Shen Xingzhi nestled in Yu Wenhao's arms, listening to the sound of the soup boiling in the pot.
“Yu Wenhao, I shouldn’t have compared you to others. You are really good. I was just ungrateful and didn’t realize how good you are.” Shen Xingzhi raised her head. “Just be yourself from now on. Don’t try to be like others. You are good enough as you are.”
Shen Xingzhi felt a little guilty. She always compared Yu Wenhao to others, always saying how romantic other people were.
"Don't you want me to be a playboy anymore?" Yu Wenhao asked, holding a spoon in his hand. He was an IT guy, yet he insisted on doing all those fancy things just to cater to his girlfriend's preferences.
Later on, before each time he was with Shen Xingzhi, he would first learn how to please women.
Although seeing his girlfriend happy made him happy too, he didn't know how long he could keep up this deliberate preparation.
“Xingzhi, I’m not that romantic, but my feelings for you have always remained the same,” Yu Wenhao said.
“I know. Since you’re reserved and timid, let me take the initiative.” Shen Xingzhi turned off the stove, took the kitchen utensils from Yu Wenhao’s hands, and pulled him to the refrigerator to take off his apron.
"Xingzhi." Yu Wenhao instantly understood what his girlfriend meant; she wanted to be in the kitchen.
"Hmm, it's been a while since you took the initiative. Let me satisfy you this time." Shen Xingzhi half-closed her eyes, stood on tiptoe, and kissed the man's chin. "Can we do it here?"
Yu Wenhao had been busy at the company all day and was covered in sweat. Afraid that Shen Xingzhi would find it offensive, he put on an apron and said, "Xingzhi, let me take a quick shower."
“I’m going too. I’ve been queuing for ages, and I’m all sweaty.” Shen Xingzhi followed behind Yu Wenhao.
Yu Wenhao turned on the shower in the bathroom and adjusted the water temperature so that Shen Xingzhi could shower first.
The woman took off her clothes and pulled Yu Wenhao inside: "We talked about it together."
"Xingzhi, isn't she in the kitchen?" Yu Wenhao asked.
“It’s the same here,” the woman murmured. “I’ll help you take off your clothes.”
When the woman's soft hand touched the man's shoulder, Yu Wenhao couldn't help but tremble.
He held her hand: "Xingzhi, let me apply some shower gel for you."
"Wait, rinse him with water first." Shen Xingzhi held the showerhead and sprayed water on the man. "Stand still."
Yu Wenhao stood there like a block of wood, stunned. Shen Xingzhi started to bathe him. The showerhead fell on his waist, and the man subconsciously covered it, saying, "No."
She pried the man's hand away, grasped the bulging object, and applied mousse.
Yu Wenhao bit his lip and tilted his head back, groaning softly.
Less than two minutes later, the man took a step back, put his arm around Shen Xingzhi's shoulder, and pulled her to the wall. He wrapped his arms around her and pressed his knees against her.
The bathroom is a place of enchanting beauty.
After resting for a while, the two of them, their faces flushed, dried themselves off and came out.
"Xingzhi, I should go cook," Yu Wenhao said apologetically.
"I...I'll help you," Shen Xingzhi said.
“Wait for me upstairs, I’ll call you when I’m done,” Yu Wenhao stammered.
"Oh, okay."
The man ran downstairs shyly. It was his first time doing it standing up in the bathroom, and his heart was still pounding as he recalled the experience.
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At the congee shop, Rong Yan ate two bowls of congee. Congee with brown sugar really does soothe one's mood. After eating, she felt great. She and Fu Jingsheng strolled hand in hand along Xingming Street.
At night, the city's neon lights were all lit up, and the two found a bench by the roadside to sit down.
Rong Yan leaned back in her chair and looked up at the sky: "Fu Jingsheng, how about we don't go to buy jewelry today? It's really nice here, I want to walk around a bit longer."
“Sure, the things are there, they can’t run away. Rongyan, will you be happy marrying me?” Fu Jingsheng turned to look at his wife, waiting for her answer. “Tell the truth.”
Rong Yan smiled and said, "Isn't it obvious why you're not asking? How wonderful."
“But I have such difficult family members,” Fu Jingsheng said, frowning.
“Grandma? She’s not under my control now, is she?” Rong Yan leaned her head on her husband’s shoulder. “At least I have the best mother-in-law in the world, and the best husband.”
"Really?" Fu Jingsheng was skeptical.
"Yeah, why would I lie to you?"
Rong Yan and Fu Jingsheng were still discussing how family members should get along when Shen Xingzhi called.
On the other end of the phone, a shrill female voice frequently swore.
Shen Xingzhi said her future mother-in-law had arrived, which surprised Rong Yan. Could this be quantum entanglement? Just as the topic of mother-in-law and daughter-in-law came up, her best friend encountered some trouble.
When Yu's mother arrived at Shen Xingzhi's house, she knocked loudly on the door. Shen Xingzhi was in the living room and could almost feel the house shaking. When she opened the door, she found a somewhat familiar-looking aunt standing there.
"Excuse me, who are you?" Shen Xingzhi assumed it was one of her neighbors.
"Mom." Yu Wenhao followed her out.
After she called out "Mom," Shen Xingzhi froze completely.
After a while, she came to her senses and called out, "Hello, Aunt Yu."
The middle-aged woman said impatiently, "Who's your mother? Don't call me that."
She looked Shen Xingzhi and her son up and down: "Wenhao, are you dressed like that to cook? She's wearing pajamas, aren't you going to help?"
"Mom, Xingzhi just got home from get off work. I didn't go to work this afternoon," Yu Wenhao lied.
"It's not a holiday, it's not a weekend, you don't go to work? Who are you trying to fool?" Mrs. Yu clearly didn't believe her.
"Take off your apron. How can a man go into the kitchen? It's bad luck." Mrs. Yu reached out to pull at her son's apron.
A burnt smell wafted from the kitchen.
Yu Wenhao rushed in and turned off the stove.
Shen Xingzhi awkwardly invited Yu's mother into the room.
Mrs. Yu threw her bag on the ground, walked to the kitchen, and pulled her son out: "Did I raise you all these years so you could cook for others? When have I ever let you into the kitchen at home? You abandoned me and your father and ran to Tiancheng to be someone else's servant?"
“Mom, what are you saying? Household chores should be shared by both people,” Yu Wenhao retorted to his mother.
Mrs. Yu was even angrier: "You're still defending her, Shen Xingzhi, aren't you?"
She turned her anger directly to Shen Xingzhi: "Our Yu family only has one son. You tricked him into coming to Tiancheng, abandoning his parents. What are you up to?"
Shen Xingzhi stood there without saying a word.
Seeing that she didn't react, Yu's mother raised her voice and even pointed at Shen Xingzhi, saying, "You two break up now. I'm taking Wenhao home."
"Mom, I'm not going back, and you can't say that about Xingzhi." Yu Wenhao stopped his mother.
But the more he defended his girlfriend, the angrier his mother became, and the more outrageous her words became. That's when Shen Xingzhi called Rong Yan.
Rong Yan roughly understood: "Xingzhi, don't say anything, just find an excuse to come out and wait for me downstairs."
Shen Xingzhi held back for a long time before speaking: "Yu Wenhao, Rong Yan needs to talk to me. Why don't you chat with your aunt for a while?"
She came upstairs, put on some clothes, and went straight out the door.
"Look at her, does she even respect me? She came all this way and just left without even being entertained," Mrs. Yu said in front of Shen Xingzhi.
Shen Xingzhi pretended not to hear.
After closing the door, she stood at the elevator entrance and stomped her foot.
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