Rong Yan didn't want to put Fu Jingsheng in a difficult position, especially since she wasn't angry with Fu Jingchen, but with the old lady.
“Grandma didn’t say anything beforehand, so she was wrong. I’ll talk to her.” Fu Jingsheng put his arm around his wife’s shoulder. “I know you have no problem with Jingchen. You did a good job. Even though you were angry, you still ate the meal with us.”
"Didn't Grandma just ask you to stay with him? Will she make a scene again if you come up here?" Rong Yan knew the old lady was doing it on purpose. She had heard from the maid that Fu Jingchen had come by when they weren't home that afternoon.
If I'm not mistaken, these two said something.
“She can’t do anything to me, honey, smile.” Fu Jingsheng pressed Rong Yan’s lips upwards.
"Hehehe." The woman chuckled foolishly. "Alright, go down and take a look."
She pushed Fu Jingsheng out of the room.
In the living room, Fu Jingchen was chatting and laughing with the old lady, but when he saw his brother come downstairs, his expression became serious. He pretended to be worried and said, "Brother, did I upset your wife by coming here? I already told Grandma that I can only come when your wife calls me."
“Nothing like that.” Fu Jingsheng glanced at the old lady. “Grandma, what did you and Jingchen talk about? You know Rong Yan’s cold isn’t better.”
"I didn't say anything, Jing Sheng, don't ruin the family harmony." The old lady shut her eldest grandson down with one sentence.
Fu Jingsheng nodded: "Okay, okay, it's rare for Jingchen to come over, so keep Grandma company. I'm going upstairs now."
"Brother," Fu Jingchen called out, watching Fu Jingsheng's retreating figure.
The man went upstairs without turning his head.
"Jingchen, push me to my room." The old lady was also angry and wanted to whisper something to her grandson.
Rong Yan had just picked up her clothes when Fu Jingsheng arrived again.
"What's wrong?" she asked, standing at the bathroom door.
"Grandma misses her grandson, so let them stay a little longer. I'm coming over to keep my wife company." Fu Jingsheng closed the bedroom door.
He sounded unhappy.
"Did you have a fight with Grandma?"
“Never mind them, honey, are you going to take a shower?” Fu Jingsheng asked.
"Yeah, I didn't dare use the bathtub while I was on vacation. Now that I'm finally back, I need to take a bath." Rong Yan had already filled the tub with water. "You're not allowed to come in."
After she finished speaking, she went into the bathroom and locked the door.
Fu Jingsheng stood on the balcony and looked down. His younger brother's car was still there. The man pretended to go to the living room to find a phone charging cable. Sure enough, Fu Jingchen went to the old lady's room.
Fu Jingsheng knocked on the door, not wanting the two of them to be whispering to each other.
“Brother.” Fu Jingchen didn’t expect Fu Jingsheng to come down, and stood up with a smile.
"At least she has a conscience; her brother rarely comes, so she knows to keep him company," the old lady muttered.
"Fu Jingchen, come out with me." Fu Jingsheng called his younger brother out. His grandmother was old and wouldn't listen to anything he said, so he had to remind his brother not to listen to the old lady's troublemaking.
Fu Jingchen and Fu Jingsheng came out and listened to him say a few words. The man replied, "Brother, you're overthinking it."
He denied it verbally, but he was very uncomfortable inside.
Fu Jingsheng watched Fu Jingchen leave before returning to his room.
After Rong Yan finished her bath, Fu Jingsheng, who was sitting on the sofa, quickly stood up to ask for credit: "Wife, I sent Fu Jingchen back. Is there a reward?"
Rong Yan, wrapped in a bath towel, asked, "Huh? You chased him away?"
“I didn’t rush him, he wanted to leave on his own.” Fu Jingsheng concealed his warning to his younger brother, “Next time, unless I send him a message, he won’t come.”
"Wife," Fu Jingsheng said, putting his arm around his wife's waist, "you've always been the one to call the shots in this family."
"I wasn't in a hurry to let him leave. Did you say something to him?"
"No," the man firmly denied. "Don't take Grandma's words to heart. She has intermittent episodes; just ignore her."
After taking a bath, Rong Yan's anger had subsided, and her tone softened: "I've been thinking that I was wrong too. Grandma used to live with you all, so why did she have to ask for my opinion before letting her grandson come over?"
“Whatever my wife says goes. You’re the boss in this family.” Fu Jingsheng supported Rong Yan. “Let’s not talk about them. I’ll blow-dry your hair.”
Fu Jingsheng followed Rong Yan, busying himself with various tasks.
Rong Yan stared wide-eyed in disbelief. What was wrong with this man?
"Fu Jingsheng, don't be so attentive. I'm scared. Is Grandma thinking of doing something drastic again?"
Fu Jingsheng put down the hairdryer and held Rong Yan's hand: "I'll be honest, I can't lie. Jingchen told me that Grandma called him over a few times when we weren't home. Grandma was wrong to do that and even told everyone to keep it from you. Rong Yan, don't be angry. Grandma probably doesn't believe you've forgiven Jingchen."
The man mediated.
Rong Yan already knew. She cupped her husband's face in her hands and said, "You're not on their side at all. Actually, I already know. I'm angry about this too. Why did you hide it from me? Would I eat someone? But since you're so honest and on my side, I won't hold it against you."
"Let's not talk about them. Fu Jingsheng, I still need to write for a while. Hmm, it's nine o'clock now. Wake me at eleven." Rong Yan left her husband in the room and went to the study.
The man would turn on the TV, watch videos, and go to the balcony to look at the scenery... but he couldn't concentrate on anything. He kept glancing at the time, wondering why time was passing so slowly.
I stayed up until 10:30, but I couldn't stay awake any longer.
The man tiptoed to the outside of the study. The door was ajar, and Rong Yan was sitting in front of the computer, the keyboard clattering away.
Would going in at this time disturb his wife's train of thought? But he felt too uncomfortable being alone.
Fu Jingsheng coughed, covering his mouth.
Rong Yan had finished writing a chapter when she looked up and saw her husband leaning against the doorframe.
"Wife." Without Rong Yan's permission, he dared not go inside.
"Come in," Rong Yan said to her husband with a smile.
The man ran over excitedly: "Is it done yet?"
"Okay." Rong Yan prepared to shut down the computer.
Fu Jingsheng glanced at a line of text on the screen and read: "They are sitting in front of the dressing table, the woman is drawing her eyebrows while the man follows... If he draws them crookedly, there will be a punishment..."
"Fu Jingsheng, stop reading." Rong Yan covered the computer screen, this was the sex scene she had just imagined.
“I think it’s a good idea.” Fu Jingsheng looked intently at Rong Yan. “Let’s do it like the scenes in the novel.”
Rong Yan clasped her hands together and begged for mercy: "President Fu, Boss Fu, I just wrote it randomly, please don't take it seriously, please."
He picked her up and carried her to the bedroom, saying, "I'll put up with this and see if it works out. We can't mislead the readers."
Rong Yan struggled a couple of times in the man's arms, but unexpectedly, the bow on her pajamas came undone, and her half-naked body came into the man's view.
"Half-heartedly? You wanted to?" Before even reaching the room, Fu Jingsheng kissed her lips.
Oh! Rong Yan's vision went black.
Why write sex scenes at night?
For someone like Fu Jingsheng, who can go into heat anytime, anywhere without much stimulation, showing him these things is tantamount to a volcanic transaction.
Rong Yan could even feel the man's muscles pulsating against her.
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