Chapter 87 Chapter 87 "Come and pick up my wife." ...
The rich night wrapped in the dampness after the rain rushed in. There was a wall lamp left in the room, emitting a dim light.
A refreshing fragrance floated at the tip of my nose, her lips were pressed, and her long black hair was spread out on the bed.
The hot palm of his hand was pressed against her back, and the thin nightgown seemed to disappear. His tongue penetrated between her teeth and intertwined with theirs. Yan Jiu's heartbeat suddenly stopped and she clutched his pajamas.
The air was filled with the scent of roses and fresh mint. Chen Yuchu stared at her trembling long eyelashes, a doting glint in his eyes.
The hand holding her buttocks suddenly contracted, her slender neck drew a beautiful arc uncontrollably, and a sweet sound spilled from her lips.
The man's voice was low and hoarse: "Call my name."
"Chen Yuchu." Yan Jiu panted. When he was pushed, it seemed as if an electric current rushed to the end of his tailbone, and the feeling of swelling and numbness spread to every part of his limbs.
He bent down and kissed her lips. Her wet lips were like roses watered by morning dew, with crystal water droplets flowing and shining beautiful colors in the dim light.
Chen Yuchu's arms were exposed, veins throbbing as if stimulated. His deep voice was as charming as if lulling a baby to sleep, "Baby, call me husband."
Yan Jiu's small hands tightly grasped his back, biting her lips and panting softly, the sound particularly obvious in the silent night. After a moment's pause, she called out with a trembling voice: "Husband."
At the same time, her nerves felt waves of stimulation, her misty eyes stared blankly at the ceiling, tears rolled down her eyes, and flowed onto the mattress, creating a dark cloud.
Chen Yuchu's scalp was numb from the sucking. He groaned and lowered his head to lick her tears.
A faint fragrance floated in the space. Yan Jiu felt like she was floating on the clouds, her little face flushed red.
Her thick eyelashes cast a shadow on her cheek, and she felt numb and didn't want to move at all.
Chen Yuchu seemed to be in high spirits. He hooked her fingers and played with them bit by bit. His hot fingertips rubbed them, causing her toes to curl up uncontrollably. The color of the mattress became darker.
He seemed to feel it was not enough, and he slid his wet tongue across her fingers, swallowed them, and sucked them repeatedly in circles, licking her fingers until they were wet.
Yan Jiu struggled and tried to pull his hand back but failed. He could only scold him, "Chen Yuchu, you are boring."
A low laugh escaped from the man's throat, his eyes filled with intense excitement, and his sharp teeth gently bit her fingertips.
Yan Jiu seemed to be rising and falling in the clouds, and suddenly a rainstorm fell like a devastating downpour. She whimpered, and her body was surging with suffocating pleasure.
When Chen Yuchu held her in his arms, she half-closed her eyes and hummed softly twice.
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Perhaps because he was sleeping in an unfamiliar environment and was also worried, Yan Jiu opened his eyes when he heard Chen Yuchu getting up.
A low voice came, "Sorry to disturb you."
Yan Jiu shook his head, his voice slightly hoarse as if he had just woken up, "I didn't sleep well."
Looking at the sportswear in his hand, she thought, "Ready to run? Can I join you?"
He raised his sharp chin and said, "Yeah."
After Chen Yuchu took her through warm-up exercises, two figures, one in black and one in white, began running around the old house.
Taking into consideration that Yan Jiu had not exercised for a long time, he deliberately slowed down his pace, and before they knew it, they had run five kilometers.
Yan Jiu slowly stopped, his white sportswear drenched in sweat, clinging tightly to her graceful figure. He panted and said, "I'm not running anymore."
She took the water from Chen Yuchu's hand, took a big sip to replenish her water, and waved her hand, "Don't worry about me, just keep running."
There was only a thin layer of sweat on Chen Yuchu's forehead. He knew that Yan Jiu had reached his limit at this time. It was not easy to run five kilometers for the first time.
Instead of running forward immediately, he called a shuttle bus and asked the servant to take her back.
After having breakfast together, Chen Yuchu went out to work.
Yan Jiu accompanied Yong Meiru in chanting scriptures and drinking tea in the Buddhist temple.
The Buddhist hall was filled with the sweet smell of sandalwood. She felt that Yong Meiru was a little uneasy, but she was not sure where this uneasiness came from.
She curled her little finger and watched Yong Meiru copying the scriptures quietly.
The breeze gently blew through the curtains, and the white gauze skirt swayed.
Yong Meiru stopped writing, her expression kind, "Will you feel bored?"
Yan Jiu shook his head and smiled slightly, "I can't go to the pottery shop, and I have nothing to do at home."
Yong Meiru smiled, stood up, and said, "I'm old. My waist aches after sitting for a while, and even copying scriptures is becoming less and less powerful. Can you accompany me for a walk?"
Yan Jiu held her arm and found that she was trembling a little. He tightened his grip without making a sound and said, "Grandma, which scripture do you want? I will copy it for you."
Yong Meiru smiled and said, "This matter cannot be entrusted to others, otherwise it would be impious."
Yan Jiu pursed his lips slightly, "Sorry, grandma."
Yong Meiru patted her hand gently and said, "Xiaojiu, relax. It's almost time. Come have lunch with me."
Yong Meiru was right. Yan Jiu had been a little nervous since last night, and she knew the reason, because Chen Xiuyun was back.
He also gave her so many gifts.
It's hard not to think too much.
At lunch, the rest of the family was gone. Chen Hongfu and Chen Xiuyun had gone to an old friend's house, while the others were at the company. With only Yan Jiu and Yong Meiru around, she felt more relaxed.
The phone rang and the screen showed - Yan Song.
Yan Jiu's eyelids began to twitch for some reason, her fingertips trembled as she answered the phone.
"elder brother?"
"Xiaojiu, mom is missing!"
Yan Jiu's heart skipped a beat, his eyelashes trembling slightly, and he tried to keep his voice straight, "What's going on?"
Yan Song's hesitant voice came through the phone, with a sense of unreality, "Mom might want to divorce..."
Why are they getting divorced one after another?
The coincidence of these two things made Yan Jiu feel so confused and surprised, as if he was tied to a stone and falling down little by little.
"What?" Noticing Yong Meiru's inquiring gaze, she forced herself to smile calmly, "Tell me slowly."
Perhaps because Yan Jiu's calm voice infected him, Yan Song slowly recalled, "I couldn't contact my mom, so I went back home. I heard from my aunt that my parents had a big fight last night. It was so intense that my mom said she wanted a divorce."
"I didn't see her this morning, and only after watching the surveillance footage did I realize she left in the middle of the night."
Yan Jiu didn't dare to ask too much, "Did he go look for it?"
Yan Song: "Dad is very angry."
Yan Hongsheng had a bad temper, and Yan Jiu could guess it. She said, "I know."
After hanging up the phone, Yong Meiru asked, "What's the matter? Go ahead and do your work."
Yan Jiu didn't know whether they were worried about the same thing, and how much she had guessed.
Otherwise, she wouldn't have made mistakes when reciting the scriptures today, and the ink was pressed too heavily when copying the scriptures.
Although Yong Meiru has been actively taking care of herself as she gets older, her physical condition has inevitably deteriorated. This year's physical examination revealed that her heart was slightly enlarged.
Yan Jiu didn't want to make her worry more, so he made a decision in his heart.
She clenched her fingertips into her palm and smiled gently, "Grandma, it's nothing. My brother left a work document at home. I'm going home to look for it and then take it to the company."
Yong Meiru's light-colored pupils looked at her quietly for a few seconds before nodding, "Okay."
When Yan Jiu turned around, he heard her say, "You must tell grandma if there is anything."
Her eyelashes trembled, and without turning back, she said softly, "I know."
Yan Jiu rushed back to the Yan family as quickly as possible, but the house was already in chaos.
Yan Hongsheng was very angry and smashed a lot of things and refused to let the aunt clean up. The aunt stood trembling by the side, and when she saw Yan Jiu, she looked at him for help.
Yan Song's head dropped on the table without looking up.
Yan Hongsheng raised his eyelids, a sarcastic smile appeared at the corner of his lips, and his tone was cold, "Mrs. Chen is back home."
Yan Jiu felt a surge of blood rushing up. She took a deep breath, ignored his sarcastic tone, and asked her aunt to leave.
Then ask directly: "What's going on? Why are you arguing?"
"How many days have you not replied to my messages? And what tone are you using when talking to your father now? Are you interrogating me?"
After all this time, Yan Jiu found it still difficult to communicate calmly with Yan Hongsheng.
When talking to him, he always has to put on an attitude, as if he has to stand taller in order to speak properly.
Yan Jiu didn't want to waste time, nor did she want to compromise like before. She said lightly, "Oh."
"What's your attitude?"
Yan Jiu spoke calmly, word by word, "If you don't want to withdraw from this project."
Yan Song looked up in astonishment, unable to believe that Yan Jiu was actually using the project to threaten Yan Hongsheng.
Yan Hongsheng was like a snake being held at its seven inches, and could only bend on the ground but unable to escape. He could not allow this to happen.
"Mrs. Chen." His back teeth were about to break.
Yan Song stood up and stood in front of Yan Jiu, but he didn't expect Yan Hongsheng's tone to suddenly become much more relaxed.
"It was your mother who made up an excuse to quarrel with me."
Yan Hongsheng: "Mrs. Chen should know that her old lover is back."
"The feelings of childhood sweethearts are different after all."
Yan Song didn't know who Yan Hongsheng was talking about, and there was a hint of confusion in his eyes.
Yan Jiu's heart was in turmoil. She should have guessed that Yan Hongsheng knew about Yu Xue's past. But perhaps because she had been with Chen Yuchu for a long time, she had learned to keep her emotions under wraps. Her face remained calm. "No. Tell me the details."
Yan Hongsheng took a sip of wine and said, "I said the food she cooked was not tasty, and she got angry."
He slammed his glass down on the table, spilling the yellow wine. "This isn't the first time I've said that about her. Why is she so angry this time? She's even trying to divorce me. It's because she's emboldened by having someone back."
"Right, Mrs. Chen?"
Yan Jiu really hated the way he spoke so casually about what he had done to Yu Xue.
His extremely strong desire for control lasted throughout her childhood and into her marriage.
The annoying voice penetrated into her brain without any holes, whether she wanted to hear it or not.
"What's with that expression? Do you think I'm going too far? You don't know, I'm very good to your mother. But after more than 20 years, she still hasn't forgotten that man. Is it because he's richer than me?"
"As soon as he comes back, she can't wait to send him to her?"
"Does she think he'll want her if she gets divorced? He didn't want her then, and he won't want her now."
Yan Song suddenly roared: "You are lying!"
He turned his head and looked at Yan Jiu steadily, as if trying to see the answer from her face.
Yan Jiu had no answer. She didn't know what happened to their previous generation. She only knew what she saw: from childhood to adulthood, Yan Hongsheng would often confine them, beat them and scold them.
Everyone in this family is hurt.
Yu Xue, Yan Song and her.
Compared with physical violence, mental violence is just as painful.
Perhaps it is a trauma that can never be healed in a lifetime.
Apart from what she saw, Yu Xue had been enduring what she couldn't see.
I am angry that they don’t fight back and I feel sad that they are unfortunate.
A strong sense of guilt came over me.
If she had gone home earlier, if she had not ignored Yu Xue's feelings but actually listened to her and helped her get over it, would everything have been different?
The tightly closed door was opened from the outside.
The sunlight gradually spread to the ground, black Oxford shoes stepped on the floor, Yan Jiu squinted her eyes, the world became clear, Chen Yuchu was walking towards her.
She moved on her toes, but someone behind her was faster than her.
"My son-in-law, why are you here? Secretary Gao said you've been very busy lately."
Chen Yuchu's footsteps froze there. His expression was unclear against the backlight. He spoke in a very calm tone, "I'm here to pick up my wife."
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