Chapter 19: Sit up here and feel sorry for me?
On the way back, it was during the weekday rush hour. The traffic flowed like migratory birds, moving in a predetermined direction, stopping and starting.
Zhou Jinqin, traveling on this journey, is the same; the warm heart hidden within her body is also like this, occasionally restless, unable to remain calm all the time.
She glanced sideways at the composed man in the driver's seat, covered her face which was still burning with fever, and muttered, "You always say things that make people's hearts flutter. I seriously suspect you have a people-pleasing personality."
Zhou Jinqin herself did not expect that her words would make her blush even more than her ambiguous actions.
Her heart was pounding so hard that it made the other organs in her body want to protest.
While waiting at a red light, Liang Minghe turned to look at her and said seriously, "Even so, I will only try to please you."
"Sweet talk," Zhou Jinqin muttered under her breath.
Liang Minghe pretended to be very sad: "The way you put it makes it sound like I only gave verbal emotional value."
Zhou Jinqin awkwardly looked away, and added in a low voice, "Of course, there were also very important actions and contributions."
"Beyond actions, you also provide emotional value," the man smiled again instantly. He raised an eyebrow and asked her leisurely, "Don't you think marrying me is a good deal?"
Zhou Jinqin kept her head down, too ashamed to utter a single word.
In fact, Liang Minghe wasn't curious about her answer. He didn't press her for details. He just happily tapped out the rhythm of the random music on the radio, occasionally humming a few lines. He was completely at ease and showed no shame after his boastful behavior.
On the contrary, Zhou Jinqin's heart was lifted by him. If she remained silent any longer, she thought she would be the first to lose her composure. After a moment of silence, she decided to bite the bullet and choose another topic to distract herself.
She then asked about Liu Xiaoyue's situation: "I feel I need to apologize to my grandfather when I get back for paying Liu Xiaoyue's room fee without her consent."
For most landlords, the first factor in choosing tenants is usually their stability. Solving the current problem is only temporary; what about later?
If the root cause is not addressed, the tenants' debts will snowball, and at that point, from what standpoint will Zhou Jinqin continue her ineffective acts of kindness?
Liang Minghe did not respond to her words, but simply asked, "Do you remember what Grandpa said back then?"
Zhou Jinqin thought for a moment and said, "Let's see if they have any difficulties."
Liang Minghe smiled and said, “You see, he never intended for us to come and collect rent or kick people out.”
The tenant had been in arrears on rent for six months; how could the grandfather not know about it?
“My maternal grandparents only had one child, my mother, who passed away from illness when I was sixteen.” Liang Ming spoke of the past with unusual calmness. “They always felt that they hadn’t accumulated enough good karma, that they had hoarded most of their wealth and blocked the paths of many people, which led to my mother’s untimely death.”
“During that time, they were very enthusiastic about doing good deeds and accumulating merit. On the one hand, they hoped that I, as their only descendant, could live to be a hundred years old, and on the other hand, they also prayed that they could live longer so that they could spend more time with me.”
“But as I get older, the number of people my age around me gradually decreases. They inevitably feel anxious and uneasy, and they begin to realize that they won’t be the ones who can truly accompany me for the rest of my life. So they start to urge me to get married with great anxiety.”
"They don't know you well enough, but because of me, they will naturally spoil you. There is a selfish reason behind this. They hope that you can accompany me to the end and live a long life. So they intentionally entrust this kind of work that may accumulate good karma to you and me."
The car was parked precisely in the designated parking space in the garage. Liang Minghe's hands tightened and loosened on the steering wheel. He said, "I'm not saying this to put any pressure on you. You don't have to be with me forever. I just want you to know that they didn't mean any harm, so please don't complain about them."
Zhou Jinqin finally understood why those documentaries always liked to hire Liang Minghe as the narrator. He was very good at storytelling, and when he narrated, he spoke in a gentle and detailed manner, making the listener feel as if they were there, and their emotions were drawn in in an instant.
With her eyes stinging, Zhou Jinqin looked at the somewhat dejected man in front of her and felt a pang of sadness in her heart.
Seeing that she looked like she was about to cry, Liang Minghe's heart softened, and he smiled and teased her, "Feeling sorry for me?"
This time, Zhou Jinqin wasn't ashamed enough to run away. She looked steadily into the man's eyes, gave a soft hum, and asked, "Is it not allowed?"
“Of course,” Liang Minghe said with a smile, “but like you, I prefer actions to words.”
Knowing full well that the other person was deliberately teasing her, Zhou Jinqin took it seriously. She unbuckled her seatbelt, sat sideways, cupped the man's face in her hands, and placed a light kiss on the center of his right cheek.
Liang Minghe was clearly surprised by her actions; his slightly parted lips trembled, and he remained silent for a long time.
Zhou Jinqin's face flushed red, but she still managed to mimic his tone and retort, "What? Are you stupid?"
"Hmm." Liang Minghe readily accepted the title, pulling her hand close to his face. "But if she's an idiot... it's understandable for her to take advantage, isn't it?"
"What do you want?" Zhou Jinqin, like a little fish, had taken the bait again without realizing it.
Liang Minghe adjusted his seat back, patted his thigh, and looked at Zhou Jinqin with intense eyes: "Get in."
Zhou Jinqin was eager to know how Liang Minghe had trained himself to speak such erotic words with such composure. She was so flustered that her eyes darted around and lost their focus. She stammered, "We're still outside, you...you shouldn't do anything reckless."
Liang Minghe laughed so hard his chest heaved noticeably: "Teacher Zhou, I just wanted a hug, is that considered inappropriate?"
He deliberately raised his voice, making it seductive and alluring: "Or are you thinking of something else, Mr. Zhou?"
Zhou Jinqin was almost losing her mind. She tried to open the door and escape, but a large hand wrapped around her waist.
The man's voice was low and sexy: "Please, okay?"
The professionalism of the job is immediately apparent, making it difficult for people to utter any words of resistance, and also making it hard to maintain what little composure they have left.
With a "bang," Zhou Jinqin slammed the door shut again.
She kept her head down, refusing to look at him, and whispered to Liang Minghe, "Then you must keep your word and absolutely not do anything excessive outside."
"Hmm," Liang Minghe replied. "I've always been a good boy. I've never done anything beyond your permission."
Thinking about it, it's true. Even sharing a bed was something she brought up herself.
Zhou Jinqin breathed a sigh of relief and compromised, "Alright then, but don't hug me for too long..."
After receiving an affirmative answer, Zhou Jinqin blushed and tiptoed onto Liang Minghe's strong thighs.
This wasn't the first time she'd sat here; she'd even had two previous experiences, but this time it still presented Zhou Jinqin with a considerable psychological challenge.
She sat tensely near her knees, her eyes darting around outside the car, as if afraid of being seen by strangers.
Liang Minghe chuckled softly, then reached out and pulled her down to his chest, his arm around her back.
His warm breath brushed against her ear: "Don't worry, my parking space is in the corner, no one will come."
"Mmm..." Zhou Jinqin pressed herself against the man's chest, her ears filled with the sound of his rapidly beating heart.
With the air conditioner running, the skin pressed against it felt like it was burning. Zhou Jinqin suddenly thought that Liang Minghe's body temperature was even higher than that of Shenzhen in July.
Just as Liang Minghe had promised, all he asked for was a hug, and nothing more.
The two remained pressed together quietly, perhaps for five minutes, perhaps for ten minutes, or perhaps even longer; Zhou Jinqin's world had transcended time.
Finally, having absorbed enough energy, Liang Ming helped her sit up. He patted her back and said in a hoarse voice, "Alright, get up."
Zhou Jinqin responded, but did not move.
Liang Minghe looked down at her face: "What's wrong?"
Zhou Jinqin said embarrassedly, "My legs are numb..."
Liang Minghe laughed silently for a long time, and Zhou Jinqin angrily punched him in the chest: "Isn't it all your fault?"
"Hmm, it's my fault for being too greedy." Liang Minghe cupped her fist in his palm and coaxed her, "Then I'll punish you by carrying you back home."
Zhou Jinqin refused to do something so shameful, insisting that she could do it, but her legs just wouldn't cooperate. In the end, Liang Minghe had to help her home like an old lady.
We didn't run into any neighbors along the way, but we did see Kong Feifei at home.
Tuan Tuan has a strange habit: used cat litter must be scooped out, otherwise it would rather hold it in than use a dirty litter box.
In the afternoon, Liang Minghe saw Tuantuan meowing at the monitor and immediately knew that the other party was urging the cat owner to do some work. At that time, he didn't know when he could go back, so he temporarily asked Kong Feifei, who happened to be around nearby, to come over.
Seeing the two of them being so intimate, Kong Feifei couldn't help but tease them, "You two are such good friends, why are you even sharing a bed? I happen to have two deliverymen around here delivering furniture. Since they're going to be leaving empty anyway, why don't you just have them take that useless little bed away?"
"Besides, you already have enough stuff at home. If you add a bed, will there even be room to put your feet down?"
"Give our little kitten more space for parkour, look at that big belly, when will it ever slim down?"
These words sounded as if Liang Minghe was encouraging the other party to speak up for him, so he quickly tried to prove his innocence to Zhou Jinqin.
"He said it himself; I didn't instruct him."
Zhou Jinqin glanced at him with some skepticism, but ultimately didn't pursue the matter.
Although Kong Feifei's words were a bit exaggerated, there was indeed no need to put a large item in the house and take up space. Besides, when she suggested that Liang Minghe sleep in her bed, she never thought that the two of them would have to sleep in separate beds in the future...
Zhou Jinqin thought for a moment and said, "If it's convenient, please have someone come and move it."
Kong Feifei pouted triumphantly at Liang Minghe: "Alright, I'll call the craftsman over to move it right away."
After one phone call, two deliverymen arrived at my home in less than ten minutes. One of them was the same guy who had insisted on taking aphrodisiacs when they delivered the bed last time.
When the other party saw Liang Minghe, their expression was somewhat strange and aggrieved. Before leaving, they couldn't help but ask, "Boss, did you manage to buy a more affordable and effective aphrodisiac than mine?"
Amidst the astonished expressions of the crowd, Liang Minghe's lips trembled slightly as he gritted his teeth and said, "I! Absolutely! Don't! Need! This!!"
This is fine to joke about in private, but it's not appropriate to discuss it in front of someone's wife. Kong Feifei quickly chased her master away: "What nonsense are you talking about? If you keep opening your mouth and shouting, I'll fire you."
He smiled obsequiously at Zhou Jinqin as he spoke: "Oh, that's just how people are. To sell their family's folk remedies, any man they talk about will become an impotent man. Don't take it personally, though."
He patted Liang Minghe's chest and assured him, "Xiao Ming is in good health. Besides, you know best whether he's capable or not. Why do you need other people's opinions, right? Hahahaha."
Zhou Jinqin lowered her head awkwardly and remained silent; she really didn't know...
Before going to sleep, Liang Minghe suddenly spoke seriously in her ear: "I'm really good."
Zhou Jinqin froze, thinking he was going to say something about testing on the spot.
But then they saw this simple, honest man pull out their premarital medical examination report. Liang Minghe even turned to the page on reproductive system examination, where all sorts of indicators, including vitality, size, texture, shape, quantity, and hormone levels, were clearly written as affirmations of him.
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Author's note: Thank you for the nutrient solution! [doge emoji with rose in hand]
Xiao Ming: My biological age is eighteen [angry]
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