"Honey, why did you leave so suddenly? You left me here without a care. I can't sleep at all. I thought you didn't want me anymore!"
Jiang Cheng's tone carried a hint of adorable reproach, like a child asking their mother why she was so late picking them up from kindergarten.
"Uh..." Song Yuwei was a little at a loss. How come this made it seem like she was...
Did I bully him? "Well, I just went downstairs to look at the scenery. I just like looking at scenery, it doesn't mean I don't want you."
Song Yuwei came up with a lame excuse, which finally managed to get rid of Jiang Cheng.
"But honey, why did it take you so long to come? I want to sleep now."
Jiang Cheng hugged the blanket and gazed intently at her.
His eyes are so clear and beautiful!
It's as if one glance is enough to make you fall in love!
Song Yuwei really likes it!
"It's okay. You've waited for me for so long, so I'll continue telling you stories to lull you to sleep."
Jiang Cheng seemed finally satisfied, shaking his head and raising the corners of his mouth happily before lying back down.
"Once upon a time, there was a mountain, and on the mountain was a temple, and in the temple lived a monk who..."
Song Yuwei told a muddled story, and it seemed she was finally able to coax Jiang Cheng, whose eyes were wide open, to sleep.
Jiang Mo yawned as he lifted the covers, preparing to go to bed as well, when Jiang Cheng suddenly sat up. He seemed to have instantly lost his sleepiness and become alert.
"Wife!"
Song Yuwei was a little confused about what was wrong with him. She had a headache. Could it be that Jiang Cheng had this problem—sometimes he would suddenly sit up in his sleep and startle people, and sometimes he couldn't fall asleep even after telling stories for a long time? What would she do then?
"ah?"
Jiang Cheng threw off the covers and jumped out of bed. He walked up to her and asked seriously, "Wife, why don't you lie down with me and sleep with me? I saw on TV that all those men's wives sleep with their husbands in their arms!"
Jiang Mo, who had just gotten into bed, couldn't help but burst out laughing when he heard this.
"Pfft! Hahahaha!"
He had taught Jiang Cheng to say those things before, but he had never mentioned these things to him. Of course, the TV series that Jiang Cheng mentioned were also ones that he had watched.
He often likes to watch those melodramatic romance dramas when he has nothing to do. Maybe he was influenced by what he saw and heard around him, and over time he probably came to believe that's how it is.
"Oh, why don't you sleep with your brother tonight? I can keep you company another day, okay?"
Song Yuwei patiently comforted him, but Jiang Cheng seemed not to listen to her advice at all. He started to whine and plead, "No, no! I just want to sleep with my wife. In TV dramas, all the men sleep with their wives. Why can't I, a man, do the same? I want to enjoy the same treatment as those men in TV dramas!"
Jiang Mo chuckled so hard he pounded the bed, making a loud thumping sound.
Song Yuwei glared at Jiang Mo impatiently and asked, "What are you doing? Can't a person have some peace and quiet?"
Jiang Mo immediately stopped what his subordinate was doing and forced himself to suppress his laughter.
"What's so funny about that? Come and let your brother get some sleep, and try to talk him out of it."
Song Yuwei glared at him with a displeased expression. She was getting goosebumps from Jiang Cheng's affectionate advances, while he was laughing happily beside her.
"No, sister-in-law, it's only natural that my brother sleeps with you. Besides, as a brother, I can't interfere in your relationship."
On your wedding night, if you're not sleeping together, who are you sleeping with? Of course, if you'd like, I'll take my blanket and go sleep on the sofa right now, without disturbing you..."
Song Yuwei picked up a cushion and threw it at him, and Jiang Mo immediately stopped talking nonsense.
"Hey, hey, hey! Sister-in-law, I was wrong!"
Jiang Cheng pouted and looked at Jiang Mo unhappily, "Why did you make my wife angry?"
Jiang Mo: ? ? ?
What the heck?!
Brother, are you suffering from a severe personality disorder? Your younger brother is speaking up for you and trying to help you achieve your wish. Can't you see that?
"Jiang Cheng, if you don't want to make me angry, go to sleep obediently and stop being unreasonable here, okay?"
Song Yuwei became serious and asked him, her voice no longer gentle and soft, but sharp in her eyes.
Jiang Cheng immediately abandoned his insistence on sleeping with her, weakly took a few steps back, and then got into bed.
He just looked a little down, like a child who wants to eat snacks but his parents won't buy them for his health.
They look rather pitiful.
Song Yuwei gave Jiang Cheng another look, then left the suite and closed the door behind her.
Looking at the closed door, Jiang Mo sighed, shrugged at Jiang Cheng lying on the bed, and said helplessly, "See? That's just how women are."
Jiang Cheng frowned, somewhat confused. He asked, "What do you mean?"
Jiang Mo didn't know what to do either. He covered Jiang Cheng with the blanket, then lay down and turned off the light.
The room was dark, with only moonlight streaming in from the window. Jiang Cheng stared at the ceiling, motionless.
After Song Yuwei went outside, she lay down on the sofa outside, where a small blanket covered her perfectly.
She closed her eyes, because there were so many parts to the wedding today, and so many messy things. She fell asleep quickly after closing her eyes.
In her dream, Song Yuwei vaguely heard Jiang Cheng's voice.
She thought she was sleeping too soundly and dreaming, but the more she listened, the clearer it seemed, and it didn't sound like a dream at all.
Until she opened her eyes.
Jiang Cheng's aggrieved handsome face came into view. She was lying on the sofa, and Jiang Cheng was sitting on the sofa, his right hand supporting his chin as he looked at her. Even from this unflattering angle, his face was flawlessly reflected in her eyes.
His sharply defined chin had no excess fat or double chin; it was exceptionally clean and sharp.
Her nose was high and straight, as firm as a mountain peak, and her long eyelashes fluttered like fans.
"Honey, you're awake?"
Song Yuwei sat up abruptly. She had just woken up and her mind was still a bit foggy; her heart was pounding wildly.
But her brain quickly processed all the information, and she realized what he meant. She looked at him and said, "Why are you sitting here staring at me at this hour instead of sleeping?"
Jiang Cheng lowered his eyes like a child, pouted, and said in a voice that was both coquettish and cute, "I can't sleep without my wife by my side!"
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