Chapter 46 I love you very much.
This is far from being utterly immoral.
This is even worse than being utterly immoral.
Jin Huan's face turned visibly red.
Zhong Yan remained calm even as he spoke, as if they were discussing what dishes would be served for dinner and what desserts would be available.
Jin Huan is still far inferior to his calmness.
However, there is indeed a dessert served today.
A specially blended Italian gelato, paired with cherries, is refreshing and not too sweet—a treat that everyone loves.
She didn't realize she was in a very romantic restaurant until she sat down and ate half of her ice cream. It was on the top floor, by the window, and there were only the two of them there.
Zhong Yan had booked the restaurant in advance.
Jin Huan almost thought today was some special day.
It was just an ordinary day.
She finished the small bowl of ice cream, still puzzled.
Zhong Yan had wine served.
He poured Jin Huan a glass as well.
"Try this," Zhong Yan reminded her, "It'll be a bit strong."
This was the first time they had ever drunk and eaten in such an environment. Jin Huan only just realized that Zhong Yan was dressed very formally today, not like someone who had just rushed back from a long journey. His face was refined, and his smile was gentle. In the night, his appearance was almost captivating.
Jin Huan rarely drinks alcohol.
However, she would like sweet-tasting wines, fruity ones, or beer, which leave a pleasant aftertaste; she really likes those.
He was definitely a drunkard.
The wine tastes very good today, with a light jasmine aftertaste. Zhong Yan told Jin Huan to eat something first before drinking, otherwise her stomach would be full of liquid.
"It's delicious!" Jin Huan asked him to pour her another one. She smiled, feeling dizzy, and took small sips, her eyes curving into slits.
Zhong Yan drank more than her.
He held his wine glass, having already drunk three glasses, savoring the wine with relish. He looked at her across from him, his eyes filled with tender emotions, almost overflowing with emotion.
The wind blew over, breaking it up, and people felt like they were floating.
After drinking for a while, we ate some food. The food at this restaurant was quite good, just the kind of flavor that Jin Huan really liked.
The atmosphere suddenly became wonderful, so wonderful that the girl's eyes and brows were filled with spring-like joy.
Slowly turning his brain, the tipsy drunkard finally managed to ask, "What day is it today?"
Zhong Yan stared at her flushed cheeks and whispered, "It's an important day."
She tilted her head curiously: "What?"
Zhong Yan did not answer.
Jin Huan laughed foolishly, "You're just kidding me."
She's not stupid; Zhong Yan is definitely teasing her. She's noticed that he sometimes likes to say silly things to tease her. Now that she knows, she won't fall for his tricks.
Zhong Yan poured himself another glass of wine and slowly drank it down: "What good would it do me to lie to you?"
Jin Huan nodded: "It's not good for you... but you have bad intentions."
Everyone says he's up to no good, and it seems he's already intoxicated. This wine has a strong aftereffect; even Zhong Yan can't quite handle it. He just feels a bit uncomfortable in his temples, but his mind remains clear. For him, alcohol can't make him lose his senses; it can only amplify his emotions.
He really liked this amplified sense of emotion.
Zhong Yan drank another cup, his gaze never leaving Jin Huan. Normally, she would be shy if he stared at her like that, but not now. She just looked at him through the hot air and felt that he was very arousing.
It's a kind of sexiness that only Zhong Yan possesses, radiating that kind of hormone that specifically attracts people like her.
She's such a little pervert.
Jin Huan slowly swallowed his saliva.
She recalled what he had said when she got off the bus, and the scene involuntarily appeared in her mind, so real that the details were presented before her eyes, making it hard for her to breathe.
At this moment, Zhong Yan asked her softly, "Xiao Bao, is Daddy really a bad person?"
Jin Huan answered softly, her voice breaking in the wind: "Bad."
Zhong Yan chuckled: "You little ingrate."
Jin Huan listened to him, even touching her heart to feel her conscience. She smiled, her eyes crinkling, and echoed his words, "Yes."
Her absent-mindedness sounds like she's doomed.
Zhong Yan just watched her, watching her finish the wine in her glass. She asked Zhong Yan to pour her another, but he wouldn't. The drunkard poured out the last two drops, smacked her lips a couple of times, and found it getting sweeter and sweeter with each sip.
She likes things to be sweet like this.
Drink in moderation, but not to the point of making her drunk. Zhong Yan can control himself, but this one can't. Seeing that she was about to snatch his cup, he helplessly held her hand down: "Don't drink anymore."
"Why?" Jin Huan retorted, dissatisfied. "If I get drunk, I can sleep for a long time tomorrow."
Anyway, I have nothing to do, and I don't need to go anywhere.
At worst, I'll just sleep, and keep sleeping.
"I told you today is an important day."
Jin Huan really wanted to drink, but she listened to Zhong Yan more and reluctantly withdrew her hand. She sighed and muttered to herself, "How pitiful, I'll just drink water."
This is what they call "the magistrate can light a fire but the common people can't even light a lamp." Zhong Yan finished the rest of the half-bottle himself.
I ate and drank a lot tonight, the only downside was that my alcohol intake was restricted.
I want to drink more, I really want to drink more.
Next time, I'll drink it secretly without Zhong Yan's knowledge.
On the way back, Jin Huan leaned on Zhong Yan's lap. She hadn't drunk too much and wasn't very drunk, but she felt a little weak. She could vaguely smell the alcohol on both of them, as if they were one.
Zhong Yan placed his hand on her back, creating a safe and secure protective circle around her.
The car drove all the way to the garage at home. Zhong Yan patted Jin Huan on the back and asked her softly, "We're home. Can you walk by yourself?"
Jin Huan sat up and nodded firmly: "Yes."
Zhong Yan got out of the car first and reached out to help her down. Jin Huan was just a little tired, but she could still walk. With Zhong Yan's help, she could walk even more. She was amazing; she could even walk in a straight line.
Jin Huan's stomach was already quite full, with both wine and food. Her lower abdomen felt bloated. It had been a while since she had stayed at home, and Jin Huan even thought about the way back inside.
It's already past eleven o'clock.
She walked forward, with Zhong Yan beside her. Jin Huan stared at her feet as she walked in a straight line, holding onto the railing as she went upstairs. As she walked, she remembered something and asked, "What day is it today?"
She turned the doorknob and kicked her shoes aside haphazardly. It was hot today, and she felt hot all over. It was more comfortable to walk barefoot on the floor, so she didn't even want to wear slippers. The floor was cool and pleasant to walk on.
Zhong Yan bent down and placed the slippers beside her feet, holding her ankle and helping her put her feet in. Then he straightened up, holding her wrist and pressing her towards the door, and whispered, "It's the day to confess."
He had been drinking, and his voice, tinged with alcohol, was low and pleasant to hear. Jin Huan heard it, and she felt his broad, muscular chest pressing against her, his gaze falling over her. For a moment, her mind went blank.
The alcohol made the girl's body go limp, while he remained hot and hard, and this contrast intensified their physical sensations.
"Jin Huan, I've been feeling a certain emotion lately... a feeling of liking someone." Zhong Yan could only express this feeling because of the alcohol, and his words were a bit sour and a bit cheesy, but he spoke very seriously.
He placed his palm on her cheek, cradling her face in his hand as if holding a precious jewel, very gently and carefully.
“I would never have done this before. I would never have my heart hurt over something so small. But now, because of you, I do. After seeing you cry, I think all night about what's wrong with you and what I did wrong to make you unhappy.”
Zhong Yan took her hand with his other hand and placed it on his chest, wanting her to feel the emotions there—it hurt, it really hurt.
He already knew by this point.
He confirmed this during the process.
“Our little baby is very beautiful and cute. I have loved you so much since I was a child.”
Zhong Yan's voice was very gentle, almost the gentlest Jin Huan had ever heard. As he spoke these words, so many images of her flashed through his mind: when she smiled, when she nodded obediently, and when she earnestly told him "I like you." Every image was tinged with bright colors.
Liking someone is easy to come by; it often stems from a small detail or a single characteristic, just like liking a plant or an animal. A point of attraction can arise very easily, something Zhong Yan understands best.
But when countless likes accumulate, this feeling changes; it becomes completely different.
It's no longer as simple as liking or having a good impression.
Just like how he was originally a cold-hearted person who wasn't very interested in love, in less than a year, he overturned his previous beliefs countless times and his enthusiasm for this matter gradually exceeded his imagination, even to the point that he would react as soon as he smelled her scent.
This is a terrible and obvious reaction.
What's even more terrifying than this reaction is the frequency of his heart aches.
It reached a peak when I jumped into the pool that day.
"Jin Huan, I want to love you."
He felt guilty towards her because he loved her, and he also wanted her love in return.
He understood completely.
He pressed his chin against her forehead, both of them burning hot from the alcohol. Although Zhong Yan had drunk more, his temperature wasn't as high as hers; his other parts were hotter.
Jin Huan listened to these words in a daze.
She originally thought Zhong Yan was angry with her, which was why he wasn't paying much attention to her today. She was even thinking of telling him "I love you" first, but who knew that all of these original ideas were wrong and gradually deviated from the original path, which caught her off guard.
Alcohol makes people bolder and can appropriately control their behavior, so she asked directly, "So you haven't seemed to have thought about me at all lately."
During the time she spent with her aunt, they barely communicated, hardly even exchanging good morning or good night messages... so little communication that Jin Huan always had to find reasons to comfort herself.
"Have you asked Daddy if he's sleeping well?" Zhong Yan sighed softly, as if her heart had been gently crushed, before explaining, "I'm giving you time to think it through."
He had figured out his feelings of liking and loving, but his wife hadn't. She was still caught up in a naive and innocent attraction. She hadn't fully sorted out their relationship yet, and she needed to think things through more.
He restrained himself and gave her time and space to think things through.
I barely slept at night, and when I was awake, I was thinking about her, wanting to see her, hear her voice, smell her scent, and wanting to... her fiercely.
Zhong Yan asked slowly, "Have you thought this through? I love you very much... Do you love me?"
Jin Huan nodded without hesitation: "I love it."
She speaks so simply, yet she always agrees with whatever he says… She's such a "little rascal" that's impossible to deal with.
Thinking this to himself, Zhong Yan pressed his face against hers, feeling a deep sense of helplessness. He also felt his chest tighten and his heart clench. He almost buried his head in her neck and shoulders.
"Really?" Zhong Yan whispered in her ear, his voice a little hoarse, "Xiao Bao."
He called her again, affectionately calling her, "Xiao Bao."
Jin Huan responded softly, "Mm."
After a while, Jin Huan's hand was held, and Zhong Yan said, "I have another gift for you."
Jin Huan then asked, "Why are there gifts?"
Zhong Yan didn't speak.
Rather than saying "make her happy" or "apologize," he felt it was more inappropriate to say it that way. Zhong Yan held her hand in his own, his fingers resting on her ring finger, gently massaging it for a while before slipping it onto her wrist.
Jin Huan stared at the diamond ring flashing under the light, and belatedly realized what it was.
Her breath caught in her throat.
Zhong Yan said, "It was ordered beforehand, and I flew there specifically to pick it up."
He said he was going on a business trip, but that wasn't actually the case. He made a special trip for this ring, wanting to give her the best and most suitable one, so he didn't hesitate to expend his energy like this.
The cold touch on her finger, the strange feeling of something being there, made Jin Huan stare blankly at the ring, her nose stinging with tears. She hadn't expected this to happen so suddenly.
She thought it would be on the wedding day.
This was truly the first time she had ever seen this. Jin Huan was more shocked than delighted, and she stammered. She raised her hand, stared intently at it, and after a long while, could only manage to utter, "It's so sparkly..."
Zhong Yan knew the price was high, and the custom-made item was a token of his deepest affection. He cared about these details and was even more meticulous about things he valued. He personally oversaw everything and ensured that everything was done properly.
"You'll feel wronged if you don't have a ring, right?" Zhong Yan was coaxing her, telling her that he knew all her feelings, and that outside of the rules, she was the most important, that she took first place in the ranking.
Jin Huan admitted, "Just a little bit."
“I know.” Zhong Yan placed another ring in her hand and asked her to put it on his finger as well. Once the ring was on his ring finger, he took her hand in his own, and the outline of the ring was imprinted on his palm.
“When our little one says ‘a little bit,’ it’s a lot.”
Jin Huan felt a lump in her throat, and tears almost welled up in her eyes.
She sniffed.
More than being wronged, more than feeling wronged, what I fear most is that someone will feel sorry for her grievances, treat her with care, and try to find an outlet for her grievances.
This is the most deadly.
A ring is a very important symbol of marriage. Jin Huan knows she will get one, but she doesn't know when. She will feel anticipation, disappointment, and resentment. When these emotions accumulate, negative emotions will become numerous.
She will learn to resolve things on her own.
She has always been like this.
“Xiaobao will always be my number one, always.”
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