The two returned to their seats, and Zhou Jing'an served her soup and picked up some dishes as he did at home, looking calm.
Jiang Ling felt a little uncomfortable because many people had already looked at her.
She stretched his sleeve and whispered, "I can do it myself, you should eat quickly."
Zhou Jing'an raised his eyes and caught a glimpse of several gazes, and he understood.
He placed the warm soup next to her and said softly, "Don't worry about them. This soup is good. Try it."
Seeing his indifferent look, Jiang Ling had no choice but to give up and picked up the porcelain bowl.
She was only considering his image outside. If he himself didn't care, then she didn't care either.
Why not have someone to serve her?
Zhou Jing'an looked at her with a chuckle, and couldn't help but think of the scene where she was holding the child just now.
I felt itchy inside and couldn't help but gently pull her hand under the table.
Jiang Ling turned her head and was caught off guard by his deep and gentle eyes.
Zhou Jing'an's hands caressed her knuckles one by one, gently pinching her fingertips with a gentle expression that made people want to indulge in it.
"Hmm?" Jiang Ling blushed a little.
His eyes reflected her image, and his voice contained a chuckle.
"I like you so much."
Jiang Ling was startled, and the blush on her face deepened. She couldn't help but look up at the dancers dancing gracefully in the center of the hall, and then looked at the wives of officials who were toasting each other.
She glared back at him, "Someone's going to hear it."
Zhou Jing'an smiled nonchalantly, not knowing whether it was the alcohol that had stained his cheeks, or the person in front of him that had made his cheeks red, but at this moment his face showed some unruly and flamboyant look that was rarely seen before.
The hand under the table had slid to her slender wrist and was gently stroking it.
"They already know it, and I'm not afraid of them hearing it again."
He stared at her and whispered softly, "It would be better if everyone knew about it. That way, Ling'er wouldn't be able to regret it and would just have to look at me, not giving anyone else a chance."
Jiang Ling's heart beat faster and she couldn't help feeling a little embarrassed and annoyed.
How could this person not restrain himself in such an important occasion and bring up the same things he said at home?
It's really... outrageous.
She tried to pull her hand away but failed, and Zhou Jing'an held it tighter, their fingertips touching. His fingers slid over hers, and their fingers intertwined.
Jiang Ling pursed her lips and refuted him in a low voice: "You should restrain yourself. Besides, how can it be said that it is someone else's fault? What are you talking about?"
"Could it be that he is really drunk and talking nonsense?"
Zhou Jingan shook his head, "I'm not drunk, I'm speaking from my heart."
He lowered his brows and looked aggrieved for no reason.
"Ling'er is so good, I'm afraid someone else will come and snatch you from me." His voice was gentle, yet mellow like the sweet-scented osmanthus wine he had just drunk. "I'm afraid I won't win and end up losing you."
Jiang Ling was stunned, her heart beating so hard against her chest that even the singing and dancing sounds in her ears seemed to fade away.
The eyelashes flickered like a fluttering butterfly.
Zhou Jing'an looked at it and chuckled softly.
This is Jiang Ling's usual little trick. She will do this when she is shy.
Jiang Ling bit her lip and said, "There's no one else here. Stop imagining things. You're getting more and more out of control."
She shook her hand, which he was holding tightly, and lowered her eyes, "I want to eat, let go."
Zhou Jing'an rubbed her twice reluctantly before letting go. He then served her another soup, saying that this one was also delicious and she might like it, and coaxed her to drink a few more sips.
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