Chapter 43 Important Matters in Life: Does He Know You're Married?
Influenced by the secretion rhythm of plant hormones, bamboo grows much faster at night than during the day.
Humans are also like bamboo in a certain sense. In a dark and ambiguous atmosphere, emotions are always more restless and active, and accidents often happen here.
Liang Minghe adjusted his breathing rhythm, exerted a little force with his forearms, and lifted the woman who was sitting on his waist and abdomen up, holding her as they stood up together.
Suddenly lifted off the ground, Zhou Jinqin, acting on her brain's self-preservation mechanism, haphazardly wrapped her entire body around the man's sturdy frame to avoid falling.
"Why did you suddenly stand up?" Zhou Jinqin asked him, still shaken. Her eyes, reddened, widened slightly, like a startled, wet fawn.
"Hold my neck tight." Liang Minghe's slightly rough hands grasped her slightly fleshy thighs, his fingertips pressing into the delicate skin to create a slight indentation. He helped her, or rather, lured her to wrap her legs around his waist, and then said with a smile, "I'll go turn on the light."
Zhou Jinqin glared at him: "Just turn on the light, why do you have to carry me there?"
"I don't want to be separated from you, but unfortunately I don't have the ability to make the kitten turn on the light, so this is the only way." Liang Minghe's dry voice was accompanied by a warm, moist laugh.
He carried the person toward the switch, and with each step, his body was pulled and bumped back and forth. Even after pressing Tianming's switch, he could not suppress the growth of his restless emotions.
Liang Minghe sighed softly, relented, and let go, placing the person down on a nearby dresser.
Standing and sitting, the height difference between the two was almost eliminated. Liang Minghe placed his hands on the countertops on either side of Zhou Jinqin and tilted his head back to kiss the tip of her small, round nose.
"When did you learn how to tame a kitten?" The man's hot breath brushed against his face, as if deliberately teasing him.
The room had been relit, and Liang Minghe's crimson eyes fell into view, like two pools of pink water sprinkled with flower petals, shrouded in a misty haze.
It was a perfectly ordinary topic, yet Zhou Jinqin's heart trembled violently.
“When you went to Shanghai on a business trip,” her voice trembled, “sometimes you would sleep with the lights on, and when you woke up the next day you would find that the lights were off. After studying it for a few days, you finally realized that it was Tuantuan making the movements.”
Liang Minghe's lips moved upwards, landing on her restless, trembling eyelashes, his voice soft and gentle: "Why do you sleep with the lights on? Are you scared at home alone?"
"Hmm...no." Zhou Jinqin gently shook her head against his soft lips, speaking shyly, "It's just...it's just that I'm a little unaccustomed to you not being around."
It was like a rain shower that knocked the blooming flowers to the ground, making people unconsciously feel a little tenderness.
Liang Minghe wanted to meld her into his body and completely possess her, but if it really came to that, he would truly be the arrow on the bowstring that had to be released.
He restrained himself, gently touching her clean cheek and trying his best to coax her with a smile: "Then I won't go anywhere else from now on, I'll stay by your side."
“No way, you have your own life, you don’t have to belong to me all the time.” Zhou Jinqin spoke slowly, her voice light as the wind, but it definitely reached your ears. “I know, I just thought… cough, I missed you back then, it’s not a big deal.”
Liang Minghe looked into her eyes and said with a smile, "No, it's not. You thinking about me is also a major event in my life."
Zhou Jinqin blushed and pushed him away: "There are so many people in this world who miss you, don't you have too many important things to do in your life?"
"Really?" Liang Minghe smiled. "But I don't want them, I only want you."
Seeing that the person in front of him was about to get a new fever, Liang Minghe remembered that she had just started her period and dared not tease her anymore. He only lightly touched her lips and lingered for a while.
He stepped back slightly, picked the person up, and asked, "I bought a cake, would you like some?"
"What day are we celebrating?" Zhou Jinqin asked him curiously.
“Can’t we celebrate if it’s not a holiday?” Liang Minghe patted her head. “I just felt you’d worked hard overtime, so I wanted to comfort you.”
Zhou Jinqin smiled and said, "If I had met you when I was working at the hospital, given how much overtime I was doing, I would have been a big fat person by now."
Liang Minghe pinned a cute little sheep hair clip to her head and laughed, "I should have met you sooner, you wouldn't be so thin now."
“I’ve gained quite a bit of weight in the month I’ve been with you,” Zhou Jinqin said, winking at him.
"Really?" Liang Minghe suddenly bent down and lifted her up from her calves, carrying her like a child onto the scale next to him. He looked at the number on it and said with a smile, "She's only gained two pounds. She still needs to work harder."
Liang Ming often used this method of weighing Tuantuan, who was always restless, but she wasn't a nagging little cat. Zhou Jinqin blushed as she thought about it.
Liang Minghe helped her sit down in a chair, scooped a spoonful of strawberry cake into her mouth, and then began to show her the gifts he had brought back for her from his business trip.
She had everything from clothes and jewelry to dolls, and Liang Minghe even carried back a heavy, fragile ceramic cup for her.
Zhou Jinqin smiled helplessly: "Don't you find it tiring?"
"I thought it would suit you perfectly when I saw it, so I just bought it on a whim." Liang Minghe pointed to the little girl eating cake on the cup, "Look, doesn't she look just like you right now?"
He's always like this; whether he's out or online, he always buys something suitable to give to the right person.
Before, they were just family and friends, but now there's another one: her, and a cat she brought home.
Watching Tuantuan happily rolling around with the little fish toy in his mouth, Zhou Jinqin's heart softened again. She wrapped her arms around his waist and whispered in a hoarse voice, "Thank you, really."
Liang Minghe gently touched her warm face and sighed, "I don't like it when you say polite things."
“I take it back.” Zhou Jinqin smiled shyly. “What I really wanted to say was that I really like it, and I’m happy that you always remember me.”
“Then I’m not tired at all.” Liang Minghe smiled and tapped her heart. “For me, emotional value is far more precious than anything else.”
Looking at the woman carefully packing gifts on the ground, Liang Minghe hesitated before speaking, "Oh, right, I also visited your mother this time..."
Zhou Jinqin's hand suddenly stopped moving, and she looked at him blankly and helplessly.
“I’ve occasionally seen you staring blankly at her profile picture, and I guess you’re probably worried about it too,” Liang Minghe explained, pursing his lips. “So I took the liberty of checking her out. I’m sorry.”
Liang Minghe's broken relationship with his father made it impossible for him to interpret the relationship between mother and daughter in a detached manner. He could not act as a peacemaker or a matchmaker. He could have stood by and watched this terrible family relationship without any emotion, but he could not bear to see Zhou Jinqin's sad tears.
Human emotions are complex. When Zhou Jinqin left home, she felt that she had made up her mind and completely severed ties with her family. But it was probably blood ties that kept her connected. Her heart was clearly not truly able to sever ties.
Zhou Jinqin blinked slowly, her dry voice hoarse: "Is she alright?"
Liang Minghe said, "Fortunately, she still doesn't like me, but perhaps because of our relationship, she still invited me to stay for a meal."
The meal was extremely silent. At the end, Lü Jianying returned the card Liang Minghe had given her, saying, "I won't sell my daughter."
Zhou Jinqin's feelings were mixed. She couldn't look at her mother's past violent control without any resentment, nor could she accept her mother's current seemingly weak and ingratiating behavior.
She hoped to become an indifferent person, but it could only be a hope. A person's personality is written by God when they are conceived, and it cannot be forcibly changed later in life, just like her cowardice, just like her incomplete hatred and love.
My heart felt like it was on a beach, with the tides rising and falling, and suffocation and breathing alternating.
Zhou Jinqin couldn't hold back her tears. Just as Liang Minghe had said, she didn't hide them; instead, she let them flow freely in his arms.
Suppressed emotions poured out with tears, releasing the pent-up pressure. Even though the situation was never resolved, Zhou Jinqin felt inexplicably light when she woke up again.
Jia Yang's clothes were sent to the dry cleaners by Liang Minghe. When they were brought back, they were carefully packed in a paper bag. Liang Minghe even put a seal on the opening so that Zhou Jinqin could not touch the fabric at all.
A strong sense of jealousy.
Zhou Jinqin smiled helplessly and handed the bag to Jia Yang: "I'm so sorry to have troubled you before. I don't know how to thank you enough. If I ask you to have dinner again, will you think I'm bothering you?"
Jia Yang took the well-packaged bag and smiled, "Don't worry about it, I think anyone would have helped in that situation."
Zhou Jinqin shook her head: "One thing at a time. It's a fact that you helped me. Even if someone else had helped me that day, I would still have thought about repaying them."
Jia Yang suddenly thought of the male student she had met at school and subconsciously asked, "What about that male classmate? He also borrowed your clothes. Are you going to treat him to a meal too?"
After the words were already out of his mouth, Jia Yang realized that he had crossed the line. He tugged at his collar and said awkwardly, "Sorry, I just felt that you didn't need to be so polite with me."
Zhou Jinqin didn't pay much attention and still answered the previous question: "If I could, I would probably thank him, but unfortunately I don't have any of his contact information."
She shrugged, her delicate eyebrows curving into a slight smile: "Besides, I guess he would rather spend his time on my friends."
A gentle breeze swept by, easily dispelling the melancholy that had been weighing on his heart. Looking at the woman's gentle and serene smile, Jia Yang unconsciously felt a sense of relief wash over him.
He lowered his eyes and spoke softly, "If you really can't let go, then could I ask you for a favor?"
“Of course,” Zhou Jinqin nodded. “Is there anything I can do?”
Looking into her doe-like eyes, Jia Yang's Adam's apple bobbed involuntarily. He coughed lightly and said, "If you're free next Saturday night, could I invite you to my performance?"
Jia Yang and some friends formed a band. This year, they arranged an independent performance without any singers. Because they were worried that without the fan base brought by the singers, the number of attendees would be too small and embarrassing, so he asked Zhou Jinqin to help fill in the numbers and support them.
When Liang Minghe heard the news, he raised his eyebrows slightly. If this was a band with no fan base, what reason would the organizers have to invite them to perform a show that was destined to lose money?
Seeing that he wasn't smiling, Zhou Jinqin leaned closer and asked, "You don't want me to go?"
Liang Minghe leaned back against the dresser, pulled the other person close with his arm, and shook his head: "No, making friends is your right, I won't interfere."
"Then why do you look so unhappy?" Zhou Jinqin asked, staring intently into his eyes.
Liang Minghe pinched her cheek: "It would be strange if I could laugh when my wife goes to see other men."
"What?!" Zhou Jinqin blushed and pushed him away. "You're just teasing me!"
She ran to a distance, turned her back to Liang Ming, and squatted down to tease the cat. The light pink on her face stained her white neck, making her hair appear even darker. Her white skirt fluttered, stirring up a pool of water? Or a restless heart?
Looking at her slender and lovely figure, Liang Minghe suddenly asked, "Does your colleague, friend, and temporary idol know that you are married?"
Zhou Jinqin was focused on the cat and didn't pay much attention to his words, simply saying casually, "I don't think I said that. Is it that important?"
“That’s true.” Liang Minghe downed a glass of ice water, his tone turning cold as he muttered to himself, “It’s just an extra piece of paper, it won’t hinder anything.”
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Author's Note: Chapter Summary: Jia Yang is jealous of Liao Zhengqing, and Liang Minghe is jealous of Jia Yang. These two are practically lemons! [Lemon][Lemon]
Artists are naturally prone to overthinking. From Xiaoming's perspective, Jiayang is like this—is he married? [Crying emoji] Oh well, it's okay, being a mistress for love is fine too. [Pity emoji]
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