Chapter 44 You've eaten all the hot body lotion! ...
They had arranged to visit the elderly couple in Mid-Levels on Saturday. However, Liang Minghe was delayed by recording work and didn't leave the recording studio until 9 p.m. Despite their hurried efforts, Zhou Jinqin and he didn't arrive at the house in Mid-Levels until after 10 p.m.
Zhou Jinqin thought that the elderly were light sleepers and should not be disturbed. On the way, she and Liang Minghe discussed how to make as little noise as possible when they got home so as not to wake them up. However, when they arrived, they found that her grandparents had not slept at all. The two of them just stood at the gate of the yard, trying to stay awake.
Looking at the old man's graying temples, Liang Minghe sighed and stepped forward to hug them: "Didn't we tell you not to wait for us?"
"You're just being delusional. Do you think I've been waiting for you?" Grandma scolded playfully. "Besides, am I the old one, or are you? Don't I know better than you whether or not it's appropriate to sleep with someone?"
As she spoke, she broke free from Liang Minghe, smiled, and took Zhou Jinqin's hand, leading her into the house: "Xiaoqin, have you eaten yet? Grandma made some soup, would you like to have some before going to sleep?"
He was such a playful old man that Liang Minghe was both amused and exasperated.
Grandpa thought his expression was a sign of jealousy over the transfer of family affection, and quietly said, "Don't worry, you're involved too."
As he said this, his attention was entirely focused on Liang Ming and his ripped trousers. He thought that this bastard was definitely going against him. He knew that Liang Ming didn't like him wearing these gaudy, tattered trousers, but he still insisted on wearing them for him every time he came to see him.
Grandpa stuck his finger into his pants hole and poked his calf hard, then snorted and said, "Your grandma was worried you'd get rheumatism when you got old, so she specially made you a special nourishing soup!"
Liang Minghe sat down at the dining table and then he learned how the cold air had dissipated.
In front of him was a bowl of Eucommia ulmoides, Morinda officinalis, oxtail, and pig tail soup, a soup with more ingredients than water.
Eucommia ulmoides, Morinda officinalis, Smilax glabra, and pig's tail are all potent kidney tonics and aphrodisiacs. After drinking this bowl, your whole body will probably feel hot.
In front of Zhou Jinqin was a bowl of vegetarian soup called Potato and Mixed Vegetable Soup, which was mainly made of non-meat healthy ingredients such as potatoes, wood ear fungus, codonopsis, lotus seeds, and shiitake mushrooms. It was nutritious and delicious.
Although they had already eaten dinner, not wanting to disappoint the elderly couple, the two obediently finished all the soup in their bowls so that their grandparents could relax and go to sleep.
This bowl of soup can make one person feel calm and detached, or make another feel hot and bothered.
In the room, Zhou Jinqin, who had already taken a shower, was applying moisturizing body lotion. She thought that in a place like Guangdong, there was no need to worry about moisturizing. However, she never expected that after several days without rain, the air humidity had dropped to 28%, which was even drier than Shanghai in autumn and winter. Sometimes, when she touched the cat, static electricity would crackle, forcing her to use body lotion urgently.
Still enveloped in the humid heat of the bathroom, Liang Minghe embraced her from behind, his hot breath pattering against her slender neck: "Can you rub it on your back? Do you want me to help you?"
I don’t know if it was the nourishing soup that worked, but his whole body was burning hot, like a furnace.
Zhou Jinqin shrank back, trying to escape, but Liang Ming grabbed her back with his large hands.
"Why are you running?" He smiled, his eyes crinkling, and gently rubbed his chin against her right shoulder, just like a cat.
Zhou Jinqin, her ears turning red, whispered, "It's hot."
"That's perfect, it'll help you absorb it." Liang Ming joked, raising his hand to turn the air conditioner down a few degrees. "How about this? Can you stay in my arms a little longer in peace?"
"Hmm..." Zhou Jinqin was almost half-enclosed and locked in his arms, unable to breathe properly, and even uttering single syllables was difficult.
Liang Minghe smiled and kissed her earlobe, then hugged her tightly for a long time before letting go and creating an airtight distance between them. He then picked up the body lotion bottle that had been tossed aside and began to provide proper service.
It doesn't seem that serious...
The man's slightly rough fingertips rubbed and massaged her skin like a painter's brushstrokes. Zhou Jinqin felt like a canvas, letting this great painter apply his brush.
Wherever the paintbrush goes, the parched lips follow closely behind.
Zhou Jinqin blushed and complained in a soft, meowing voice, "You ate all the body lotion!"
Liang Minghe didn't stop, and sucked on the area of the shoulder blade again before saying unhurriedly, "It's okay, it says on it that it's edible."
Is that what she cares about? Zhou Jinqin felt like she was going crazy. Her body was tingling and numb, as if being gnawed by ants, making her so unbearable that she was about to sob and cry out.
Liang Minghe pretended not to understand, and even tried to push his luck.
He turned her around so she was facing him, and with his lips and teeth, he touched the loose shoulder strap of her nightgown, evenly applying moist cream to the area covered by the fabric.
Summer pajamas are always loose, and Zhou Jinqin, who is rather thin, can't really fill them out. When Liang Minghe loosened the shoulder straps, if he was even slightly off-center, the straps would roll down to her arms, and the fabric in front of her collarbone, which was not supported, would also roll down a bit.
Liang Minghe only recently learned that some women's clothes come with built-in breast pads to liberate the body, such as the camisole nightgown he bought for Zhou Jinqin.
He gazed at the pure white softness, his breath hitched, and then, drawn by the sight, he unconsciously followed after it.
The dense, biting sensation struck straight to the heart; after that red spot was plucked, the screams suppressed in the throat could no longer be restrained.
Zhou Jinqin, panting, collapsed into the man's arms, feeling a surge of heat throughout her body, as if she were the one who had actually drunk that nourishing soup.
Her mind was in a daze, and she was no longer able to think or resist, but simply let the man in front of her approach and entwine with her again and again.
Suddenly, in the completely dry atmosphere, Zhou Jinqin felt a surge of heat roll down her chest. She looked down in alarm and saw a small patch of blood on her skin.
She opened her eyes wide to look at the man in front of her, and said in a panic, "Liang Minghe, your nose is bleeding!"
Liang Ming was stunned for a moment, then casually wiped his nose and mouth, and sure enough, there was a line of blood.
He instinctively raised his head to prevent the blood from dripping onto the bed, but Zhou Jinqin stopped him in time.
"Don't tilt your head back, or the blood will flow back into your throat and choke you."
Zhou Jinqin guided Liang Minghe to sit on the edge of the bed and lean forward slightly to let the blood flow out naturally. Then, she gently pinched the sides of his nose with her thumb and forefinger and pressed them rhythmically for about three to five minutes until the bleeding stopped. Only then did she breathe a sigh of relief.
She was extremely ashamed and indignant, and scolded, "I told you not to push your luck!"
Liang Minghe didn't care that her hand was bleeding from her nose. He pulled her hand and rubbed it against his face, laughing shamelessly: "I was just kissing you. Is that considered pushing my luck?"
Seeing the bloodstains on his handsome face, Zhou Jinqin couldn't bring herself to say anything to blame him. She sighed, stood up, and took his hand: "Alright, go wash your face. You've turned into a big mess."
The two went to the nearest sink in the kitchen to wash their faces and hands. Zhou Jinqin noticed that his nose was still occasionally bleeding, so she found two clean towels in the kitchen cabinet, wet them, and applied them to his forehead and the back of his neck to help his blood vessels constrict and speed up the stopping of the bleeding.
Grandma was a very light sleeper. When she heard the noise outside, she ran out to see what was going on.
The kitchen lights were off, with only the streetlights outside the window providing some illumination. Grandma saw the two men standing furtively in front of the cupboard and assumed they were reincarnated starving ghosts sneaking out for a midnight snack.
"You guys didn't want to eat more tonight, but now you're sneaking a bite. What do you want to eat? I'll make it for you."
Liang Minghe turned on the light and looked helplessly at his grandmother: "Grandma, let alone eating, I'm even throwing it out right now."
Zhou Jinqin looked a little embarrassed. She pointed at Liang Minghe and explained, "Grandma, he has a nosebleed."
Grandma immediately spotted the bloodstain on Zhou Jinqin's chest. As someone with experience, she instantly realized that it was clearly caused by excessive sexual desire, something that young men and women, especially newlyweds, were bound to experience.
Grandma's worry immediately turned into smugness. She smiled and said, "Young man, you have a fiery temper, but you need to take it easy."
Liang Minghe muttered with a smirk, "I told you I didn't need any more..."
"Oh, it's just heatiness!" Grandma waved her hand with a smile, not caring at all. "At worst, I'll make you a cup of herbal tea to cool you down tomorrow. Just be careful not to overdo it tonight."
Liang Minghe's openness was somewhat inherited from his grandmother. Zhou Jinqin's face was flushed with fever. She stammered, "Um... goodnight, Grandma. It's getting late. I'm going back to sleep now. You should rest early too."
Zhou Jinqin, feeling utterly defeated, refused to let Liang Minghe touch her again that night, fearing she would get herself into trouble and that it would be too late to extinguish the flames then...
The next day, when Zhou Jinqin got up, Liang Minghe had already eaten breakfast and drunk the cooling herbal tea. He had already been called by his grandfather to the yard to help water the vegetables.
Grandma beckoned her over for breakfast with a loving look: "Xiaoqin, did you sleep well last night?"
"It's fine." Zhou Jinqin didn't dare to lift her head, afraid that what happened last night would be brought up again.
Fortunately, Grandma didn't bring up the matter to make fun of it. She poured a glass of hot milk and placed it in front of Zhou Jinqin, telling her to drink it.
Zhou Jinqin obediently drank it down: "Thank you, Grandma."
"We're all family, no need for formalities." Grandma stroked her thin chin affectionately, "You're so thin, I wonder if you'll be blown away in a typhoon?"
Zhou Jinqin blushed and shook her head: "No, I'm not too far from 100 pounds."
Grandma said, "At your height, 100 pounds isn't too much. You should gain more weight and not just focus on being thin. Health is the most important thing."
Zhou Jinqin thought this was a way of pressuring her to have children, since in the past, when relatives said such things to her cousin, it was almost always with the intention of helping her have a healthy baby.
But Grandma didn't continue the conversation on that topic. She just asked, "By the way, Xiaoqin, could you do me a favor?"
“Please go ahead,” Zhou Jinqin nodded.
"You know Xiaoming's birthday is coming up soon, right?" Grandma asked.
Zhou Jinqin said she knew.
The smile on Grandma's face faded, replaced by worry: "I want to ask you to help me persuade him to celebrate his birthday at his father's house this year."
"Doesn't it seem strange?" Grandma asked with a forced smile that didn't reach her eyes. "Logically speaking, as my former mother-in-law, I should hate and despise a man like Liang Zongqiang who is so ungrateful."
"In fact, I do hate him. I hate that he is heartless and disloyal. But one shouldn't live this life with hatred in mind all the time; it's too tiring."
"Besides, from what stand should I blame him? He's already dead. The living must look forward. He has no reason to be obsessed with the past. Letting go is the best choice for the living. He just did the most rational thing."
"To be honest, without Xiaoming's mother's contact, Liang Zongqiang is nothing to me, and I don't need to care about him. But I have selfish motives. My grandfather and I are very old, and it won't be long before we pass away. I'm afraid of dying, and I'm afraid that after I die, Xiaoming will be all alone and no one will protect him. I don't want him to live a hard life in the future, and I don't want him to always be burdened by resentment. I think that even if my father has to give up half of his heart, he should still be able to protect him to some extent because of that blood relation. So I often think about things from the perspective of what is in the best interest of the other party, hoping that Xiaoming will not hold a grudge and that they can ease their relationship a bit."
Grandma held Zhou Jinqin's hand in her palm, her aged eyes welling with tears: "Saying this might be neglecting the significance of your existence. I'm sorry, I really..."
I'm really worried that Liang Minghe is having a hard time.
My grandmother's Mandarin wasn't good, so she spoke this part haltingly and incoherently, but it still touched people's hearts.
Zhou Jinqin shook her head: "I understand, I understand what you mean."
She knew that her grandmother was just too worried about Liang Minghe's future. If someone with absolute power was protecting him, his life would at least not be too bumpy. Why wouldn't she?
Grandma sighed, "I don't expect Xiaoming to forgive him, but at least he shouldn't hate him. I think that would make him feel much better."
She gripped Zhou Jinqin's hand slightly tighter and said nervously, "You're very close to his heart, and I think he might be willing to listen to what you say, so I'd like to ask you to help me persuade him, okay?"
As people grow up, they can understand any perspective. Looking at that tear-streaked face, Zhou Jinqin couldn't bring herself to refuse.
Sometimes Zhou Jinqin thought that she shouldn't hold a grudge against her mother's past brutal control over her. She couldn't erase the pain of the past, but if she let the past be the past, tomorrow would become tomorrow. Perhaps in this way, her limited inner capacity could drive away the pain and fill it with more happiness.
In the days that followed, Liang Minghe felt that Zhou Jinqin was hesitant to speak, but he couldn't get an answer when he asked.
One night, Liang Ming gently embraced her from behind and said in a tender voice, "I don't need to know everything, but if you just keep the problem to yourself, it won't be solved. If that's the case, I'd rather you bring it up."
Zhou Jinqin let out a heavy sigh, turned around in his arms, her wet eyes fixed on him, but her voice was hesitant and nervous: "Liang Minghe, do you want to celebrate your birthday at Chairman Liang's place this year?"
"Liang Zongqiang came to see you?" Liang Minghe frowned, his expression somewhat indifferent.
Zhou Jinqin lowered her head, avoiding his gaze: "No, it was me..."
She doesn't plan to expose her grandmother.
Liang Minghe's aura deepened. He buried his head and bit her shoulder in a fit of rage, leaving a row of neat, unwilling teeth marks. Then he withdrew his hand from her waist, got up, and left her feeling cold.
Before leaving the room, he spoke again, his voice cold and indifferent, like a wisp of wind that cannot be grasped.
I thought you would stand on my side.
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Author's note: Thank you everyone for the nutrient solution! [panda head emoji]
Getting angry is self-punishment; I don't support or encourage it, so I won't stay angry for long. [heart emoji]
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