"How long will it be before you finish what you're doing? Probably another five, six, seven, or eight years. Sigh, we can't really manage your young people's affairs, but Yingchi, even though you're busy, you should still take good care of Luoluo."
This was a rare occasion when Jiang Yingchi was interrupted while speaking.
However, the old man in the long gown's words were pleasing to the ear.
Jiang Yingchi only wanted the engagement and wedding to be scheduled as soon as possible, but the matter of letting A Luo have a child could be postponed for a few more years, as long as A Luo wished, he was not in a hurry.
His only concern was getting married.
We arrived at the Qi family's old residence.
The elderly couple in long gowns had already gone inside, leaving the space to the two of them.
Ning Qiluo was lost in thought, so much so that she bumped into a wall of flesh after getting out of the car. She froze, then slowly looked up at him.
All I could see was the back of his head and his broad back.
Before he could turn around, Ning Qiluo reached out and wrapped her arms around his waist, pressing her face against his back: "Don't be angry."
Jiang Yingchi pried her hands off and turned to look at her: "What are you thinking about now?"
"Weren't you angry?" Her voice was soft and sweet, and she seemed to be compromising at any moment. In Jiang Yingchi's eyes, it wasn't her fault, but his.
"I'm not angry, you shouldn't overthink it." He ruffled her hair, then took her hand: "Let's go inside."
Ning Qiluo obediently followed him.
On the way in, Ning Qiluo kept thinking of what sweet things to say to coax him. She couldn't let him keep giving; in a relationship, one person can't just sit back and enjoy the fruits of another's labor.
Lost in thought, she was so engrossed in her thoughts that she didn't even realize she had been led into the room.
The aunt led the way and told them that their rooms were next to each other.
This is the room Ning Qiluo used to live in. Today, after Aunt Qiu returned, the first thing she did was to have Ning Qiluo's room cleaned.
Ning Qiluo was pinned against the door.
Before she could even utter a cry of surprise, he silenced her with a kiss. She felt like she was about to suffocate; Ning Qiluo's chest heaved heavily as he kissed her forcefully, causing her back to ache slightly.
He made a "hmm" sound.
Jiang Yingchi finally released her, and all the air that had been taken away from her returned.
Before Ning Qiluo could recover, the person opposite her raised his hand to brush away her bangs, cupped her face, and said to her, "Goodnight."
She obediently tilted her head back and let him continue kissing her.
To my surprise, after saying goodnight, he opened the door and went to rest in the room arranged for him next door. What a model of gentlemanly conduct!
Ning Qiluo's feelings were: "..."
The aunt brought her what she needed.
She wore light makeup, removed it, took a shower, and changed into her pajamas. Her hair was still wet, so she used a hairdryer to dry it until it was half dry before stopping. Then she sat on the edge of the bed, looking completely lost.
Should we go next door?
If I go and fail to appease him, wouldn't I lose face?
If she tries to appease him, she might lose all her standing in the future, and he'll have her completely under his control.
Think about why he was angry. It's because she didn't understand or consider his feelings, and even blamed him excessively. He had already made it so obvious, yet she still secretly wanted to have an affair with him...
After listing them off in her mind, Ning Qiluo realized that they really were all her problems.
Forget it, just try to coax him. If that doesn't work, try seducing him. Uncle Jiang is most susceptible to that.
So Ning Qiluo left her room and went to the door next door. Before knocking, she pulled her collar open a little. "Hiss...it's so cold."
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