Chapter 16 Misunderstanding: Do you want to get into my bed tonight?
When Liang Minghe arrived home, Zhou Jinqin was squatting next to the running wheel, urging Tuantuan to do weight loss exercises.
Upon seeing someone, Tuan Tuan leaps up and darts to their side in a few quick steps, wagging its tail and nuzzling them with its head. Then, standing on its hind legs and with its front legs raised, it climbs onto their lap and stretches.
Liang Minghe's already tattered jeans were being scratched by the kitten's paws, making a rustling sound. On the surface, this was an attempt to act cute, but in reality, he was trying to use it as an excuse to avoid exercise.
"It's no use." Liang Ming grabbed Tuan Tuan by the armpits and hoisted the fat cat onto his shoulder. He patted the cat's chubby bottom and ruthlessly sent it to the running wheel to continue its weight loss task for the day.
Seeing this, Zhou Jinqin couldn't help but feel a little jealous: "It's not like this when I come back."
When she got home, she hid as fast as she could, afraid that she would be caught on the spot and forced to do "exercise," making her seem like a bandit leader.
Liang Ming glanced at the expression on her face that didn't seem to resonate with him, and said in a low voice, "Maybe it's because you smell like another man."
"What?! Isn't that your friend?" Zhou Jinqin glared at him, warning him not to talk nonsense. "I didn't say you already knew. Kong Feifei must have told you a long time ago."
“Not only did I tell you,” Liang Minghe added ambiguously, “I also saw a photo of the two of you together.”
"Can't we take pictures?" Zhou Jinqin didn't understand what he was trying to say.
“Okay,” Liang Minghe said with a serious expression, but his words were not very serious. “I’m probably jealous, after all, I, as his partner, have never had a photo like this.”
"..." Because the other party was always too blunt, Zhou Jinqin was in a state of constant redness and heat for many years.
As a married couple under the legal rules, Liang Minghe certainly has the right to be jealous, but what if they go outside the rules? Have they already built up that level of emotional foundation between them?
Or was he just teasing her in a normal way...?
Zhou Jinqin was unaware that, with her head down and her face burning red, she had still fallen into the trap of the other party's sweet words.
Zhou Jinqin couldn't help but feel ashamed of herself.
Seeing the rich expressions on her face, Liang Minghe smiled and stopped teasing her. He simply took a small box out of his bag.
"I happened to see a newly opened bakery on the way back, so I brought you some croissants. Would you like to try some?"
The moment the box was opened, a delicate buttery aroma wafted out. The croissant was only the size of a palm, with a golden and buttery color that looked incredibly appetizing.
Zhou Jinqin was instantly captivated. She blinked and nodded obediently, "Yes."
Seeing her obedient appearance, Liang Minghe couldn't help but smile: "Looks like my purchase wasn't in vain."
He sat down, placed the box on the coffee table, and said with a smile, "Watch out for that lurking creature underneath."
"Can't we feed it?" Zhou Jinqin asked curiously.
This croissant does not contain any added chocolate, grapes, onions, or other substances that are toxic to cats. Although these are not on a cat's diet, theoretically, a small taste should be fine.
Zhou Jinqin knew very well how weak her resistance was to cats; as long as Tuantuan meowed at her in a low voice, she would definitely surrender.
“Nothing is impossible.” Liang Minghe rested his chin on his hand and looked at her. “It’s just that when I was buying it, I only thought of you.”
Thinking of her? Or just having thoughts of her? Chinese characters are indeed profound; a difference of just one character can cause such turmoil in one's heart.
"Oh, thank you... I'll keep it for myself." Zhou Jinqin stammered, not daring to look at him even once.
Fearing that he might say another word and the other person would become too familiar with him, Liang Minghe refrained from saying anything suggestive and left the other person with complete privacy before going to the bathroom to take a shower.
Midway through, Zhou Jinqin made a video call to her good friend Xiang Ziqing, deciding to honestly tell her that she was married.
She originally intended to tell him in person during her two days back in Shanghai, but unfortunately, he was sent to Singapore on a long business trip, so the two of them didn't meet and the matter was naturally delayed.
Xiang Ziqing was not surprised when she heard that Zhou Jinqin was married. She had witnessed Lu Jianying's toughness and domineering nature, and she was also aware of Zhou Jinqin's hidden weakness and compromise. If she could not completely sever ties with her family, marriage seemed to be an inevitable result.
It's a bit sad, but that's just how the world is. People are always tied to so-called genes, blood ties, or that umbilical cord. Making the painful decision to sever ties is not an easy thing.
But Xiang Ziqing also knew that although Zhou Jinqin was soft and weak, she actually had her own resilience and decisiveness. She was an adult who would take responsibility for her actions. Whether it was leaving her job or getting married, she always had her own reasons, and Xiang Ziqing would not judge her too much.
The so-called "bystander sees more of the game" is nothing more than a lack of understanding and empathy; they have no right to lament that those involved are blinded by their own perspective.
Xiang Ziqing remained calm and asked curiously, "Where's your husband? Why don't you ask him to come over and let me see him?"
"I'm taking a shower," Zhou Jinqin said, somewhat embarrassed.
It was just an ordinary daily activity, but when it was said, it inexplicably carried a hint of ambiguity.
"Where are the photos? Surely there are photos?" Xiang Ziqing was genuinely curious.
Zhou Jinqin suddenly remembered the photo Liang Minghe had mentioned that they never had together. Apart from their marriage certificate, which was kept at the bottom of a box, they really didn't have any other photos...
Zhou Jinqin stammered for a moment, then said, "You've met them."
"You've met him before?" Xiang Ziqing was a little surprised. She pinched her chin and racked her brains, but could only think of that pot-bellied Mr. Qian. She felt a mix of emotions.
You can be less picky, but you can't be this unpicky...
Clearly, the other party had misunderstood, and Zhou Jinqin quickly explained that it was a righteous person who had stood up for her back then.
Thinking of that handsome guy's physique and appearance, Xiang Ziqing instantly perked up: "Hmm? You mean, you managed to win over a guy that good-looking in just a few days?"
"Well, you could say that." Zhou Jinqin gave a general account of the whole story.
Xiang Ziqing chuckled and said, "Looks like my phone number wasn't a waste of money. If you're having a wedding, remember to book a separate table for me."
She had a deep impression of Liang Minghe, a flamboyant butterfly. Judging from his appearance alone, it was easy to see that he was not a guy that elders liked. It was indeed unexpected that an honest girl like Zhou Jinqin would choose to marry him.
Zhou Jinqin thought for a moment and said, "Maybe it's a belated act of rebellion. I figured he definitely wasn't liked by my mom, so I wanted to spite her, and that's how it turned out..."
"Have you ever regretted it?" Although Xiang Ziqing was a person who loved pleasure, she couldn't help but worry about whether her friend's impulsive decision was reliable.
Zhou Jinqin shook her head: "No, he's fine."
She paused for a moment, then added, "It sounds a bit like a Mary Sue story, but during the time I was with him, I even slept much more."
Seeing her good friend's evaluation, Xiang Ziqing felt relieved and stopped worrying about whether her choice of marriage was right. She simply joked around as usual.
She asked curiously, "By the way, is he good in that area?"
Zhou Jinqin blushed at her blunt question. She couldn't answer for a moment and could only shake her head awkwardly as a reply.
"Is that not okay?" Xiang Ziqing frowned. "Well, there really is no perfect person in the world. Oh well, being a pretty face is fine too. At least I'll still be pleasing to the eye."
“No…” Zhou Jinqin lowered her head, her eyes were red, and she lowered her voice to the lowest possible level, “We haven’t tried it yet.”
However, Xiang Ziqing was not relieved by this answer. Her expression became even more serious: "Whether a man is capable or not is like his height of 1.8 meters, it cannot be hidden."
"Of course, this conclusion may not always apply. I suggest you try it yourself. After all, you might as well try it."
Xiang Ziqing is a hedonist who doesn't care much about the final outcome of relationships, but rather cares more about the temporary pleasure brought by living in the moment.
Zhou Jinqin blinked but didn't say anything.
Xiang Ziqing continued to egg him on: "Do you really hate him?"
“I hate it…” Zhou Jinqin murmured these two words.
Just as she was thinking of what to say, she vaguely heard a loud bang on the door. Zhou Jinqin turned her head to look and saw Tuantuan tugging at the door.
Without thinking too much about it, she continued, "Of course not, otherwise I wouldn't have chosen to marry him."
"That's settled then, go for it, you won't lose anything anyway." Xiang Ziqing winked at her, "Besides, how can a couple maintain happiness without some sex?"
Even if it's just hormones at play, everyone has desires, and of course, twenty-eight-year-old Zhou Jinqin would also be curious and yearn for them.
After hanging up the phone, Zhou Jinqin returned to her room, lost in thought.
Liang Ming sat quietly on the bed, his damp hair still dripping water, and long eyelashes with droplets of liquid clinging to them, making him look like he was crying, which was inexplicably pitiful.
Zhou Jinqin asked, "Why didn't you dry your hair?"
Liang Minghe gave an irrelevant answer: "I bumped my knee."
He was wearing white silk pajamas today, and through the thin fabric, you could vaguely see streaks of blood seeping from his knees.
"Let me see." Zhou Jinqin squatted down beside him, rolled up his trouser leg and carefully examined the wound. "Hmm, it's nothing serious, just a little cut. I'll disinfect it for you later, it won't hurt."
Liang Ming looked down into her eyes and asked defiantly, "You're not me, how do you know it won't hurt?"
"What's wrong with you?" Zhou Jinqin didn't understand why he suddenly became emotional.
Liang Minghe didn't say a word, and ignoring his wounds, he rolled up his bedding and lay down on the bed with his back to Zhou Jinqin.
Wounds of this severity don't need medication and will heal naturally in a couple of days. However, sleeping with wet hair can cause more damage.
Zhou Jinqin found a hairdryer, plugged it into the socket by the bed, and carefully dried his wet head.
She stared at that stubborn head and asked, "Liang Minghe, are you planning to leave the conflict until tomorrow?"
Liang Minghe shifted in the blankets, then suddenly sat up, staring intently at the woman in front of him. He asked, word by word, "Do you hate me?"
Zhou Jinqin suddenly understood; the bang she had just heard actually came from Liang Minghe.
She was both amused and exasperated: "Why do you think I would choose to marry someone I dislike?"
The problem is actually very simple to figure out, but getting caught up in emotions makes people lose their ability to think.
“There’s no reason to do that, right?” Zhou Jinqin smiled, her eyes crinkling, just like the gentle smile she had in the photo with Kong Feifei. She sighed, “You can’t just listen to half of what’s said.”
She only said this much, but as adults with normal intelligence, it wasn't hard to guess the rest of the message.
"Ugh? So I caused this misunderstanding." Zhou Jinqin hesitated for a moment, then looked up with a more intense gaze. "Liang Minghe, do you want to come to my bed tonight?"
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Author's note: Thank you everyone for the nutrient solution! [rainbow fart]
The secret to maintaining happiness is to resolve conflicts promptly and address problems early.
For working people who don't have any drafts saved up, updating at 9 AM on weekdays is still too difficult. I'll adjust the update time based on my actual writing speed (9 AM is ideal, but I'll try my best to finish before midnight). If anything comes up, I'll announce it on the article page. Please forgive me [please].
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