Chapter 25 My poor darling, you can't do this. ...
The rain was even more torrential than the night before. A branch from the pomelo tree planted in front of the guesthouse broke off and hit the sign hanging at the entrance, nearly falling on Kanna's head.
The weather was far from ideal for traveling, and the ancient town was indeed too desolate. Kanna, who had narrowly escaped death, lost all interest in sightseeing. The group found a local farmhouse restaurant nearby for lunch and then quickly headed back home as the rain subsided.
The car we used for this trip belonged to Kong Feifei, so he was responsible for taking everyone home when we returned.
In order of distance, it was Kang Na first, and then Zhou Jinqin and Liang Minghe and his wife.
As usual, Kong Feifei drove the car directly into Liang Minghe's underground garage to avoid them getting wet in the downpour when retrieving their luggage.
When Zhou Jinqin got off the bus, she realized that Tuantuan had bitten her shoelaces open with her teeth. The sneakers she was wearing today were bought for her by Liang Minghe after he saw them online and thought they looked nice. The shoelaces had two pom-poms at the ends, which were obviously cat traps.
"You rascal, no wonder you didn't lie down on the seat in the car, but insisted on squatting by my feet." She tapped the kitten's nose helplessly.
Zhou Jinqin placed Tuantuan on the suitcase, freeing her hands to squat down and re-tie her shoelaces. Halfway down, she remembered her short skirt and the dense surveillance equipment in the garage, and froze.
Liang Minghe seemed to notice her predicament and naturally squatted down at her feet to help.
Zhou Jinqin wasn't used to such attentive service, and she awkwardly pulled her feet back, saying, "It's okay, I can do it myself..."
Liang Ming held her ankle tightly, preventing her from moving. He looked up at her and smiled, "What are you afraid of? No one else will see."
As soon as he finished speaking, the nearest elevator car opened, and two middle-aged men in suits stepped out.
Liang Minghe glanced at her, his expression unchanged, still focused on tying the knot, and even had the energy to pat Zhou Jinqin's instep reassuringly.
After tying two pretty bows, he admired himself for a while before standing up. He carried Tuantuan on his shoulder, took the luggage in one hand, and reached out to take Zhou Jinqin's hand with the other: "Let's go home."
“Hmm…” Zhou Jinqin nodded, blushing.
For some reason, the two men in suits did not leave after they got out of the elevator car, but stood quietly waiting at a distance from the two men.
Only after Liang Minghe passed by them expressionlessly did one of them finally speak up: "Young Master."
There were only the four of them in the garage at that moment, so the other person was clearly calling for Liang Minghe.
Zhou Jinqin looked at him suspiciously, and the moment their eyes met, the other person bowed respectfully to her as well: "Young Madam."
He winked at the person next to him, and then an expensive box was brought out. The person explained, "The chairman heard that you married the young master and specially instructed us to send this congratulatory gift. Please accept it."
Zhou Jinqin glanced at the contents of the box. Most of them were jewelry and gold ornaments, along with some documents and contracts. The top one was a gift contract for a house, with her as the recipient.
Zhou Jinqin was a little at a loss. She looked blankly at the man beside her. Liang Minghe nodded and said in a light tone, "It's okay, it's not worth much money. Just accept it as a gift."
It's not worth much...
Even if you don't understand the value of jewelry, the soaring price of gold is undeniable, not to mention the price of an apartment in a first-tier city.
Zhou Jinqin dared not sign, and besides, who was the chairman? What was the relationship between the chairman and the young master? She didn't understand any of it.
Liang Minghe noticed her doubts and explained, "It's my dad. He sells houses."
"The real estate market is sluggish these days. Even if he builds all those houses, he won't be able to sell them. If he doesn't give them to you, he'll give them to someone else anyway. It's better to keep the profits within the family, so don't worry."
The other party was, after all, a chairman of the board, yet he dismissed it all with a casual remark about selling a house, suggesting that the father and son did not have a good relationship.
Moreover, Liang Minghe had never mentioned his father before, so Zhou Jinqin could guess the situation pretty well. If the other party wasn't dead, he was probably in a similar situation to her father.
After hesitating for a long time, Zhou Jinqin still signed the document. She thought that since she and Liang Minghe were now one entity, it didn't matter much whether it was under her name or under Liang Minghe's name. If his relationship with his father had really deteriorated to a very bad point, it would be good if she could help him get back a portion of the rights that belonged to her.
After signing, the man in the suit visibly relaxed. He handed over the box, then hesitated before saying, "Madam, the chairman would also very much like to meet you. If you have the time, please visit him more often..."
Before he could finish speaking, Liang Minghe interrupted him, whispering in Zhou Jinqin's ear, "Don't pay attention to these kinds of words."
He ignored the two people who were standing there dumbfounded, put his arm around Zhou Jinqin's shoulder, and walked back.
Liang Minghe didn't want to explain too much, but fearing her doubts, he still mentioned it: "My relationship with my dad is so-so. I only see him twice a year. If you ever encounter him making such a request again, just pretend he's dead and it never happened. Anyway, I treat every time I see him like I'm visiting a grave. Don't take it to heart."
Clearly, this level of relationship could no longer be described as ordinary. Zhou Jinqin had no intention of pressing for details. As the saying goes, every family has its own troubles, just as she didn't want to talk about her own family. Some things are just hard to say.
Besides, if he wanted to tell her, he would take the initiative to do so someday, and she could wait.
Seeing his unusually cold expression, Zhou Jinqin smiled faintly and nodded understandingly: "Okay, I understand."
Although he was a freelancer, Liang Minghe held several jobs and had accumulated a lot of work after going out, so he went straight to his study after dinner to catch up on his work.
It was still early before bedtime, so Zhou Jinqin turned on the TV to make white noise and snuggled up on the sofa with Tuantuan in her arms, flipping through the paper medical journal she had just subscribed to.
Perhaps due to the fatigue of traveling during the day, I unknowingly lost consciousness and fell into a deep sleep.
When he woke up again, it was past midnight. Night owl Tuantuan was already dozing off, but Liang Minghe's study light was still on.
Zhou Jinqin couldn't help but worry when she thought about his mood today. After thinking for a moment, she decided to go to the kitchen to cook him a bowl of mung bean soup.
When Liang Minghe saw her come in, he glanced at the time and realized it was already past one o'clock. He asked, "Why aren't you asleep yet?"
Zhou Jinqin placed the bowl on his table, which was covered with several discarded sketches, indicating that he was indeed not in the mood.
She replied, "I'm wondering when you're going to sleep."
Liang Minghe took her hand and kissed it, saying apologetically, "Sorry, I didn't notice the time."
Zhou Jinqin shook her head: "We agreed that we wouldn't bother each other after marriage. I'm not here to question you."
"What are you here for?" Liang Minghe cleared the things from the table, pulled her to sit on the edge of the table in front of him, and looked up at her with a smile. "Are you concerned about me?"
"Hmm," Zhou Jinqin replied softly, blushing. "You seem a little unhappy today."
"Oh, so you're making me a bowl of mung bean soup to calm my mind?" Liang Minghe laughed. "But compared to my dad's mess, I think this bowl of mung bean soup has another important purpose."
"What?" Zhou Jinqin asked curiously.
Liang Minghe downed the bowl of mung bean soup in one gulp, then pulled the chair closer to her: "Let me cool down this fire in my chest."
His beautiful eyes were so intense, and he never looked away, always making people blush.
Zhou Jinqin glared at him: "I've discovered you're incredibly lecherous!"
"Haha." Liang Ming and this person had absolutely no sense of shame. "Although I still retain a childlike heart, I must admit that I am an adult now. Isn't it normal to have adult desires?"
He smiled enticingly and asked, "Don't you have any desire for me at all?"
The man was too close, leaving Zhou Jinqin no room to back down. She lowered her head and whispered, "Yes..."
Whether it's her body's natural reactions or the subconscious scenarios unfolding in her dreams, Zhou Jinqin clearly understands her own character.
"Then..." the man's voice was deep and seductive, "kiss me."
Zhou Jinqin's heart skipped a beat, and her body trembled slightly. For a moment, she forgot to respond to this "going".
Liang Ming leaned forward to follow her evasive eyes, and asked with a smile, "You don't want to?"
“I’m not unwilling,” Zhou Jinqin retorted instinctively.
She looked up and met the man's smiling eyes, his deep brown pupils reflecting her tense, flushed face.
Zhou Jinqin sighed, placed her hands on the table, lowered her head, and kissed the man's soft and warm lips.
The man was off guard, and he opened the city gates on his own initiative, allowing her to easily enter. The city was filled with the sweet aroma of mung beans, and Zhou Jinqin thought she probably added too much sugar.
Liang Ming didn't give her a chance to let her thoughts wander. He reached out and pulled her up by the back of her head, forcefully and domineeringly demanding more.
With the city gates closed, Zhou Jinqin had nowhere to retreat, and only then did she realize that she had fallen for the Empty City Stratagem.
The air was about to run out, and Zhou Jinqin, who had been suppressing her emotions, had no choice but to cry out for help.
Liang Minghe released her, looking at her teary eyes with a smug smile, completely lacking any virtue of chivalry.
He pinched her cheeks, which had gone completely limp, and teased her with a smile, "Baby, you can't do this."
Zhou Jinqin glared at him: "You're the one who's acting strange. How come you're perfectly fine after all this time?"
He even had a relaxed and carefree demeanor, making it hard not to suspect that he was a master with rich experience in relationships.
Liang Minghe raised his hands: "I started learning to swim when I was six years old, and I have persisted for 22 years now. Holding my breath is the most basic ability. You can't misunderstand me."
Zhou Jinqin feigned ignorance: "What did I misunderstand?"
"You misunderstand that my kissing experience comes from something improper." He tilted his head back and pecked her lips, looking like an obedient boy. "But I only practice with you. I'm really wronged."
How much truth do men have in their words? Zhou Jinqin often had doubts, but at this moment she still uncontrollably succumbed to their charms, which is truly despicable.
Her eyelashes, glistening with tears, trembled as she asked, "Then how can you forgive me?"
“Closer to me,” he replied.
Zhou Jinqin was puzzled, but then she saw Liang Minghe lean back in his seat, making room between the back of the seat and the armrest. His slightly rough fingertips circled around her calves, enticing her to put her legs into the gap in the seat.
"Sit on my lap."
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Author's note: Thank you for the nutrient solution! [heart][calico cat emoji]
Xiao Ming really likes the woman-on-top position, but he's just pretending to be generous; he still wants to be in control even when he's on the bottom. [doge emoji]
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