anyway. I'm sorry that our first birthday party for grandpa ended on such a bad note." She didn't reveal the reason, but just focused on the key points, speaking in a sincere tone and with a humble attitude.
"Mi Yanyan, have you ever lost your memory after becoming an adult?"
"Ah?" She was taken aback by the question. "Of course not."
She lived a healthy life for 26 years. Although her family had some ups and downs, she was in good health.
"That's because the brain capacity is too small."
After hearing Mi Yanyan struggle to break free from his hands, Shi Jingzhou did not insist this time and cooperated by loosening his fingers.
Uncle Wu's car appeared in front of the hotel, the automatic door opened, and Shi Jingzhou got in the car by himself and sat in the business seat near the inside. He neither closed the door nor invited her in, leaving her in a dilemma.
"Yan Yan."
Zhang Qiaoshu's voice sounded behind her. She turned around and saw a serious gaze. She subconsciously took two steps towards the car and stood by the door, ready to escape at any time.
"You just left without saying anything. What will our relatives and friends think?" Because his son-in-law was also there, Zhang Qiaoshu's blame was superficial and was the most appropriate and tolerant statement after weighing the pros and cons.
Before Mi Yanyan could open her mouth to explain, a deep male voice answered first: "Mom, I'm sorry, I have to take her back first because of something at the company." After that, he leaned over and extended his hand to Mi Yanyan, his eyes as gentle as water, suppressing all of Zhang Qiaoshu's unhappiness in his heart.
She decisively chose to take the life-saving straw and got into the car and sat down. Shi Jingzhou leaned over to help her fasten her seat belt. When he looked up again, his face was still full of courtesy. He smiled and said goodbye to his mother-in-law, and then gave a faint order, "Uncle Wu, drive."
The electric door slowly closed. Mi Yanyan held the seat belt, breathed a sigh of relief, and didn't dare to look back at her mother's expression.
In just one afternoon, Shi Jingzhou had helped her time and again. She wanted to thank him again, but when she turned around, she saw that he had withdrawn his gentleness and was leaning back against the leather airline seat, his eyes closed. His hands were folded in front of him, his demeanor calm, effectively avoiding the shared middle armrest. It was as if everything that had just happened had nothing to do with him. She didn't want to see or hear anymore.
Indeed, a family like hers, filled with scheming and intrigue, with family members who are sweet-mouthed but treacherous, would be distasteful to anyone. She bit her lip and swallowed back what she wanted to say.
On a midsummer afternoon in the south of the city, cars were driving on a busy road in the city center. The traffic lights were dense and the flow of people was heavy. The cars were stopping and starting frequently, which made people feel sleepy.
Shi Jingzhou, sleep-deprived from consecutive business trips, was jolted slightly by a speed bump. He opened his eyes and just as he was getting on the expressway, Uncle Wu apologized. He replied softly, "Nothing." He glanced at the person next to him, also covered his ears from the shaking, and let out a soft hiss.
Mi Yanyan was bending over to look for something, and as her eyes focused, a diamond earring rolled down to his feet on the black leather foot pad.
The ear piercing was made in the ear bone less than a week ago. She was worried that it would heal easily if she didn't wear the earrings for a long time, so she hurried to put them back in the car.
A hand picked up the mini diamond before her, held it between the fingertips and raised it in front of her eyes. The joints were clear, slender and strong, as if it was holding a small ant.
Ignoring his scrutinizing gaze, Mi Yanyan reached out for it, "Give it to me."
A speed bump appeared in the distance. Shi Jingzhou glanced at her reddened earlobe, pushed the earring into his palm with his index finger, and closed his eyes again. Mi Yanyan's eyes widened, but she couldn't grab it. She snorted in dissatisfaction and sat back down angrily.
By the end of the half-hour drive, Peanut had already sprung to life, running from the living room to the garden and circling the car. Uncle Wu turned off the engine and got out, leaving them alone in the space, neither of them moving.
Mi Yanyan had given up the idea of asking him for it. She looked around and saw a brand new Leifa four-seater commercial vehicle with a simple exterior and luxurious interior. She had never seen it in the garage before.
As she unbuckled her seat belt, the person next to her also moved. She moved her waist forward, her earlobes tightened, and a warm touch gathered in her sensitive area, and her heart felt like thousands of ants crawling over it.
Because of her stiff neck, her peripheral vision was limited and she could only see Jingzhou in front of her. He was concentrating on studying her ear, as seriously as if he was studying a small toy. "Where is the hole?" he asked calmly.
"On top, next to the earlobe."
"There are two, which one should I plug in?"
Shi Jingzhou held the diamond pendant, aimed his silver needle, and waited for her answer.
"The one inside," she gripped the sofa tightly with her palms, "The one inside was only used a short time ago. If you don't put it on in time, it will grow back."
There was no answer. The cold silver needle accurately pierced into the fresh tender flesh that had just been stuck. A slight pain came over her, and she felt like a gun was pointed at her heart, and the other party pulled the trigger at her without making a sound.
Bang.
"Okay." Shi Jingzhou withdrew his hands, and there was still indelible gunpowder residue on his fingertips, burning his skin.
Mi Yanyan hurriedly got out of the car and was pounced upon by Peanuts. She lowered her head and called out to the dog, "Go home quickly. It's so hot outside. Your paws will be burned."
Shi Jingzhou followed him out of the car. The door of the villa was still open. Mi Yanyan bent down with one hand holding the entrance cabinet. The hem of her skirt just passed her knees, and her slender white calves glowed in the sun. She gripped her high heels with her fingertips and took them off easily. Her smooth ankles stepped into cotton slippers, and the two shoes lay crookedly on the tiles.
He closed the gate, bent down, and straightened it again.
Mi Yanyan finished her transparent cup, which was filled with drinking water, but her mouth was still dry. Could it be that the food she had lunch had too much MSG? The more she drank, the thirstier she felt.
The refrigerator opened and closed, and Shi Jingzhou took out the ice water directly from it and drank half of it with his head tilted back.
It was probably because he ate too much salt. The two of them stood on either side of the island. Mi Yanyan's eyes were fixed on the glass bottle of soda water in his hand, which was covered with a thin layer of mist. "It's better to drink less ice water to cure your cough." After saying this, she felt that her concern was too obvious and hurried to make amends, "You're old and your stomach is weak. It's better to drink warm water to be safe."
Shi Jingzhou's frown, which had just relaxed, was replaced by disbelief, and he drank the remaining half bottle in silence.
The name "He" starts with three characters, and the name "Mi Yanyan" is half of the name. At first glance, it sounds very reasonable and cannot be disputed. Age is a fact and cannot be refuted.
The skin at his neck was exposed beneath his shirt, two buttons undone, and his Adam's apple rolled up and down with the sound of water. Mi Yanyan withdrew her gaze, but her ears, which had just calmed down, were once again ignited. She frantically took out a new cup from the cupboard, filled it with hot water, and placed it in front of her, not telling him to drink it herself.
"I have something to do at the hospital this afternoon, so go upstairs and change clothes first." Mi Yanyan pushed the quilt forward and raised her foot to leave the awkward space.
"Will you be back for dinner tonight?"
She was sure she was asking herself. After thinking for a moment about her afternoon schedule, she only had three appointments and no surgery scheduled yet. It was estimated that it would be over by the evening. However, she had to drink the tonic soup again, which was really embarrassing. She mustered up the courage to say, "Come back." Then she turned and went upstairs.
Shi Jingzhou picked up Mi Yanyan and threw away the cup of hot water.
The temperature is perfect for soaking your feet, but you can't drink it in one gulp.
He tapped his fingers on the rock table, his mind still on Mi Yanyan's expression from a few minutes ago, and he couldn't come up with an answer no matter how hard he tried.
A golden figure came running, head tilted upwards, pointing to the cupboard. Inside were delicious dried meats and chewy milk-based chew bars. Peanuts kept smiling, suggesting something wildly. Popcorn, not to be outdone, leaped onto the counter, belly-rolling, and using all his strength to exchange for cat food and dried fish. Shi Jingzhou's lips, once pursed into a line, finally curved.
The emergency came so suddenly that she only felt very hungry after she changed her clothes.
I sent a message to Shi Jingzhou before going on stage, but I didn't have time to go back for dinner, so he quickly replied.
Sun Siyuan heated up the fast food three times, and the paper box had become soft. Wet steam was lingering on the table. She took a few bites casually and received a call from Yu Wan.
"You just had dinner?" Yu Wan felt distressed when she heard the chewing sounds. "It's already nine o'clock, and you're still in the hospital?"
"An additional operation was just completed." She was used to it. Doctors had no concept of eating on time, and this was true for both human and veterinary medicine.
Yu Wandian entered the high school alumni group. The location of the reunion had just been updated. She reminded him, "Tomorrow night at 8 o'clock, Yichuan, how are you going?"
Yu Wan was in the west of the city, she was in the east, and Yichuan was close to the hospital. Mi Yanyan thought for a moment and said, "I have an early shift tomorrow. Would you mind giving me a ride after get off work?"
"Okay, I think so too. It's raining these days, so don't ride a motorcycle." Yu Wan was terrified every time she saw her speeding on the road, "It's useless for your husband to not assign you a driver or something."
"Let's not do it. I don't make much money in a month. It will be a huge psychological burden to hire a driver." She thought of Uncle Wu's diligent expression and felt a huge pressure in an instant.
"Then you..."
Yu Wan was smiling as she spoke, and Mi Yanyan suddenly realized what she was going to ask. Then she remembered what she had done, "Don't ask. If you ask, I just don't know."
She didn't lie, she really didn't know. Today was Jingzhou's first day back home after his business trip, so the time they had been apart far exceeded the time they had met. Whether it was true or not was impossible to verify, but looking at the average data for Asian men, it was probably very exaggerated.
Yu Wan laughed non-stop on the phone and analyzed the exaggerated psychology of men with her in detail and in a logical manner.
She turned on the speaker, turned down the volume, and heard most of it. The WeChat dialog box vibrated and Shi Jingzhou's message appeared.
It turns out that you can’t say bad things about people behind their backs. It feels like you’ve been caught.
She clicked on it and saw four cold words: [What time will you be home?]
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Zhouzi: Come on, go home and see if it works.
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