"Jingjing, where's your Grandpa Wen? Where's Ziqing?" Feng Xueying asked casually, feeling somewhat frustrated. It seemed Ziqing still resented her. For once, she tried to be nice to her eldest grandson and personally cooked him a bowl of noodles, only to have him disappear without a word.
"Grandma Feng, Grandpa Wen went to the study, and Brother Ziqing went upstairs." Just when Feng Xueying thought that Wen Ziqing had left, He Jingjing gave her an unexpected answer.
Now, Feng Xueying had gathered her strength and climbed up the stairs in a few steps. She ran to Wen Ziqing's door. After hesitating for a few seconds, Feng Xueying decided to knock on the door.
"Ziqing, Ziqing, the noodles are ready, come downstairs and eat them quickly." Feng Xueying called out slowly and her voice was just right with a hint of kindness.
Wen Ziqing's room was silent.
"Ziqing, are you taking a shower?" Feng Xueying continued to call.
"Grandma, I'm hungry too. Is there any noodles for me?" A voice sounded behind Feng Xueying.
"Ouch! You kid, you suddenly shouted behind me and scared me." Feng Xueying turned around and saw Wen Ziyun leaning against her door. He was wearing pajamas and looked a little listless.
Wen Ziyun's room was just opposite Wen Ziqing's. Feng Xueying was concentrating on listening to the movements in Wen Ziqing's room and was frightened by the voice of Wen Ziyun standing behind her.
"Grandma, I'm hungry. I want to eat noodles too." Wen Ziyun touched his stomach and looked at Feng Xueying pitifully.
"Ziyun, aren't you living on campus today? Why are you home?" Feng Xueying was about to nod, but then she remembered that Wen Ziyun was in school today, and she couldn't help but feel a little surprised. Wen Ziyun was in his third year of high school, and with the college entrance exam approaching, the school required him to live on campus and study until ten o'clock every night, even on Sundays. Today was Wednesday, and it was truly a rare occasion for Feng Xueying to see Wen Ziyun at home.
"I felt a little unwell this afternoon, so I took a leave of absence. When I got home, I didn't see anyone, so I slept through it until now." Wen Ziyun lied with his eyes wide open. Wen Ziyun had used the excuse of being sick to come back home, but not this afternoon, but this morning. After starting to eat meat, Wen Ziyun had become particularly fond of it. Only three days into the school term, and after two days of being a vegetarian, he felt a little restless at school. So, he found an excuse to come back and have an affair with He Jingjing.
Wen Ziyun and He Jingjing stayed together in the room for half a day this morning. In the afternoon, He Jingjing went out for something, so Wen Ziyun took a nap in the room. He overslept and didn't even have dinner.
Feng Xueying looked at Wen Ziyun's sleepy appearance and finally put aside her doubts. Thinking that she had only made one bowl of noodles, Feng Xueying said softly to Wen Ziyun: "Ziyun, wait a moment! Grandma didn't know you were at home, so she only made your eldest brother's portion. Grandma will make yours later."
"Grandma, you only have my brother in your heart now and not me." Wen Ziyun pulled Feng Xueying's arm and shook it, pretending to be pitiful.
"How could that be? You're all grandma's good grandchildren, and grandma loves you all." Feng Xueying explained to Wen Ziyun, then turned around and opened Wen Ziqing's door without further ado. These noodles are not like other things; they become mushy if left out for too long.
Wen Ziyun stared coldly at Feng Xueying's back as she walked into Wen Ziqing's room, feeling so angry that he was almost going crazy.
Look! This is his grandmother, a very practical old woman. Back when his father was still in trouble, his grandmother never refused anything he wanted from the family.
And now? It was just a bowl of noodles, but he insisted on forcing it on Wen Ziqing, ignoring his own hunger. What a guy! Too damn realistic. He Jingjing was like this, and so was his own grandmother.
It's just a bowl of noodles! Who cares if it's for you? His grandmother only thinks about her eldest grandson, and there's no place for him, Wen Ziyun. Wen Ziqing, I hope you'll still be the pride of your grandfather after tonight!
Seeing Feng Xueying bending down to pick up the quilt on the edge of the bed for Wen Ziqing, Wen Ziyun sneered and turned to walk into his room.
As soon as Wen Ziyun closed the door, a pair of soft hands appeared around his waist.
Wen Ziyun was stunned and stood there without moving.
"What? Don't you want to see me anymore?" He Jingjing sighed slowly.
"Aren't you going to find Wen Ziqing? Why are you here?" In the orange light of the bedside lamp, Wen Ziyun felt a little frantic as he looked at He Jingjing's fiery red wool sweater, which looked like a wedding dress. Just now, when he stuffed the pill into Wen Ziqing's mouth, he had already prepared himself to part with He Jingjing.
But this woman actually came to tease him again. Did she treat him like a puppy? Someone who could come when she called and leave when she dismissed?
"You're so heartless! Just two hours ago, you were hugging me and calling me darling! Are you drawing the line so soon?" He Jingjing raised her charming face, a little unhappy. She was a cultivator, an almighty cultivator, while Wen Ziyun was just a mortal who could be grabbed at the snap of a finger. She was already giving him a huge favor by paying attention to him. Who gave Wen Ziyun the courage to be so presumptuous in front of her?
"I've already given the pill you gave me to Wen Ziqing, and he's passed out. Congratulations on getting your wish come true tonight," Wen Ziyun said with a straight face. He didn't know what was going on. He knew He Jingjing was a fickle woman, one who, on the one hand, was trying to seduce him into working for her, while on the other, she was trying every possible means to get into his brother Wen Ziqing's bed. He shouldn't have felt any reluctance to part with a woman like that. But the words turned sour on his lips. Was it because He Jingjing didn't want him, not because he didn't want She Jingjing?
He Jingjing glanced at Wen Ziyun and felt proud of her own charm.
In Wen Ziqing's room, Feng Xueying opened the door and saw the light on. Wen Ziqing was lying on the bed, soundly sleeping.
Feng Xueying opened her mouth, wanting to wake Wen Ziqing up but no sound came out.
The noodles are mushy, so be it! This kid must be really tired. I heard from Lao Wen that some missions in the army are life-threatening!
Feng Xueying picked up the half-quilt that was dragging on the ground and carefully covered Wen Ziqing with it. Even so, Wen Ziqing still did not wake up.
Feng Xueying didn't notice the blush on Wen Ziqing's face. After sighing, she turned off the light in Wen Ziqing's room and walked out quietly.
After Feng Xueying went downstairs, she saw the bowl of steaming noodles and went upstairs again. This time, Feng Xueying knocked on Wen Ziyun's door.
He Jingjing was still inside the door. Wen Ziyun was a little flustered when he heard the knock on the door.
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