Huo Qingfeng wiped himself down as well, then came over and tried to take the blanket from her. Pulling it back, he saw her face, which looked like it had been boiled. He chuckled softly and whispered in her ear, "You silly girl, I'm your husband, not some other person!"
Ling Ruoke blushed, not daring to look him in the eye, and raised her hand to punch him. "It's all your fault! They must have guessed it all. I don't want to see anyone anymore!"
"You guessed it, you guessed it. It's only natural for a couple to do something like this. Is there even a need to guess?" Huo Qingfeng said, both amused and exasperated. It would be strange if the couple didn't do this!
Ling Ruoke glared at him shyly. "But this is a hospital!" She had been confused by him earlier, but now she understood. Yang Ziyun knew exactly what they were doing and was deliberately giving them space!
Huo Qingfeng took the water glass and handed it to her. "Are you thirsty? Have some water." She took the glass and drank. He then reached out and tidied her hair.
Ling Ruoke drank half a glass of water before the heat on her face slowly subsided.
Afraid that she would be shy, Huo Qingfeng took a basin and washed the clothes she had changed out of. "You rest well, I'll go wash the clothes."
Once she was alone in the room, Ling Ruoke secretly breathed a sigh of relief. She didn't dare look towards the door, afraid of seeing the ambiguous smiles on Scarface's face.
With nothing to do, Ling Ruoke picked up her phone and started playing a simple spot-the-difference game. She'd only been playing for a short while when there was a knock on the door. Looking up, she saw Yang Ziyun standing in the doorway, smiling and holding something. Remembering what had just happened, Ling Ruoke's face flushed crimson. "Mom, you're here..."
She didn't know where to look, feeling that Yang Ziyun's gaze was so ambiguous and mischievous that she wished she could dig a hole and crawl into it.
"How are you feeling today? Still feeling unwell?" Yang Ziyun was inwardly laughing so hard she was hurting herself, but on her face she only smiled slightly, as if she had no idea what they had just done.
Ling Ruoke then forced herself to look at her face, only to find those eyes unbearable to look directly at. "It's all alright now. The doctor said I can be discharged this afternoon. Mom, come and sit down."
Ling Ruoke realized something was wrong and hurriedly climbed off the bed. Her legs were a little weak, and she almost fell, letting out a soft cry.
Yang Ziyun was startled and quickly reached out to help her. "Be careful, don't rush. Your mother isn't a national leader, why are you so nervous!"
"No, it's just that I've been lying in bed for the past few days and I'm not used to it." Ling Ruoke moved a stool over for Yang Ziyun to sit down. "Mom, would you like some water? Would you like some fruit?"
Yang Ziyun pulled her hand and made her sit down. "I don't need anything. Don't bother, sit down. You've only just recovered, you still need to rest and recuperate. Once you're fully recovered, give Mom a healthy grandson, and everyone will be so envious."
The moment she mentioned it, Ling Ruoke immediately recalled that passionate encounter, and her face flushed again. Not knowing how to answer Yang Ziyun's question, she simply hummed in response, her face still red.
Yang Ziyun laughed and reached out to pat her head. "You silly child, you're already married, why are you still so shy? I want to see just how thin-skinned you really are." Saying that, she really reached out and touched her face.
Ling Ruoke smiled shyly at her, her face flushed red.
Looking at her radiant beauty, Yang Ziyun couldn't help but marvel. No wonder her son was so infatuated; such a shy and charming appearance was enough to drive any man crazy. Those coy and affected girls couldn't compare to her!
"Mom, you've worked so hard these past few days. I'm so sorry to have made you run around like this." Ling Ruoke boldly took Yang Ziyun's hand. She no longer felt as apprehensive in front of Yang Ziyun as before. Sometimes, she really felt that Yang Ziyun was like her own mother.
Yang Ziyun patted the back of her hand. "Silly child, I'm your mother. How can a child be so polite to their mother? Besides, if you really want to make your mother happy, you should hurry up and have a baby."
"Mom, I know, I'll try my best." After saying that, Ling Ruoke's face contorted in surprise again. "I'll try my best?" That sounded so strange!
However, Yang Ziyun seemed oblivious, simply chuckling. "By the way, where's Qingfeng?"
"He went to do the laundry." Ling Ruo was afraid that Yang Ziyun would say that she made a grown man like him do the laundry, so she carefully watched her expression.
Yang Ziyun simply said "Oh." They then changed the subject, chatting idly until Huo Qingfeng returned.
"Mom, you're here!" Huo Qingfeng wasn't as shy as Ling Ruoke. He put down what he was holding and came over.
Ling Ruoke looked at him, and he raised an eyebrow at her with a mischievous grin! She glared at him, not daring to look at him again, and fixed her gaze on Yang Ziyun. "I'm going to the restroom. Mom, sit for a while." She ran off as if fleeing.
Yang Ziyun waited until she disappeared outside the door, glared at her son for a while, then covered her mouth and laughed. "You little rascal, you didn't even know where you were before you started doing this. Look at you, you've made Ruoke so embarrassed she doesn't dare to see anyone. But your wife is really thin-skinned, look how red her face is, it's practically bleeding."
"My wife is the purest! So pure it's maddening!" Huo Qingfeng replied carelessly, casually grabbing an apple and handing it to her. Yang Ziyun shook her head, so he stuffed the apple into his own mouth and crunched on it.
Yang Ziyun glared at him, somewhat helplessly. "Shameless!" But her father was the same way. The men of the Huo family couldn't live without their women.
Huo Qingfeng curled his lip and retorted, "What's there to be ashamed of? That's my wife, not some other random woman. Besides, compared to the old man's heroic deeds, my actions are nothing."
Yang Ziyun reached out and slapped him. "You've gotten bolder and bolder, daring to speak ill of your father!"
However, seeing her son and daughter-in-law so loving made her happy. A harmonious family brings prosperity—this is an age-old truth. Besides, the more a man cares about his wife and children, the more successful he will be in his career; he'll have the motivation.
Huo Qingfeng grinned, not wanting to run into his mother's trap. He knew perfectly well that his mother could say whatever she wanted about his father, but she would absolutely not tolerate anyone else speaking ill of him. Conversely, his father was the same way.
After laughing for a while, she reached out and put her arm around her mother's shoulder. Looking into her mother's eyes, she said earnestly, "Mom, thank you, thank you for being so good to Ruoke. With your love, Ruoke is much happier."
Yang Ziyun glanced at her son, her smile bright. "She's my daughter-in-law, and also like half a daughter to me. If I don't treat her well, who will I treat well? You don't need to thank me. Just hurry up and have a child with Ruoke. Your mother is getting old, and this is all she has left to think about."
"Mom, don't worry, it definitely will. I'm just worried that the child will be too noisy and you'll get annoyed just seeing him!" Huo Qingfeng understood that his mother had lived more than half her life and had achieved everything she wanted. Her only regret now was that she hadn't yet seen the grand scene of having many children and grandchildren.
The mother and son looked at each other and smiled, both satisfied with their current life.
When Ling Ruoke returned, she saw the mother and son enjoying a happy time together. While she was very happy, she also felt a little sad because her parents would never be able to chat with her like this, or even pat her head and say something heartfelt.
The tree desires stillness, but the wind never ceases; the child wishes to care for his parents, but they are no longer there. This is an immense tragedy.
"Wife." Huo Qingfeng stood up and pulled his wife to his side.
Yang Ziyun also stood up, looked at them and said, "I should go back too." She wanted to go back and discuss with Yuan Meng about making a big meal to celebrate Ruoke's discharge from the hospital.
"Mom, be careful on the way," Ling Ruoke earnestly instructed, then turned to the colonel. "Qingfeng, you take Mom downstairs."
Yang Ziyun waved her hand. "No need. It's just a short walk, nothing to offer. The car is in the parking lot downstairs. I'll call you when I get home. Get the discharge procedures done as soon as possible, we'll be waiting for you to come home!"
He glanced at them and then turned and left.
Huo Qingfeng put his arm around Ling Ruoke's waist and watched his mother enter the elevator together. Back in the room, Huo Qingfeng checked the time. "It's only 10 o'clock, what are we going to do with several more hours?"
Ling Ruoke shrugged. "I don't know either." The misery of being in the hospital is also there, enduring the time while smelling soda water, it truly feels like an eternity.
Huo Qingfeng immediately leaned close to her ear and whispered, "How about we do it again?"
Ling Ruoke blushed and slapped him without thinking. This guy was such a scoundrel! "I feel like I've been deceived! You weren't like this before!"
Huo Qingfeng chuckled and put his arm around her waist, retorting confidently, "You weren't my woman before, and I wouldn't be a scoundrel to a woman who isn't my woman." As he spoke, he deliberately teased her by pinching her waist.
Ling Ruoke grabbed his large hand, her eyes wide with anger. "In short, you were a wolf in sheep's clothing before, you fooled me. No way, I regret it now, I want a refund!"
He looked so serious and even a little shy back then; you couldn't tell he was a scoundrel at all. See, that shows how well he disguised himself!
"You really want to return it?" Huo Qingfeng's narrow eyes darted around, and another mischievous idea popped into his head.
Ling Ruoke didn't notice, but nodded heavily to show her determination.
Huo Qingfeng nodded. "If you want a refund, fine, but then we need to calculate how many sons you owe me?"
"How did I owe your son?" Ling Ruoke shouted, her eyes wide open.
"Don't you owe my son? Think about it carefully." Huo Qingfeng put on a serious face, but he was practically bursting with laughter inside. His wife was indeed too naive; she couldn't even tell the difference between this kind of risqué joke and reality.
Ling Ruoke looked at him, and he was indeed thinking very seriously. Under Huo Qingfeng's subtle hint, she finally understood. She was instantly so embarrassed that her face turned bright red, almost bleeding. Gritting her teeth, she raised her fist and punched him. "Huo Qingfeng, you scoundrel, you big scoundrel!"
She stomped her foot and turned away. "I'm never talking to you, you big bad guy, again!"
Huo Qingfeng grinned and leaned closer, clinging to her. "Wife, don't do this. We're so familiar with each other, aren't we?"
The tone was so incoherent that Ling Ruoke almost laughed, but she desperately held it back. She glared at him and snapped, "Who's familiar with you? I'm not familiar with you at all!"
"You really don't know me well?" Huo Qingfeng's eyes flashed again. "In that case, I'll just have to find a way to get to know you!" As he spoke, he reached under her clothes and slipped his hand under her waist.
"Ah—" Ling Ruoke screamed and jumped up like a rabbit, but he locked her waist and she couldn't run away.
"Are we familiar? Are we familiar?" His hand was still on her waist. If she dared to deny it, he would give her a good slap and see if she dared to talk nonsense again.
"I'm not familiar with her—" Ling Ruoke exclaimed again.
People passing by in the corridor were startled by her scream. Groups of people whispered among themselves, seemingly suspecting some kind of kidnapping was taking place inside.
"What if it's a perverted doctor raping a female patient?!" someone said.
Ling Ruoke glared at Huo Qingfeng, and upon hearing this, both of them couldn't help but laugh.
...
Bored, Huo Qingfeng sat on the bed with Ling Ruoke in his arms, and the two of them played a game on their phones. It was a game similar to building blocks, requiring logic and reaction skills.
Ling Ruoke was clearly no good at this; she would stare blankly for ages each time, only to laugh at the wrong things, making Huo Qingfeng laugh until his stomach hurt. In the end, he had to guide her step by step, analyzing each point for her, and the two of them played together.
After playing for about an hour, it was lunchtime, and both of them were a little hungry.
"Let's go out to eat. But you have to treat me, I don't have any money," Ling Ruoke said with a smile, tilting her chin up at him.
Huo Qingfeng grabbed the man and kissed him. "No problem. But I don't have much money on me. If it's not enough, just leave me there as collateral and then call my wife to ransom me and take me home."
Ling Ruoke giggled and playfully punched him. This guy's comedic skills were getting better and better; he could make her laugh anytime, anywhere, no matter what. She guessed it was because her threshold for laughter was too low.
Having amused his wife, Huo Qingfeng felt elated. He put his arm around her waist and led her outside. "Let's go, honey, your husband will treat you to a big meal."
Ling Ruoke laughed and said, "If there isn't enough money, I'll leave you there as collateral. But let me make this clear first, I won't go to ransom you. You'll have to do hard labor for them to redeem yourself."
"Wife, how could you treat me like this? Tell me the truth, have you fallen for some other man, and that's why you're so cruel to your husband?"
Ling Ruoke raised her hand and smacked him. "Alright, stop fooling around. Look, everyone's looking at you. I think they think you're an idiot." She then couldn't help but cover her mouth and giggle.
Huo Qingfeng glanced around, seemingly unconcerned. "What they think is none of my business. As long as my wife is happy, that's all that matters."
Whether it was the truth or a joke, Ling Ruo was thoroughly pleased by him. She thought to herself that every moment spent with the Colonel seemed filled with joy. He could make the smallest things funny and make her laugh. Even in the most ordinary of lives, even those filled with mundane matters, he could still find happiness. Marrying a man like that, she couldn't help but feel blessed!
"Wife, what do you want to eat? I'll do whatever you say." Huo Qingfeng pecked her and asked with a smile.
Ling Ruoke looked at him and smiled. "Didn't you treat me to a big meal? Of course, we'll go to the most expensive and best-tasting place!"
She thought that perhaps this was why he always brought her happiness; she was always his number one priority. Of course, this didn't apply when he was in the military. But in her eyes, she was the most important person. He gave her that feeling, and he acted accordingly.
"Okay." Huo Qingfeng lowered his head and replied with a smile. He tilted his head slightly, seemingly deep in thought. "Where is the most expensive and best-tasting place in Z City?"
Ling Ruoke raised her hand and pinched him, making him cry out. Only then did she glance at him with satisfaction. "Going on clowning around again!"
"Wife, you're seducing me again!" Huo Qingfeng accused loudly, then lowered his head and kissed her.
People around saw someone whistle, and it was very loud.
Ling Ruoke blushed instantly and pinched him again. "You're so naughty."
"Wife, I understand," Huo Qingfeng said earnestly, putting his arm around her.
"Understand what?"
Huo Qingfeng moved closer to her and said slyly, "Hitting is a sign of affection, scolding is a sign of love, so you must love me to death!"
Ling Ruoke was completely helpless.
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