Chapter 80 80 "Husband..."
He seemed easily moved by her soft words.
His heart trembled as he took her hand. In the rain, tenderness spread in those dark eyes.
He said, "Okay, let's go home."
That day I returned to Chen Zan's home.
The rain was heavy with dew, and even though they held an umbrella, the moisture still soaked their clothes and hair. Chen Zhan went to the bathroom to get a dry towel, asked He Jingsui to sit on the sofa, and wanted to wipe his hair, just like he used to wipe her hair.
She knelt beside He Jingsui and wiped it carefully, patiently and gently.
The soft towel covered his entire face, and his nose was filled with her fragrance with every breath he took. He Jing rolled his Adam's apple and subconsciously curled his hands on the sofa.
"Okay." After Chen Zan finished wiping, he let go of him and took the towel off his head.
But the next second, He Jingsui raised his arms and put them around her waist, pulling her into his arms. Chen Zan pounced on him unexpectedly.
He Jing then fell back, and they both fell on the sofa, with the man on the bottom and the woman on the top.
The weather today is gloomy and the temperature is low, but only this small corner of the sofa hides the warmth that only the two of them can share.
The tips of their noses touched, and their shallow breaths mixed once again.
Her heart was beating very fast, and the throbbing sound was teasing Chen Zan's nerves. Her eyelashes trembled slightly, and she subconsciously wanted to get up from He Jingsui's body.
But he held her waist tightly.
"A Sui..."
"Don't move." His hand moved upward from her waist, finally grabbing the back of her head and pressing it against his chest. As he spoke, his chest vibrated slightly, and his warm breath fell on the top of her head.
So light, so heavy.
Let her not be rejected, "Let me hug you."
Chen Zhan's heart softened. She took the initiative to hug him, like a soft kitten, and snuggled in his arms obediently. In the quiet room, only the sound of the rain outside could be heard.
She remembered He Jingsui whom she had just met at the door of the He family's old house.
The large black umbrella obscured his face. The light was too dim, and only his outline could be vaguely seen. He looked expressionless and lifeless.
Chen Zan felt very distressed.
She knew that the relationship between He Jingsui and He Jinzhou was not very good, but He Jingsui was still He Jinzhou's son. Even if there was no love between the two, they were bound by blood.
"He Jingsui..." She leaned into his arms and murmured.
"Um?"
"Are you... okay?"
The hand that was patting her back paused slightly. He chuckled softly, his chest trembling slightly. "Are you worried about me?"
"Yeah." She nodded in his arms.
He Jingsui curled the corners of his lips in satisfaction. Then he heard her say, "I don't want you to be sad, and I don't want you to be unhappy."
"Then try to coax me more these days." He Jingsui's lips curved upwards, deliberately bringing up the time when he was ignored. "Just don't be like before."
She had indeed neglected him quite a bit during that period, and Chen Zan looked for the reasons within herself, realizing that she had failed to balance her work and romantic time.
She hugged him tightly and apologized to him, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean it."
He wouldn't be that angry with her, but he wanted to tease her a little. He pinched her face with his fingers and scratched her chin, just like he would tease a kitten.
Turning over, he switched positions with her.
It became him on top and her on the bottom.
After interlocking their fingers, He Jing then clasped her hands above her head. He leaned over and kissed her closely, bit by bit, while moist, sticky steam came into the room through the window.
She was in a trance from his kiss, her breath was hot and her lips were red.
Even breathing became heavy.
Chen Zan felt like he was trapped in an ocean filled with only He Jingsui. Some evil thoughts even arose in his mind, and he wanted to pull him aside and make his move in the next second.
"He Jingsui..."
He Jing then let go of her, put his hands on the sofa, and kept some distance from her.
Little did he know that Chen Zhan raised his hand towards him, and his slender white fingers grasped his tie, wrapped his fingertips around it, and then pulled it hard.
He approached, so suddenly that he fell into her eyes like raindrops, soaking her whole body.
Their shallow breaths intertwined in the air.
She looked at him quietly and said to him, "I'm not going to let you go."
They ordered takeout for dinner. After the two of them had their fill, Chen Zan cleaned up the leftovers on the table, went downstairs to throw away the trash, and also went to a nearby pharmacy to buy two boxes of daily necessities.
The communication with the pharmacy clerk was not smooth. She blushed and hesitated for a long time, and even avoided the clerk's gaze that was directed at her.
"Miss, what exactly do you want to buy?"
"That aspect..." Chen Zhan's voice became increasingly quiet, "With my boyfriend..."
"Oh—" the clerk suddenly realized, "You want to buy necessities?"
“…”
Chen Zan was a little embarrassed, but she had to nod. She pretended to be calm and pulled her lips towards her, a stiff smile hanging on her lips, and asked in a friendly manner: "Excuse me, is there any here?"
The clerk turned and walked to a shelf, took two boxes from it and handed them to her.
“This is the only one.”
Chen Zhan took it, glanced at the words on it, and then moved away. She didn't know the difference between these different types of daily necessities. She went to the cashier to pay and took the two boxes home.
He Jingsui was not in the living room.
Chen Zhan first went back to her room, put the things in her hand into the drawer beside the bed, and then came out. She heard movement in the next room.
She walked over and saw He Jingsui inside. He was carefully admiring the paintings about him one after another.
This was the secret she had hidden for five years after breaking up with him, and now it was exposed to his eyes without reservation.
Every character of him on the drawing paper was painted vividly by her.
There was the way he shot, the way he served as an instructor, and the way he smiled. It was as if every moment of her life had been well preserved by her.
Thousands of thoughts are swirling in my mind.
Chen Zhan walked over to him, took his arm, and leaned against him gently. "What do you think of my painting?"
His bony fingers touched the lines of the painting, as if he wanted to feel Chen Zhan at that time. He did not answer Chen Zhan's question, but asked her, "What were you thinking when you painted these pictures?"
Chen Zhan didn't hide it from him. She raised her head slightly and looked at him, "I'm thinking about you."
When Chen Zhan first arrived in the United States, she felt very uncomfortable. She was unfamiliar with the place and even the language communication often made her feel strange. At that time, the only person she was familiar with was Jiang Yu.
But Jiang Yu couldn't always be by her side. He was busy with work and sometimes couldn't spare the time. Chen Zan stayed alone in the small rental house, letting his thoughts spread endlessly.
She didn't think of anyone but He Jingsui.
She looked through the photos in her phone over and over again. She had lost He Jingsui, and these were the only ones left related to him.
She thinks about him every day.
Draw it every day.
Her three words were like a heavy hammer hitting He Jingsui's heart. He grabbed her arm and pulled her in front of him. He hooked his hand around her neck and gently stroked her cheek with his fingertips.
"Why do you miss me?"
Chen Zhan trembled his eyelashes and whispered, "Because I don't want to forget you."
So she traced his outline over and over again.
I want to carve him into my bones over and over again.
The window was not closed tightly, and the wind blew in cool moisture. On the easel near the window, the boy's unbridled laughter was vividly frozen.
He always believed that during the five years they were apart, Chen Zhan was decisive and unwavering in ending their relationship. He also always thought that in this relationship, Chen Zhan was ruthless and free and easy.
But what he didn't expect was that in these five years, she still loved him as much as before.
Her love for him never stopped.
It turned out that they were all trapped by that beautiful memory, and no one had moved on. The corners of his eyes reddened uncontrollably, and He Jingsui felt a little sorry for Chen Zan, who had been alone for the past five years.
That kind of love, silent yet powerful, was hidden in their past, and was not revealed by him until today.
He Jing then pulled her into his arms, hugging her tightly with such force that it seemed as if he wanted to embed her into his body.
The voice fell from above her head, low and choked, "Chen Zhan, I may never be able to leave you in this life. You have to be responsible for me."
The animation manuscript rustled in the wind. Chen Zhan raised his hand and hugged him, patting his back gently with his palm. He smiled sweetly and coaxed him, "Okay, I will be responsible for you for the rest of my life."
The rain never stopped that day, drizzling all night long. The cool moisture couldn't dampen the scorching heat in the room. The quilt and clothes fell to the ground. They kissed, unbridled in their love on this rainy night.
The light in the room swayed in Chen Zan's eyes, like ripples on the lake, and every curved ripple left a deep impression on her.
The lights were swaying and the shadows were in disarray. They couldn't help but get caught up in this charming scene.
"There's something in the drawer..." Chen Zan's breathing was a little disordered. She responded to He Jingsui while speaking to him.
He Jingsui understood what she meant. He continued to kiss her, reached out to pull the drawer at the head of the bed, and said in a low voice, "When did you buy it..."
Such a deep voice almost made her breathless.
"Just now...throwing out the trash..."
“Why buy it?”
Chen Zhan kissed him randomly and told him what was in his heart, "I want..."
They didn't do it for long. Perhaps because they were emotionally entangled in the five years they had been apart, He Jingsui didn't want to bully her. The two of them fell asleep in each other's arms and slept until dawn.
The sky was clear, and the water-washed city was permeated with coolness and freshness. The autumn air was crisp and clear. Dead branches and fallen leaves fell into the puddles by the roadside.
He Jingsui woke up from Chen Zan's bed, frowned slightly, and moved his eyebrows. He opened his eyes and subconsciously turned his head to look to the side. His arm was still stretched out there, but the person sleeping on his arm was gone.
There was no one beside him.
He Jing then sat up from the bed, raised his hand to pull out his messy hair, threw off the quilt, got out of bed, picked up his pants on the floor, put them on, and then walked out in his slippers.
The shallow sunlight shines through the glass into the room, making it clean and bright. Candy-colored pillows are neatly placed on the sofa, there are more fresh fruits in the fruit bowl on the coffee table, and the green plants on the balcony are also full of vitality in the bright light.
The person he was looking for was wearing an apron and preparing breakfast in the kitchen in an orderly manner.
There was rice porridge stewing in the pot, which was bubbling at this moment. The misty smoke dissipated in the air, and the faint rice fragrance spread throughout the kitchen.
Chen Zhan planned to make two sandwiches and fry two eggs. Just as he filled the sandwiches with vegetables and bacon, a pair of hands wrapped around his waist.
With his back leaning against the man's strong chest, Chen Zhan knew who it was without turning his head.
Without stopping her hands, she was squeezing ketchup onto her sandwich, a smile curling up at the corners of her lips. Chen Zhan asked him, "Are you awake?"
"Hmm..." He hugged her, his lazy voice still drowsy. He leaned over and buried his head in her neck, letting the fragrance of her body fill his nose.
"Go to sleep if you're not awake yet."
He Jingsui shook his head and hugged her coquettishly, "I can't sleep without you."
“…”
It really disturbed her from making breakfast.
Chen Zhan put down the sandwich in his hand, turned around, and cupped his face with both hands. She was wearing pajamas, her hair tied into a loose braid at the back of her head. Her fair cheeks were clean and warm, like an inexplicable married woman.
She looked at him with bright eyes and pinched his face as if on purpose, "He Jingsui, do you feel like you're getting a little too far?"
His dark eyes were bright, and while she wasn't paying attention, he leaned over and kissed the corner of her lips. His movements were too fast, and Chen Zhan subconsciously covered her mouth with her hand, and her shoulders trembled slightly.
His eyes were filled with surprise.
He Jingsui looked at her calmly, with the corner of his lips curled up. He took away Chen Zan's hand that was covering her mouth and pushed her forward until there was no room for her to retreat.
With a wicked smile on his face, he pressed her lower back and pulled her into his arms. His voice was low and lazy, confirming the unnecessary accusation, "This is called pushing the envelope..."
After saying that, he tilted his head and kissed her deeply, not giving her any chance to react.
“Hmm…”
He was too strong. Chen Zan tried to break free, but he grabbed his hand and it was useless.
The rice porridge in the pot was bubbling, mixed with the sound of their lips and teeth entwined as they kissed each other.
"Pot... um... He Jingsui... pot..."
She pushed him away with all her strength, and hurried to check on the boiling rice porridge beside her. She didn't even have time to get angry with him. Chen Zhan slowly stirred it with a spoon, extinguished the fire, and breathed a sigh of relief, "Thank goodness it's not burnt..."
He Jingsui was standing beside her, looking at her with his head tilted, his gaze moving across her anxious yet relaxed face, a smile on his lips.
It seemed that even if he didn't say it, the love that surged like the sea would overflow from his dark eyes.
He seemed to see what they would be like after they got married.
It looks simple, beautiful and happy.
During this period, they ate, slept and lived together. He Jingsui never said he wanted to leave, and Chen Zan never asked him to leave. It seemed that living together was a natural thing for them.
By the time Chen Zan realized that they were living together to a certain extent, it had already been half a month.
It seems like the days with him pass by so quickly.
Jiang Qiannan was the first to know about this, and then He Shiyi found out. That night, she frantically called Chen Zhan. As soon as Chen Zhan answered, He Shiyi started talking on the other end of the line, "Zhan Zhan, are you living with my brother? Damn, how could you let him succeed so easily..."
As she said this, He Jingsui just walked over to her and sat down next to her.
“…”
He Shiyi's voice was very loud, and even though Chen Zan didn't turn on the speakerphone, he could still hear it.
She wasn't sure if He Jingsui heard her or not, so she covered the receiver with her hand and interrupted her in a low voice, "Shiyi, stop talking..."
He Shiyi was in a very high mood, so he couldn't stop just like Chen Zan said.
Noticing that her voice had become weaker, He Shiyi asked her with great concern, "What's wrong with your voice? Do you have a cold?"
"No, I didn't..."
Before he could finish his words, Chen Zhan felt an arm on his shoulder.
Her body stiffened as she turned to look at He Jingsui, who had heard everything, with tears in her eyes. However, he, who was the center of their topic, raised his eyebrows nonchalantly, with a questioning look in his eyes.
“…”
He Shiyi was still on the other end of the phone, spitting out her brother's praises. "Zhanzhan, let me tell you, even though you and my brother are in a passionate relationship right now, I know him well. You have to be wary of him. Don't let him fool you..."
When she said this, He Jingsui exerted a little force with his arms and brought the person into his arms.
As the distance between them got closer, he answered for Chen Zan, "Then tell me, what do you know about me?"
The voice on the other end of the phone suddenly stopped and then hung up, leaving only a hurried beep.
“…”
He Shiyi slipped away, leaving only Chen Zan sandwiched between the two of them.
She then became the target of He Jing's attack.
“…”
Thinking that something was wrong, Chen Zan subconsciously wanted to escape, but He Jingsui held her down and she couldn't move.
The two of them were making a fuss on the sofa. He Jingsui held her waist with one hand and grabbed her wrists with the other hand and pressed them up against her head.
He trapped her beneath him.
He asked her jokingly, "Do you talk about this with Shi Yi every day?"
"No," she hurried to explain to him, "Shi Yi told me herself."
"Will you listen?"
Her clothes were wrinkled and she felt a little itchy. She couldn't help laughing, "Don't mess with He Jingsui..."
"What did you call me?" he coaxed. "Call me again..."
"He Jingsui..." She spoke with difficulty.
"No." He pulled her along effortlessly, leading them both into the trap little by little. "That's not what I want to hear."
He gradually took control of her entire soul, leaving only him in her world.
Chen Zan felt like a hot air balloon floating in the air, sometimes light, sometimes heavy, sinking and floating.
She grabbed his arm and bit her lips shamefully, which seemed to be bleeding.
He Jingsui looked at her with eyes that seemed to want to tear her apart and eat her up, and clung to her breath until Chen Zan's eyes were blurred with tears and she spoke pitifully.
She shouted with a broken voice, "Husband..."
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