Chapter 38. Lie down by yourself.
The matter of being eager to return home.
The high-speed train arrived in the afternoon, around 7 p.m. Jin Huan took the bus back to school with everyone else. Teacher Tan asked Jin Huan whether she wanted to sleep at school or go home tonight, since she had to get up early for class tomorrow.
"Someone's here to pick me up." Jin Huan showed no signs of fatigue from the long journey; on the contrary, she was very excited. She grabbed her bag and ran out, rushing down the steps, the ribbons on her clothes fluttering behind her.
This was the first time Jin Huan had ever felt this way.
It's like looking forward to meeting someone, like having a can of orange soda in your heart. With each step you take, the soda vibrates, and as soon as you unscrew the cap, the bubbly water overflows.
Meeting Zhong Yan is like opening and closing this lid.
Zhong Yan probably wants to see her too.
Just thinking about it amplifies my anticipation, and the double soda is even more powerful; my heart feels like it's about to explode from the shock.
Zhong Yan had just come from the company. He personally drove to pick her up. Jin Huan got into the car and sat down. Only then did she start panting, her chest heaving noticeably. Zhong Yan handed her a bottle of water, patted her back, and said helplessly, "Why did you run so fast?"
When he saw her from afar, he felt like he could fly away.
"I'm so happy." Jin Huan took a sip of water and looked at Zhong Yan. "I'm so happy to see you."
Perhaps because he said he hadn't slept well, Jin Huan noticed that his eyes looked tired, with a few dark circles under them, and he didn't seem as energetic as before, which made Jin Huan frown.
Zhong Yan hummed in response. His calm demeanor made Jin Huan momentarily doubt that he had sent the previous message. However, she quickly dismissed this doubt and began to share with Zhong Yan what she had seen and heard over the past few days.
As she was speaking, Zhong Yan leaned over, pulled over the seatbelt, and helped her fasten it.
Her hair brushed past his ear, the ends turning into a fluffy little tail, but Jin Huan didn't hear it. She paused, turned her head, and continued speaking.
As Zhong Yan listened, the car drove off.
Zhong Yan always indulged Huan when he heard her speak.
When she speaks, a vibrant life force bursts forth, like tender shoots emerging from fresh soil, verdant and fresh.
The car stopped just as the light turned red at the intersection, and Jin Huan's words abruptly ceased.
Zhong Yan turned to look at her: "Aren't you going to talk about it?"
Jin Huan responded slowly, then, remembering that she had been the one talking and Zhong Yan hadn't said anything, she asked worriedly, "Am I being too noisy?"
Zhong Yan smiled faintly: "So cute...where's the noise?"
Unexpectedly praised again, Jin Huan clenched her hands, the words she was about to say stopped, and she suddenly didn't know where she was.
Zhong Yan always managed to suddenly say something that would unsettle her and catch her off guard.
Perhaps this is a natural talent of intelligent people; they don't need to put in much effort and can do it effortlessly.
Zhong Yan certainly thought so.
I think cute people are those who don't have to do anything; just sitting there makes you feel that they're cute just by looking at them. Their hair is beautiful, their eyes are beautiful, everything about them is beautiful.
It's such a blessing to have her talking to me like this.
The light turned green, and the car started moving again. Jin Huan put her hands on her lap, sighed, and said that she had really learned a lot this time. She realized that there are always people more capable than herself and that there is always something beyond her reach.
"Have you had dinner yet?" Zhong Yan asked Jin Huan as they approached home.
"I ate hamburgers with everyone on the bus." Teacher Tan ordered them for everyone. Jin Huan didn't want to eat them at first, as she wanted to save room for dinner with Zhong Yan. But the hamburgers were so delicious that she couldn't resist eating one, along with fries and chicken wings.
"Are you full?"
"I'm full."
Jin Huan subconsciously touched her stomach; she had not only eaten but also drunk a lot of water, and it was completely full.
Zhong Yan: "It's good that you're full."
Jin Huan was still pondering the meaning of his words, what did "as long as you're full" mean? What would happen if she didn't eat enough? Was there no food at home today?
The answer to this question was found the moment Jin Huan stepped inside.
As they came up from the garage, Jin Huan had just reached the stairs when she bent down to change her shoes. The words she was about to say were cut off by a kiss as she stood up. It was a bit urgent and a bit heavy. Jin Huan whimpered twice and was pulled into his arms. She could feel the muscles in his arms, which seemed stronger than they had been a few days ago.
His initially cold demeanor became hot as the kiss continued.
It was scalding hot everywhere.
Zhong Yan cupped her face in his hands, and when he stopped, he pressed his forehead against hers. After a few seconds, he lowered his head and kissed her lips repeatedly.
"Is it okay if it takes a little longer?" The old man, who had been widowed for a few days, asked his wife in a low voice. He gently rubbed her face with his palm, soothingly and tenderly, making it impossible for her to refuse.
Jin Huan's eyes immediately welled up with tears. She blinked, unable to say whether it was okay or not. Zhong Yan was only asking her at this moment.
My aunt is off work today, and we didn't prepare dinner, so I asked her if she had eaten enough. If she hasn't eaten enough, she'll run out of energy in a little while.
You must eat your fill before doing anything.
That's what it means to do.
May is almost summer. The southern part of the city always enters summer quickly, often going straight from winter to summer. By midday when the sun is blazing, you even have to think about how to beat the heat. At this time, you can even drink iced coffee.
The fact that it's so hot might also be related to the weather.
Otherwise it will be too hot to handle, extremely hot.
The living room on the first floor has a new carpet with a light green pattern. It's much softer than the previous one, and even kneeling on it won't hurt. The soft, dense carpet feels a little itchy when you gently touch it, and it gets even more so when you move around on it slowly.
Jin Huan's mind was only focused on one thing.
If the blanket gets dirty, will it be easy to wash? The things Zhong Yan buys must be very expensive, so they are generally not suitable for washing, let alone being soaked in water.
The water is dripping, and if it falls, it'll be a disaster.
Jin Huan grabbed Zhong Yan's arm and said to him seriously that it would be better to go back to the room. The carpet was newly replaced, and it wouldn't be good to get it dirty, otherwise it would have to be replaced again.
So we walked upstairs.
Jin Huan wrapped her arms around his neck, gripping him tightly with both hands, her jaw clenched so tightly that sweat beaded on her forehead.
Vision was left with only one fragile foothold.
“Grandfather said that we’ll start preparing for the wedding next month.” Zhong Yan’s voice was deep and steady as he whispered in her ear, “It might be a bit complicated according to the family’s customs, but you just need to cooperate. It won’t be too much of a hassle.”
Jin Huan was in the second semester of her second year of graduate school, a crucial time for her. She was incredibly passionate about learning and devoted herself wholeheartedly to her major. Logically, she shouldn't have held her wedding at such a critical time.
But my grandfather's idea was that since he was already married and his life was stable, he should hold a wedding to announce the transfer of the family inheritance to him.
It was only natural that things had reached this point.
It's pretty much the same as what I said before.
Upon hearing "wedding," Jin Huan finally reacted: "Wedding?"
She was being held in his arms, almost like a ring, as they slowly walked upstairs together. His arm and chest muscles were noticeably stronger than before, making it easy for him to lift her weight. But the other sensations were clearly more intense and terrifying than the feeling of being lifted.
"Won't that be very troublesome for you?" Jin Huan asked him with concern, her voice trembling as she spoke softly, "Do you need to prepare all of this?"
“A large part of it is,” Zhong Yan said slowly. “After all, I’ve never been married before, so I’m not familiar with some of the procedures, which can be quite troublesome.”
Jin Huan buried her face in his shoulder, his unfocused gaze, shaken by the rocking, slowly settling on her fingers.
Bare fingers, nothing at all.
She then subconsciously looked at Zhong Yan's fingers.
Zhong Yan is usually very particular about his personal attire, especially on formal occasions, where he always dresses impeccably and takes care of every little detail. However, it seems that he never wears any accessories on his fingers.
finger.
Something on the finger.
Jin Huan was slowly pondering this in her mind. She hadn't thought about it much before because she had no concept of it, but now it suddenly came to her mind.
Seeing Jin Huan suddenly fall silent, Zhong Yan stopped in his tracks, turned his head, lowered his eyes, looked at the person in his arms, and asked in a hoarse voice, "What are you thinking about?"
Zhong Yan's veins bulged on the back of his hand as he pressed his fingers between her thighs, restraining himself from using force.
Stopping didn't feel much better than continuing, so much so that it took Jin Huan a while to realize he was asking her. Her voice already had a clear sob in it. She sniffed, lowered her head and bit his shoulder, leaving a small tooth mark on his skin.
She didn't even bite hard.
Every time she treats someone with such careful respect, it makes you want to cherish her.
"I'm thinking about weddings," Jin Huan said, sobbing. "I've never had one before."
There was a hint of regret in her voice, and knowing that she was already out of her mind when she said those words, Zhong Yan chuckled softly.
Of course, I've never done it before; things only went wrong if I had.
He smiled, and his chest vibrated.
“Sir…it’s gotten even bigger…” Jin Huan squeezed his arm anxiously and urged him, “Please go upstairs first.”
Zhong Yan frowned slightly, restrained yet gentle. He continued to climb the steps, taking larger strides, and kept talking to her about the wedding, asking her what her thoughts were about it, or if she had any wishes. After all, someone her age would have many dreams. He respected his grandfather's decision on the one hand, and on the other hand, he would try his best to fulfill her wishes.
"I'd like to go to church with you alone." Jin Huan wasn't sure if this was too much to ask, but she said it cautiously, "...Is that alright?"
“Xiao Bao, baby… don’t ask that.” Zhong Yan raised a hand and patted her head, gently telling her, “Of course you can.”
Don't use that tone, don't ask that question, it will make him feel a little sore.
Even if everything did start because of this, including agreeing to the simple behavior of such a naive child, it was all for the purpose of building his own chain of interests. Under this, Jin Huan was all too clear about his role.
These facts are so obvious, yet Zhong Yan no longer wants to bring them up.
His motives were impure; he had many other reasons.
She was very naive; she only cared about him.
Zhong Yan now felt he needed to condemn this thought of his own, as he was in a subordinate position in this regard.
Zhong Yan's throat bobbed, and the words he wanted to say welled up on his lips again, but seeing that the person in his arms could no longer hear him, he tightened his arms around him and coaxed in a low voice, "Alright, we're in the room now."
Knowing that she was weak and might catch a cold from sweating, he put her on the bed, pulled the blanket over her, leaned down and kissed her sweaty neck, the tiny beads of sweat rolling onto the tip of his tongue.
Even with the fabric pressed against her skin, she was trembling violently.
The tenderness and heartache combined to create an overwhelming feeling, and Zhong Yan just wanted to hold her tightly in his arms and comfort her as much as possible.
It seems that my feelings of self-reproach and guilt will lessen a bit.
Jin Huan had never felt that the walk from the first floor to the second floor was so long. Now she knew it. It was so long that her fingers were shaking so badly that she was almost exhausted. So she closed her eyes and let Zhong Yan hold her, unable to respond.
"Sir, this is too intimate." Jin Huan's voice was also very soft.
Don't stay apart all the time, and don't get too intimate.
"Mmm," Zhong Yan responded softly, "Do you like it?"
"I like it." Jin Huan nodded earnestly.
If she likes it, that's fine. He really wants to do something that she'll like.
So they hugged for a while longer, and as part of a long-term strategy, while giving her time to recover her strength, Zhong Yan kissed her cheeks repeatedly, gently and quietly inquiring about her recovery progress.
Until she had the strength to kiss back.
The flavor was wonderful, the catalyst for the fragrance was slow yet intense, like stacking Lego bricks, layer by layer. Zhong Yan slowly savored the taste, and then continued to talk to her about the wedding.
Aside from matters concerning the family, nothing is unattainable for him. After all, he is the one in charge of the family, and the power of speech rests with him. And his power of speech belongs to his wife, a fact she must understand.
Teaching children requires hands-on guidance, and the theory should be taught slowly. Things that they will understand later should be known early on and engraved in their hearts.
Zhong Yan paused, his brows furrowed coldly, and gently patted her before saying in a hoarse voice, "Xiao Bao, lie down by yourself for a bit."
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