Huo Qingfeng's lust was aroused by her haphazard touching, and he wanted nothing more than to strip her naked and devour her completely. However, he still retained some rationality, knowing that being too rough and hasty would frighten his wife.
As Huo Qingfeng pushed her onto the bed, Ling Ruoke also managed to loosen her unfamiliar belt. Their eyes met, and Huo Qingfeng felt as if those deep, dark, watery eyes were a magnet, drawing him in completely. In the midst of their deep, passionate kiss, he had already stripped her down to her underwear.
"Are you sure?" Huo Qingfeng breathed heavily, even though the die was cast, he still wanted to confirm one more time. This was the treasure he had always cherished, and he didn't want to hurt her in the slightest!
Ling Ruoke didn't speak, but looked at him deeply with her watery eyes, then reached out her hands to him. Her face was flushed, like a blooming peony.
She didn't know what the future held, nor whether everything would turn out as she wished. At least in this moment, she was willing to give herself to him. Twenty-three years of purity, she gave herself to him completely today.
Life is full of disappointments, and the future is always uncertain. At this moment, she doesn't dwell on the past, nor think about the future. She only wishes to be intertwined with him, inseparable from him!
Huo Qingfeng couldn't express his feelings at that moment, overwhelmed by emotions and her silent surrender. His hand slowly moved to the clasp of her bra, and as he unhooked it, he whispered a promise in her ear: "If it's alright, in this life, I only want you!"
Ling Ruoke smiled, a radiant smile, tears welling in her eyes. His rough palms touched her soft skin, causing her a sharp pain. That stinging yet tingling sensation made her shy, yet also filled her with silent anticipation.
Huo Qingfeng began by pressing a series of burning kisses onto her brow. He moved his lips down little by little, letting his burning lips land on every inch of her skin with a sense of adoration.
Just as the two were naked and intimately connected, there was a knock on the door. It was a frantic banging, as if the person outside was about to kick the door open and burst in.
Huo Qingfeng snapped out of his daze, looking at the alluring Ruo Ke beneath him, gritting his teeth and taking deep breaths. There was no time. If he didn't get out soon, they might break down the door!
Ling Ruoke was still in her dream, her wet eyes looking at him innocently, seemingly not quite understanding why it had stopped.
"If you can, wait for me to come back!" He hugged her tightly, wishing he could meld her into his body and never let anything from the outside world separate them even for a moment!
He pulled the blanket over her, got out of bed, and quickly dressed. Not daring to look at the woman in bed again, he opened the door and slipped out.
Ling Ruoke slowly regained her senses, then scrambled to her feet and began to put on her clothes. She didn't even wear underwear, just trousers, then a coat, buttoned it up, and rushed out the door. Even so, everyone in the living room had already left, except for Xiao Fu'an.
"Mommy!" the little one called out sweetly when he saw her.
Ling Ruoke didn't respond and quickly ran out onto the balcony. Just then, she saw two Hummers drive out of the community gate one after the other, quickly disappearing onto the road and out of her sight.
Ling Ruoke felt as if all the strength had been drained from her body, her limbs going weak. She stared blankly in the direction the car had disappeared, and after a long while, her body suddenly slumped to the ground. Burying her head between her knees, she finally couldn't hold back her sobs.
In her memory, she watched her father drive away in the same way that day. And then... they never came back...
"Qingfeng..." Why must we be separated? Why?
"Mommy? Mommy, what's wrong?" Xiao Fu'an looked at his crying mother in confusion and reached out his little hand to try to lift Ruo Ke's face. But Ruo Ke kept her face tightly buried, and he couldn't do anything.
Finally, the child also burst into tears.
His cries startled Ruoke for a moment, then she slowly raised her head. The little boy was squatting in front of her, his face streaked with tears. She reached out and hugged him tightly, and the two of them cried together. For a moment, the balcony was filled with their cries.
The neighbors, not knowing what was going on, all peeked out to look. Some even discussed whether something had happened and whether they should call the police.
Upon receiving Huo Qingfeng's message, Tan Peishi hurriedly took a taxi over. She hadn't gone far into the residential area when she saw a group of people gathered near the flowerbed, discussing something.
She was anxious and didn't listen carefully, hurrying inside, only to find an even larger crowd gathered downstairs. At the same time, she heard crying coming from somewhere, and upon closer listening, she recognized it as Ruoke and Fu'an's voices.
Tan Peishi took off running upstairs, frantically opened the door and rushed inside. She ran to the balcony and saw the mother and child crying in each other's arms and legs. She felt both amused and heartbroken. They were both perfectly fine, so why were they crying like that? Honestly!
"Alright, alright, you two stop crying. The sky hasn't fallen yet, why are you crying like this?"
Ling Ruoke looked up, saw her friend, and hugged her neck tightly. "Peishi, Qingfeng, Qingfeng went back..."
Tan Peishi felt a little helpless seeing her friend crying like a child, but she still patted her back to comfort her: "I know. The captain called me and told me to take good care of you. He said that when he comes back after he finishes his business and sees how thin you've gotten, he's going to beat me up!"
He cupped her face and wiped away her tears. "Ruoke, the captain is a tough guy. He always keeps his word. So don't cry. Eat and sleep well, and get yourself plump and healthy so he can come back. Stop crying, look, Xiao Fu'an is crying so hard he can't breathe."
The next sentence immediately made Ling Ruoke tense. She turned to look for the little one and saw him sobbing uncontrollably, feeling incredibly guilty. She reached out and wiped away his tears. "I'm sorry, it's all Mommy's fault. Don't cry, little Fu'an, don't cry..."
Tan Peishi watched this scene with a mix of amusement and exasperation. "Alright, neither of you are allowed to cry anymore. Hurry up and come in to wash your faces, I'll go cook."
No wonder the captain was in such a hurry to call her over. She even wondered if these two were planning to cry themselves to death on the balcony if she hadn't come.
Watching the mother and son enter the bathroom, she couldn't help but sigh.
After cooking the rice and soaking the vegetables in water, Tan Peishi came out of the kitchen and saw the mother and child, who had just washed their faces, snuggling on the sofa. The little one was nestled between the older one's legs, like a big cat and a little kitten.
If it weren't for the fact that both of them had clearly been crying and looked somewhat dazed, Tan Peishi would have burst out laughing. She walked over and sat down on the sofa. Big Cat immediately rested his head on her shoulder, looking pitiful. "You, what can I say to you? The captain has done so much for you, why can't you learn to trust him?"
Ling Ruoke leaned against her, staring blankly at the ground, saying nothing. It wasn't that she didn't trust Qingfeng, but past events had taught her that life was full of unexpected events. She wasn't afraid he would change his mind, but she was afraid they would eventually separate because of some unknown possibilities. She didn't know how to tell Peishi any of this, so she simply said nothing.
After dinner, the mother and son were still listless. Tan Peishi then urged them to take a shower and then go to bed.
That night, the three of them huddled together on one bed to sleep.
Perhaps exhausted from crying, the mother and son fell asleep soon after. Tan Peishi, however, lay there for a long time before drifting off to sleep. Even in her dreams, she saw the mother and son crying miserably.
...
Huo Qingfeng drove his Hummer ahead alone, speeding all the way to the military airfield. Sure enough, the plane was already waiting there.
He strode in without looking back, showing no intention of waiting for the people behind him. Once inside the cabin, he plopped down, leaned back, and closed his eyes.
Yang Ziyun sat down beside him, sensing her son's aloofness, and couldn't help but sigh inwardly. Although Qingfeng had always been reserved and indifferent to others, their mother-son relationship had been quite good. Now, because of a woman, things had turned out like this…
"Qingfeng, Qingfeng..." she called several times, but he did not respond, as if he had fallen asleep. But she knew he was fully awake.
Huo Qingfeng didn't open his eyes until the plane landed and the cabin door opened. He got up and strode out of the cabin.
Yang Ziyun watched his retreating figure, standing there dejectedly.
"That little brat dared to give his mother a hard time! I'll beat him to death!" Huo Zhixun shouted angrily as he looked at his gloomy wife.
Yang Ziyun smiled at him and shook her head. "Don't blame him, he's feeling bad. But I think he'll be fine after this period of time."
That's what she said, but deep down she wasn't sure. After all, he was her child, and she knew all too well how persistent he was.
After getting off the plane, Huo Qingfeng didn't get into the car his family had sent to pick them up, but instead hailed a taxi.
Yang Ziyun watched the taxi speed away, and almost burst into tears. Her son was blaming her!
Huo Zhixun was so angry that veins bulged on his forehead, and he swore a string of profanities.
Upon returning to Ziyun Capital, Huo Qingfeng locked himself in his room.
Yang Ziyun knocked on the door for a long time, but no one answered. Huo Zhixun almost ordered his men to break down the door, but his wife stopped him.
"Old man, were we wrong?" If their son really hates them for the rest of his life, will they regret what they did today?
Huo Zhixun hugged her. "We're not wrong. We're doing this for his own good, he'll understand." This brat, if he makes his wife sad again, he'll kill him!
“But now he treats us like enemies, and it hurts me to see him like that…” Before, every time he came back, he would make her happy.
...
Huo Qingfeng only came out of his room after the nanny had prepared dinner and called him to eat. Strictly speaking, it was already midnight snack time.
He discovered that his father had his room thoroughly searched, and he had taken everything from under his bed. It seemed they weren't planning to let him leave this time; they had laid a trap. He wouldn't be able to escape even if he had wings!
Huo Qingfeng remained calm. He had faced far more difficult situations before, so he wasn't easily intimidated. Anyone who has experienced that state of isolation, helplessness, and having no way forward or back will understand: there are no absolute dead ends, only people who aren't strong enough!
"I've finally figured it out. I thought you were asleep." Yang Ziyun looked very happy to see him.
Huo Qingfeng sat down, his face expressionless, not angry, but distant. "I'm hungry."
"Then let's eat, let's eat!" Yang Ziyun smiled and put a piece of food on his plate. "Eat more, you've lost weight lately. I asked Ahui to make all of these, they're all your favorite dishes."
Huo Qingfeng ate in silence, neither refusing her food nor speaking. He wasn't protesting in such a childish way; he simply didn't want to talk because he had nothing to say to them.
"What kind of attitude is this!" Huo Zhixun slammed his chopsticks down, glaring at him angrily. "Who are you giving this attitude to? Who is this person? This is your mother, the one who carried you for ten months and gave birth to you! And now, for the sake of a woman, you're actually giving her attitude? You've really made something of yourself! You little brat, believe me, I'll shoot you!"
Huo Qingfeng seemed not to hear him, but simply placed a piece of food into his mother's bowl. "Eat your food, don't go hungry."
Yang Ziyun immediately smiled, responding with "yes, yes," and then served her son more food.
Watching this scene of motherly love and filial piety, Huo Zhixun felt like a fool, and angrily wanted to pick up the bowl and chopsticks and slam them on the table again. But seeing the smile on his wife's face, he could only sit down dejectedly. "Wife, my bowl is still empty."
"Self-reliance leads to abundance," Yang Ziyun said, glancing at him.
Huo Zhixun's face immediately turned sour. Luckily, the next second, his wife put a piece of food in his bowl with her chopsticks. He grinned, showing off his white teeth, and started shoveling rice into his mouth.
The others, watching this series of scenes, were trying so hard to suppress their laughter that they were practically internally injured, so they could only stuff food into their mouths.
Huo Qingfeng watched this scene indifferently, feeling uneasy. He used to have this harmonious scene too, but now it had been ruined. Although it was only temporary, he was still extremely unhappy!
He lowered his eyes, a sinister glint flashing across his face.
"Sister, sister, I'm back!" Gu Miaomiao ran up the stairs and rushed into Gu Zhenzhen's room.
Inside the room, Gu Zhenzhen was lying face down on the bed. Hearing her shouts, a flash of disgust crossed his eyes. He then lowered his head, took a deep breath, and when he looked up again, his face was full of gentle smiles.
"Sister!" Gu Miaomiao rushed to the bedside, almost unable to stop herself. "Sister, how are you today? Are you still in pain?"
That day, Grandpa inexplicably used family discipline on my older sister, giving her a full twenty lashes, and he himself administered the punishment. As a result, my sister was beaten until her skin was torn open, with bloody wounds exposed on her face, looking particularly horrific. My sister was beaten unconscious and later developed a high fever, becoming delirious with fever, which terrified everyone.
But nobody knew why Grandpa had gotten so angry and hit him so hard. Hmph, it must be that Ling Ruoke talking nonsense in front of Grandpa again! It's all her fault, she's so awful!
Gu Zhenzhen tugged at her hand, and Gu Miaomiao squatted down, folding her hands together and resting her chin on the back of her hands. Her big eyes blinked, and her eyelashes were long and curled, making her look like a doll.
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