Chu Wuyang: "You know that, yet you still won't let go?"
Jingmin: "You can't buy it... Chen's Congee Shop is no longer in the east of the city, you didn't know that? After Old Chen passed away, his son took over and opened the congee shop in the CBD of the city."
"Moreover, his son started a new marketing method, limiting the number of bowls that can be purchased each day."
He checked the time on his watch.
"It's 5:30 now. We'll start selling at 6 and continue until we sell out. Usually, we'll be basically sold out by 7."
He looked at her with a playful tone.
"Besides, driving there now takes at least two hours during rush hour due to traffic. By the time you get there, the soup pots will have already been washed, and you won't even be able to smell the porridge."
Chu Wuyang clearly didn't believe his nonsense.
"How do you know?"
Jingmin leaned against the edge of the bed. "Of course I know. What haven't I done for you personally? Do you think the porridge you usually drink is so easy to buy?"
Chu Wuyang's expression showed a hint of emotion.
"You went to queue up so early in the morning?"
Jingmin: "Why should I queue? I have money, I can buy things by phone with VIP service."
Chu Wuyang understood; he wanted her to ask him for a favor.
She just wouldn't say anything. She hadn't done anything wrong; she'd only told a small lie and wanted to cover it up so people wouldn't overthink it. Since it was so troublesome, then—
Seeing that she was pursing her lips and not speaking, Jingmin pulled her into his arms.
Is it so hard for you to apologize to me?
Chu Wuyang was held tightly in his arms, unable to move, her tone revealing a hint of compromise.
What do you want in return for making the call?
Jingmin pointed to his cheek.
Give me a kiss.
She had just moved a little closer when he suddenly turned his head and kissed her on the lips.
The kiss was urgent and deep, with a hint of spiteful punishment.
He took the opportunity to push her onto the bed.
"Jingmin!" she said, annoyed and embarrassed.
He chuckled softly.
"Don't worry, let Li Yan make a call, and the porridge will be delivered to your door."
"Sweetie, it's still early—let's sleep a little longer."
The room was gradually filled with soft, panting breaths.
She hummed softly as she pushed him away.
"Keep your voice down..."
"Wife—", he said in a low voice.
His fingers roamed over every inch of her most familiar place, leaving her powerless to resist and her breathing becoming intermittent.
Jingmin knew every weakness in her body, and he knew which part would go weak at the slightest touch.
Jingmin: "..."
Under his torment, her eyes reddened, her consciousness waned, and she murmured incoherently.
"...No...nothing happened..."
Jing Min heard it clearly, and it was as if some huge surprise had hit him.
He was so excited he was like a madman, and his movements became even more ruthless.
However, the hospital beds were of very poor quality, and the creaking sound continued until dawn.
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