Chapter 90 I will take responsibility for Song Juan.
Even with the blanket over his head, Shen Kun could still faintly hear some noises.
Huang Ya woke up in the middle of the night and found Shen Kun curled up on the sofa.
"Hey, wake up."
"Hmm?" Shen Kun opened his eyes. "It's dawn?"
"Go to your room and sleep, I'll sleep on the sofa," Huang Ya said.
Shen Wanjun took him in, and he couldn't let her uncle sleep on the sofa.
Shen Kun burped, and the air was filled with the smell of alcohol.
He swayed slightly, lay back on the bed, and quickly fell asleep.
Huang Ya nestled into the sofa, half-asleep, when Song Juan woke her up.
"Dr. Huang, why don't you go to my room to sleep?"
Song Juan is used to getting up early to clean, a habit she developed in her hometown and can't easily change.
Shen Wanjun has been with her many times, so there's no need to be so diligent.
But Song Juan said that her biological clock wakes her up at a certain time, and if she doesn't do some work after waking up, she feels uneasy.
Huang Ya dragged his heavy head and climbed into bed.
The people in the compound drank thin porridge in the morning, but Shen Wanjun's family had grain.
Song Juan prepared a big table of delicious food.
"Dinner's ready!" Song Juan called out from the kitchen.
After washing up, Song Zhan and Shen Wanjun sat obediently at the dining table.
Shen Kun stretched and drank a cup of soy milk, and he felt refreshed.
"Dr. Huang, dinner is ready."
"They're here."
Huang Ya agreed, quickly washed her face, picked up a steamed bun, and took a bite.
"Juan, this steamed bun smells delicious."
After eating three steamed buns in a row, he realized that several people were looking at him.
"What's wrong? I washed my face and brushed my teeth!" Huang Ya said.
Shen Wanjun is a very hygienic person. Sometimes when he is too lazy to brush his teeth, she will remind him.
Huang Ya: "I am a civilized person too."
Song Zhan stood up, dragged him into the bedroom, and slammed the door shut.
Huang Ya was still holding half a steamed bun in her hand. She struggled a few times, but couldn't break free.
Song Zhan was a cripple, but his strength was terrifying, so he had no choice but to surrender.
Song Juan asked, "Sister-in-law, what happened to my brother?"
Did her brother and sister-in-law have a fight, and her brother is taking it out on Dr. Huang?
Shen Wanjun asked softly, "Dr. Huang, why did you come out of your room?"
Shen Kun, always eager for drama, asked, "You guys...slept together last night?"
He clicked his tongue twice, indicating that he understood.
No wonder Huang Ya suddenly told him to go back to his room in the middle of the night yesterday.
It turns out he did it for convenience, that he did it with Song Juan.
"What nonsense are you talking about!" Song Juan gripped the hem of her clothes tightly.
She was so angry she wanted to hit someone, but she told herself not to act impulsively.
The people in front of me are my sister-in-law and brother-in-law; I can't lay a hand on them.
Shen Kun: "Aren't you two dating?"
I saw Song Juan and Huang Ya chatting and laughing when I arrived yesterday; they seem to have a very good relationship.
He thought they were dating.
“That’s not true,” Song Juan said loudly.
Seeing that she was angry, Shen Wanjun pulled her to the second bedroom.
"Juan, please sit down and tell your sister-in-law what happened."
Song Juan briefly explained what happened last night: "Dr. Huang was just sleeping in my room, and there's nothing between us."
"I...I just wanted to tidy up the sofa, that's why I woke him up."
Song Juan became increasingly aggrieved as she spoke, sobbing and her eyes welling up with tears.
After much comforting from Shen Wanjun, she finally stopped crying.
"Juan'er, if you encounter something like this in the future, explain it clearly as soon as possible, and don't cry."
Crying won't solve anything; it will only deepen the misunderstanding.
"A wise man does not stand under a crumbling wall; it's best to avoid such misunderstandings."
Song Juan nodded earnestly: "Sister-in-law, I understand."
"Thank you for teaching me these things."
Her family never taught her these things, so she's not very good at handling them yet.
"Don't mention it, we're family. Okay, let's go eat."
Shen Kun had already finished eating. Seeing them come out, he pointed to the master bedroom and said, "The situation over there isn't good."
Song Juan wanted to push the door open and go in to explain.
Shen Wanjun stopped her, "Let your brother handle it."
Song Zhan pulled Huang Ya into the house and shouted sternly, "You beast, what did you do to my sister?"
Huang Ya took a bite of the steamed bun: "I didn't do anything."
"You came out of my sister's room first thing in the morning, and you say you'll do whatever you want?"
Nobody would believe that.
Huang Ya scratched his head. "Juan'er let me sleep in her room."
Song Zhan was so angry that his face turned red and his neck bulged. "Then why are you saying that nothing happened?"
"I'm just sleeping."
"Just sleeping?! Sleeping isn't enough? What else do you want to do?"
"Sleep, literally sleep."
Song Zhan was on the verge of a breakdown, while Huang Ya was still patiently explaining.
"The kind of sleep where you lie down on the bed and close your eyes."
"Do you think I'm a fool?"
Men's affairs are something others might not understand, but Song Zhan certainly does.
Huang Ya is young and full of energy. His younger sister doesn't know anything and is easily bullied by him.
"I really didn't do anything," Huang Ya said innocently.
Song Zhan glanced at him sideways: "You drank last night and acted recklessly while drunk. Just because you don't remember doesn't mean it didn't happen."
Song Zhan's eyes were terribly red, and his fists were clenched tightly, as if he wanted to kill Huang Ya with a single punch.
Huang Ya was a little scared and shrank back.
Looking down and thinking carefully, did he really do something?
How come he doesn't remember anything?
I didn't drink much last night, so how did I black out?
His mind went blank; he only remembered telling Shen Kun to go back to his room to sleep in the middle of the night.
I have absolutely no recollection of what happened after that.
"Could it be... that I really..." Huang Ya covered his face, his expression pained.
No, no!
"I knew it, you beast." Song Zhan punched the mattress, fell to the ground, and didn't get up for a long time.
Huang Ya was terrified, clutching the steamed bun in her hand, too scared to move.
After a long pause, Song Zhan finally calmed down: "Tell me, when are you going to marry my sister?"
Since the incident has already happened, as the older brother, he can't let his younger sister suffer.
Huang Ya isn't a bad person, he just likes to have a little drink.
My sister's marriage to him can be considered a step up in terms of social standing.
Even so, Song Zhan was still extremely unhappy.
Huang Ya is a despicable scoundrel.
He used such despicable means to get Song Juan.
Huang Ya felt that in Song Zhan's eyes, he was nothing but a piece of trash.
— It was smelly and dirty.
After a long silence, he looked up and said, "I will take responsibility for Song Juan."
Whether he remembers it or not, the facts are as they are, and there is no room for him to make excuses.
Song Juan is a good girl; he won't lose out by marrying her.
"How about we postpone the wedding until next month?" Huang Ya asked cautiously.
Song Zhan snorted, "As soon as possible."
"Then let's do it next week."
"We can't rush things," Song Zhan said. "We must not omit any of the proper etiquette."
His sister is no cheapskate; Huang Ya can only fool her if she agrees.
Huang Ya: "Then when do you suggest?"
This won't do, that won't do, this future brother-in-law is really troublesome.
"Take it one step at a time, get engaged first and then get married."
"OK."
After discussing some more wedding details, Song Zhan finally let Huang Ya go.
The two returned to the living room and sat down to eat.
Shen Wanjun asked, "Are you all alright?"
Judging from the noise, it looked like a fight was about to break out, but thankfully it didn't.
Song Zhan looked at Song Juan and said, "Juan'er, get ready, we're getting married next week."
"Married?" Song Juan was so shocked that she dropped her chopsticks. "To whom?"
“Him.” Song Zhan pointed at Huang Ya.
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