Chapter 7 "I think I've been hooked."...
Yan Yuehe's height just reached Gou Qing's chest.
But when Yan Yuehe realized what her mouth had bumped into, she felt it was a million times more embarrassing than just lips touching lips.
After all, in classic romantic scenarios, both of them are equally embarrassed.
Now, it seems more like she's unilaterally acting like a scoundrel.
Yan Yuehe hurriedly supported herself by supporting herself below his collarbone to straighten her upper body.
"My dear in-law, I'm so sorry." She covered her sore mouth, frowned, and looked listlessly at his chest. "Are you alright?"
Are you alright?
It doesn't seem like a good idea.
The small particles that had been crushed in front of him contracted slightly, sending a strange, tingling sensation through him, and his breathing slowed down a beat.
The soft apology in his ear broke the scene that had inexplicably appeared in his mind, and Gou Qing came back to his senses.
He immediately pushed away the soft little cloud.
Gou Qing stood up, took two big steps, and unlocked the device with his fingerprint.
With a "bang," the door slammed shut, sending up fluffy lint floating in the air.
The person and dog, both blocked outside the door, looked miserable.
Yan Yuehe guessed why Atlas's father suddenly called her; he probably saw that she had followed him to the front door and had to call her to stop immediately.
Recalling his expression just now, Yan Yuehe felt that she was doomed.
It seems she has completely offended everyone.
what to do?
His dog-like daughter-in-law is still in his hands...
If we happen to "bump into" each other again tomorrow, will he still let Fatty and Atlas play together?
If he remembered her previous tactful insults, wouldn't he be even more unforgettable about the grudge over the mic collision?
Yan Yuehe hesitated before stepping forward and knocking on the door: "I didn't mean to just now. Are you alright? If you're not feeling well, you can't hide it from the doctor. That...that area has a lot of nerves, and it can be excruciating when it hurts..."
The door suddenly opened.
Before me was a man's gloomy face. He had washed his face, and his temples and forehead were damp.
"I've never been in a relationship."
"……Um?"
“Your chubby baby rode Atlas, and you gnawed on me.”
"Um……"
Seeing that he remained silent, seemingly waiting for her to speak, Yan Yuehe had no choice but to repeat herself on behalf of her son: "I'm sorry..."
"In that situation, I had no choice but to go with you. Atlas is pregnant, and the baby is still very young..."
Her voice sounded so guilty it was almost palpable.
The man lifted his eyelids and asked, "Where is it small?"
Fatty Bao, trying to squeeze through the crack in the door, innocently barked, "Woof!" No dog attacks allowed!
"I'm sorry," Yan Yuehe could only repeat.
She loves her own son, so she can't just openly admit that she's biased, can she?
Gou Qing stared at Yan Yuehe for a moment.
She was clever enough to throw herself at him by accident, yet foolish enough to not understand the unspoken meaning behind his words.
He frowned in annoyance: "Take your fat dog away."
Yan Yuehe did as she was told.
Almost as soon as Fatty's paw left the threshold, the door was slammed shut again.
Over the next week, Yan Yuehe waited seven times, but only encountered Atlas twice.
During both of these meetings, Atlas's father always had a sour face, dragging Atlas along quickly, causing the chubby boy to run the whole way and never have a chance to be affectionate with his wife.
Its incompetent old mother could only hide behind Fatty, not daring to fight for even the slightest chance for her dog son.
Yan Yuehe arrived early for a week in a row, and her unusual behavior caught the attention of the kind-hearted elderly people in the community.
On her eighth day of waiting, a group of elderly people with gray hair, wearing red and white exercise clothes, walked towards her and her dog son.
Yan Yuehe felt a sudden surge of nervousness.
"Little sister, are you waiting for Atlas's master?"
The neighborhood where Yan Yuehe now lives is a well-known "pet-loving neighborhood" in the area, where almost every household keeps small animals, so people often greet each other by calling out their pets' names.
Fatty, who was originally sitting on the steps, immediately barked twice when he heard Atlas's name.
The grandmother next to her immediately laughed: "Oh, you're good friends with Atlas."
Pangbao's appearance is that of a classic Chinese rural dog, and its憨厚傻好样 (honest and silly look) is very endearing to the elderly: "Little sister, can I pet your furry friend?"
Yan Yuehe's tension eased a bit, but she was still somewhat reserved. She nodded, "Okay, it won't bite."
"That's right." The grandparents gently stroked Fatty, who snorted contentedly. The old folks smiled broadly and praised, "Our local dogs are the most affectionate."
"Sister, let me tell you, don't wait for Atlas here anymore. Atlas's owner is always so busy, he only has time to walk the dog. One time, I wasn't feeling well and went to the community hospital to get medicine, and guess what happened?"
The other old man, acting as the straight man, asked, "What's up?"
"It was past 1 a.m. when he was walking Atlas!"
"Oh dear, isn't this abuse of a pet?"
"That's right, even pets need to sleep in the middle of the night."
Although Yan Yuehe privately felt that this in-law was rather cold-hearted, judging from his appearance, he definitely didn't seem like the type to mistreat Atlas.
After several encounters, she discovered that the other party was feeding Atlas in a "scientific elite" way. For example, last time she was worried that the chubby baby would pounce on the pregnant Atlas, but he was able to say with certainty that "he wouldn't."
When Yan Yuehe got home, she went online to check and learned that puppies can sense their mother's physical condition through scent and will instinctively protect her.
So how could a dog owner who has done so much research possibly abuse a puppy?
"Sister, sister," the grandmother called Yan Yuehe several times.
Yan Yuehe pulled herself out of her reverie and responded with a soft, "Hmm?"
"Atlas's departure times are always unpredictable, so waiting here is a waste of your time."
Yan Yuehe understood.
There's only a two-seventh chance of them meeting this week, and maybe even less than a one-seventh next week.
She smiled wryly: "There's nothing I can do. My little chubby baby just wants to play with Atlas. When he can't see him, he calls for him at home."
"This little dog is quite persistent."
"How about we add your sister to our group chat? If anyone sees Atlas go out, just let us know in the group."
"Old Li, you're really smart."
Yan Yuehe took out her phone in a daze and joined the group chat called "Live to 100 after retirement".
Her WeChat profile picture is of her son when he was little, while most of the other people in the group have pictures of flowers and plants or their pets. She doesn't seem out of place at all.
Yan Yuehe thanked them, saying, "Thank you for your help."
"Oh, no trouble at all! It's just a matter of saying a few words. By the way, little sister, do you have a boyfriend?"
The elderly folks are kind-hearted; they are not only happy to help others, but also enjoy matchmaking.
Yan Yuehe had never experienced anything like this before. She was so frightened that she hurriedly said it was almost time for work and quickly fled the lakeside with her listless chubby baby.
Yan Yuehe no longer needs to get up early, but the retired spies who keep her informed can't guarantee that she'll run into Atlas every day.
In order to earn money for her dog son and her living expenses, Yan Yuehe has just started a new comic book and submits the manuscript every Monday.
The greedy puppy got a taste of sweetness, and if it couldn't see its wife for even a day, it would lie down at her bedroom door and howl.
Shouting in the yard is noisy enough, but howling at the door of the room is even more damaging.
Ms. He Yanli noticed with just one phone call that her daughter was in poor spirits and listless.
After finding out the reason, she said with a mix of laughter and tears, "Fatty has used this trick to get you under his thumb."
Yan Yuehe's maternal grandparents were from Northeast China. They moved to the South when they were doing business in their early years. Although Ms. He Yanli only returned to her hometown during holidays, her straightforward nature remained: "Don't get caught up in internal conflicts. Discuss it with the owner of that dog, A, and walk the dog together."
Yan Yuehe never hides her weakness from her mother: "Atlas's father especially dislikes Fatty. I don't dare to discuss it with him, for fear of being rejected."
“What’s there to be afraid of?” Social butterfly He Yanli waved her hand. “Right now, I’ll teach you how to chat.”
Yan Yuehe had no choice but to shamelessly open Atlas's father's chat window.
"Since you're asking for a favor, first adjust your attitude and greet him politely. After greeting him, directly ask him when he plans to walk his dog today."
Yan Yuehe propped her chin on one hand and tapped on the keyboard: "Good morning, my dear in-law. When are you and Atlas going out today?"
They also forwarded He Yanli's cute puppy emoji with one click.
A few seconds later, Yan Yuehe wailed, "Mom, he just replied with a question mark. Does he think I'm speechless?"
In the small box at the top right, Ms. He Yanli touched her chin and said, "He replied instantly, so there's a chance."
Yan Yuehe: ?
"Keep going straight to the point, just say that Fatty wants to see his wife."
Yan Yuehe obediently did as she was told.
Upon receiving the message, she immediately looked up and reported, "Mom, he replied with a string of ellipses. He must be really speechless now."
"If you hate Fatty so much, why are you still replying to her messages? You really have a chance."
Yan Yuehe: ? ?
"Keep asking him what time he's leaving."
Yan Yuehe felt utterly devastated after receiving the reply: "He said he slipped away today."
Ms. He Yanli disagreed: "Then ask about tomorrow, and then ask about the day after tomorrow. Nongnong, you either have to be ruthless and beat up Pangbao to stop it from barking, or... take Pangbao and launch a strong attack."
“What did I see on that TV series the other day? It’s still a bitter fruit, isn’t it? A little bitterness is no problem, just dip it in some sugar and eat it.” Ms. He Yanli slammed her hand on the table with great force: “Go ahead, as your mother’s child, you can definitely do it.”
Yan Yuehe: ...Can she really do it?
She didn't know either, so she could only listen to Ms. He Yanli and keep going straight to the point.
Yan Yuehe: "My dear dog, when are you going to walk the dog tomorrow?"
Gou Qing replied coldly, "I don't know."
Yan Yuehe turned around and looked at her pitiful dog son: "In-law, could you please invite me when you take the dog for a walk tomorrow?"
She really sacrificed so much for Pangbao!
Gou Qing: "..."
Yan Yuehe stared at her phone for a long time, unsure whether it was a yes or a no.
On the other side, Gou Qing put down his phone.
He kicked Yu Zhi, who was squatting on the ground petting the dog: "Hey."
"I think I've been hooked."
A note from the author:
Nongnong: Walking the dog?
Gou Qing: She's hooking up with me!
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