Chapter 69: Isn't it an affair?
Jiang Meng paused the video, rubbed her sore eyes, and felt she couldn't bear to watch any longer, worried that her guilt for being late would cause her to break down emotionally and affect him.
Chen Jizhou doesn't care whether she knows the truth or not; he's indifferent to everything else. But he doesn't want her to feel guilty; that's the only thing he cares about.
Jiang Meng put down her phone, her gaze softening as she looked at the person beside her.
After the lights were turned off, the room was very dark. It took a slow process for her eyes to adapt to the darkness. Jiang Meng couldn't see anything or hear his quiet breathing. She just stared blankly for a while, blinking. Gradually, as time passed, her vision revealed the outline of the other person: the ends of his hair, his ears, the bridge of his nose, and his closed eyes.
Jiang Meng moved a little closer to Chen Jizhou. In the extremely quiet environment, only the rustling sound of the blankets and pillows could be heard.
She gently ran her fingers across his brow bone and the bridge of his nose. He was carefree and easygoing, so he rarely frowned or made a serious or anxious expression. As a result, the skin in that area was smooth and handsome, with traces of his youthful days, which made her understand what it meant to have features as youthful as ever.
Jiang Meng called out to him in a low voice, "Chen Jizhou."
Jiang Meng's voice was soft enough to test whether he was asleep. After about five or six seconds, a low, deep voice came from beside her ear: "...Hmm."
She was a little surprised: "I thought you were asleep."
After a few seconds of silence, he said softly, "I was just about to fall asleep."
Jiang Meng moved closer to him, resting her forehead against his chin, and gently hugged him. After a while, she spoke softly, "Chen Jizhou."
He replied, "Yes, I'm here."
"Chen Jizhou".
Chen Jizhou opened his eyes and looked at her. His warm knuckles brushed against her smooth cheek. He asked in a slightly amused tone, thinking something had happened: "What's wrong?"
"Chen Jizhou".
"Jiang Meng".
"Chen Jizhou, you're back."
"Yes, I'm back."
"..."
"Chen Jizhou".
"you say."
She paused, then said, "Could you let me see your hand?"
Which hand?
He had barely asked the question when she took his left hand.
Jiang Meng pinched his ring finger. In the dim light, it was difficult to make out anything. She could only see a dark shadow on the tattooed area by the light of the moon, which was vaguely visible under his eyes.
She gently touched that spot with her fingertips, caressing it with tenderness and affection, as if rubbing away the agonizing pain he had endured during the branding process.
Maybe he really didn't feel any pain.
Jiang Meng asked him, "Why didn't you tell me back then?"
"What do you want me to tell you?"
"This tattoo was for me."
Chen Jizhou fell silent.
He wasn't too surprised that she had discovered it.
Many things he didn't mention seemed to be things Jiang Meng discovered belatedly on her own.
Because Chen Jizhou never intended to take credit, he rarely thought about what he had done for her.
Since one has already succumbed to what one willingly accepted, why dwell on these past events as topics of conversation about love? Nor should one recount one's bitter experiences with great care and relish.
He didn't mean to hide it; it was simply unnecessary.
Tattoos, to put it seriously, often involve a vow. Put yourself in his shoes; if he knew someone was using their body to swear an oath to stay with you forever, he would see it as quite serious, even a little terrifying, and he certainly wouldn't want anyone to do that for him.
Soon, Chen Jizhou gave her an answer: "I won't trap you."
"So you're going to trap yourself?"
He chuckled lightly, adopting his matter-of-fact attitude towards life: "Of course I won't confine myself."
Chen Jizhou is someone who enjoys the moment. Even if he can't marry her, he's already reserved the spot on his ring finger for her.
Would it trap him? On the contrary, he felt that this was the best way to let go.
Once you truly possess it, this vow forms a perfect closed loop.
"Chen Jizhou".
"Jiang Meng".
Call me Goddess.
"..." He couldn't help but laugh, but didn't say anything.
Seeing that he remained silent, Jiang Meng put her leg over his waist and threatened, "What do you mean by that?"
Chen Jizhou said in a drawn-out tone, "My legs are numb, goddess, can you please let me go?"
She looked up at him, a bad idea suddenly popping into her head. She smiled and said, "Hey, I'll get one tattooed sometime so we can be a pair, okay?"
Chen Jizhou tightened his grip around her waist, pulling her close in his arms, and said with a half-smile, "I'm still waiting for you to promote me, don't act so impulsively."
Jiang Meng asked with a smile, "Are you serious?"
“I’m serious,” he pulled the blanket over her head, coaxing her, “Go to sleep, I really don’t need to.”
From beginning to end, he didn't really care about anything.
"Just stay with me."
Jiang Meng, who had been covered up, let out a "howl" and struggled to emerge. "I'm going to train you to say bad things about me. It'll be really satisfying to hear."
Not knowing why her topic had jumped so quickly, Chen Jizhou replied casually, "Your boyfriend is too high-class; you can't cultivate him."
Jiang Meng feigned pitifulness, clasping her hands together and resting them on her chin: "It's lagging, isn't it?"
He paused for a moment, then chuckled, his tone rascal: "I really dare to say it, so don't be embarrassed later and start yelling 'no'."
Jiang Meng: "Then you can teach me a lesson."
She has two faces, one in bed and one out of bed; that perfectly describes her.
He decided that next time he would really not listen to her pleas for mercy.
Chen Jizhou gave her one last, indifferent glance, his eyes saying: If I weren't sleepy, I would have dealt with you right now.
Jiang Meng's winter vacation started early, and Chen Jizhou didn't finish work until the eve of the Lunar New Year before they went back to Pingjiang together.
The night before she left, Chen Jizhou helped her organize her winter clothes in the closet. Jiang Meng only planned to take one suitcase, but she had quite a lot of clothes to take back. She thought she was pretty good at organizing, folding clothes into the most basic egg roll shape, but Chen Jizhou knew a bit more than her. After watching him pack, she realized how much space she had wasted.
When Jiang Meng reminded him, "Some of them can only be hung, not folded. I won't take that pile over there; just put it in the cabinet."
He would answer, "I know."
So she looked over his squatting shoulder and saw that he had indeed packed all the different styles of clothes very neatly. Skirts, coats, and linings were all hung up or folded into box-like shapes, just like when they came out of the factory, and neatly arranged in the suitcases to compress space to the maximum extent and facilitate storage.
Over the past few years, he has been living abroad alone and has developed excellent life skills. She doesn't even need to ask him what he has been through; she can almost imagine from his back how he has traveled all over the country with his small suitcase all these years.
However, Chen Jizhou has always been meticulous, and although he is born into a wealthy family, he doesn't really like being served. He prefers to be the only one who can enter his living space. Even now that he lives in a hotel, Chen Jizhou doesn't ask the housekeeper to clean the house very often. If he's not busy with work, he will choose to clean the house himself.
Jiang Meng remembered her mother saying that Chen Jizhou was meticulous, which suited her careless nature.
She watched his meticulously groomed back as a small smile curved her lips.
Could it be that Ms. Ye has been eyeing Chen Jizhou for a long time? She's really keeping her true intentions hidden.
Although she herself has poor taste in husbands, she's quite good at helping others choose husbands.
Ever since Jiang Meng used his phone last time, Chen Jizhou noticed a subtle change in his WeChat nickname.
The serious and cold name "Jiang Meng" has been changed to "Jiang Mengmeng".
He asked her, somewhat puzzled, what she meant, and Jiang Meng showed him her contact name: Chen Zhouzhou.
"..."
Chen Jizhou asked, puzzled, "Does it really have to be this way?"
“I wouldn’t mind if you changed it to ‘wife’,” Jiang Meng said, her eyes sparkling as she looked at him.
Chen Jizhou gave a seemingly disgusted "hmm," and then quietly added "wife" after "Mengmeng."
On the day his "cute wife" called him, Chen Jizhou was still sleeping at home.
It hasn't snowed in Pingjiang for many years.
He drew back the curtains and saw a vast expanse of white snow.
My bedroom, which I've lived in since I was a child, is always completely illuminated by the snow outside the window.
His apartment is on a high floor with a good view, overlooking the city. This bedroom accompanied him through his student days.
Chen Jizhou's bedroom has a study, but he doesn't do his homework there much. He usually studies at the desk by the window. As the seasons changed, he grew up and, with his wings strong enough, went out to fly freely.
But once trapped back in that square space, the sight of her would still evoke memories of those winters when I longed for her here.
The love poems I wrote for her were written here.
The time I spent chatting with her, and also as Friend A, was also spent here.
Su Yu once asked Chen Jizhou a question: Do you miss the past?
His answer was that he wouldn't; he would only look ahead.
Perhaps it's because no one was waiting for him in the past, so there's no need for him to wallow in self-pity.
Until all the precious memories in her heart were revealed, it was discovered that she and he had shared the same long and resonant longing.
He could finally reminisce about the past without reservation; he could unfold that memory that had become an ellipsis—
When I was a teenager, I truly loved you deeply.
I no longer need to hide it from you, nor do I need to avoid the memories.
I gaze at the city lights, but my eyes are drawn to you. Tomorrow is Monday, and I will see you again.
I gazed at the stars and moon high in the night sky, hesitating about the morning weather, wondering if I needed to get you an umbrella.
I looked up at the chandelier above my head and wondered why you had insomnia that night.
I look at the loose-leaf notebook in my hand, meticulously filled with celebrity photos for you. Even with my hands covered in glue, I'm staying up all night to get through this. Don't be sad, I'll give you whatever you want.
I lie on this bed, holding my old phone, thinking of your pain as long and endless as the night. It's okay, I'm not sleepy yet. I'll stay with you, I'll wait with you until dawn.
...
My childhood home was a giant storage jar.
It holds the arduous years of studying hard and persevering, as well as the moments of joy amidst hardship and the constant bursts of love for that person.
The lights of every home, the stars and the moon, the lights overhead—all bring warmth.
Love is clean and bright, gentle and pure, no matter when or where, whether near or far.
Love, taking on your form, is an immortal poem of youth.
As Chen Jizhou gazed absently at the snow outside, a voice came from the speakerphone beside him, softly calling his name—"Chen Jizhou, can you hear me?"
He picked up his phone, went to wash up, and wondered what she had just said.
It sounded like, "My mom's not home today, are you coming to my house?"
Chen Jizhou placed his phone on the sink, still not fully awake. While brushing his teeth, he lazily replied, "What would I do if she wasn't here? Have an affair?"
"..." Jiang Meng remained silent for a while.
He thought she was speechless at his words and would probably give up the idea, but Jiang Meng was even more shocking: "Yeah, let's do something exciting. I really want to have sex right now."
Chen Jizhou put down his toothbrush and cup, and said with a laugh, "That's possible, but what if she suddenly comes back? Should I just run away with my pants up? That would be too embarrassing."
Jiang Meng was furious: "Can you please stop watching those melodramatic TV dramas about catching someone cheating in bed?"
Chen Jizhou thought for a moment and naturally tried his best to satisfy her, but said, "Let's go to the hotel. I can't let my goodwill towards this bastard son-in-law drop any further."
Jiang Meng got down to business: "Seriously, I have a mahjong machine at home. Didn't you want to practice? Want to come?"
Chen Jizhou suddenly remembered this, glanced to the side and paused. Hearing the commotion outside, he said, "Someone's come over. Let's go have a meal together."
He thought the guests were his parents, but when he opened the door, he saw an old lady sitting at the door.
It was getting late. The snow had stopped for a while, and the midday sun was streaming into the house, casting a soft glow.
Hearing the door open, Chen Lian, who was making dumplings at the dining table, looked over, Wang Qi looked over, and Grandma looked over, all three pairs of eyes staring at him.
For a moment, Chen Jizhou felt like he had been arrested.
Wang Qi spoke first: "Grandma is back."
This means he should come over and say hello.
Chen Jizhou walked up to the old woman, picked up the kettle on the coffee table, filled her empty cup with flower tea, and said with a smile, "You're aging in reverse, Grandma! Not working makes you so energetic. You look like you're a generation younger than Lao Wang. I also want to retire early."
Chen Jizhou's maternal grandmother worked for the provincial government and lived with Wang Jingbo in a different place for many years. She only returned to Pingjiang after retiring a few years ago.
The elderly man wore a pair of reading glasses with a chain, held a mobile phone in his hand and tapped something. He was dressed in a refined and elegant manner, his black hair was as white as snow, but he was also elegant, with the temperament of a knowledgeable, reasonable, quiet and virtuous old cadre.
Seeing Chen Jizhou come over, Grandma took off her glasses, hung them around her neck, and checked the time: "What time is it? Why are you up so late?"
He said, "I stayed up all night playing games."
Wang Qi shouted, "You haven't improved at all; you're still the same deadbeat you used to be!"
Chen Jizhou sat leaning against his grandmother, crossing his long legs like a good-for-nothing rich kid, arms crossed, defiantly confronting his mother: "How come you haven't improved? You're almost in the e-sports team. Win a championship someday and see."
"..."
Wang Qi's expression was cold, and her sharp eyes stared at him: "Grandma's here, do you have any shame?"
They still manage him just like when he was a child, exactly the same, no one has changed.
Chen Jizhou said, "Mom, I'm almost thirty."
Wang Qi finally found an opportunity and immediately retorted, "Aren't you in the prime of your life? What's wrong with being thirty?"
Chen Jizhou laughed: "What I mean is, I'm already thirty, so don't talk back to me like that."
"Oh, so now you realize you're not young anymore."
"I know, I've always known."
He lowered his head, pressed his temples, smiled helplessly, and then turned to his grandmother beside him to whisper, "She wasn't like this to me the first two days after I came back. She's learned that distance makes the heart grow fonder, and she still likes to embarrass me in front of others."
Grandma was always the one who played the "bad cop" in the family, and she was incredibly gentle with Chen Jizhou. Occasionally, she would put on a bit of an elder's air and say something objective: "Mom is doing this for your own good. You're so old and you still can't take care of yourself."
Chen Jizhou didn't respond. He didn't argue with his grandmother and leisurely peeled dried fruit for her.
"Are you dating someone?" Grandma put down her phone and asked him.
"We talked."
"From Xiao Jiang's family?"
"From Xiao Jiang's family."
"I heard she doesn't like you?"
Chen Jizhou chuckled, "How come good news doesn't travel far, but bad news travels a thousand miles?"
He said, "It's not that serious yet. I'll find a place to cry if the engagement is really broken off."
He glanced at the old lady beside him and noticed that she looked a little worried. He handed her the peeled dried fruit in the small dish and said, "Don't be so nervous. I'm getting nervous too."
Grandma said, "Should I step in?"
My maternal grandmother's influence was indeed very useful; strictly speaking, her family was even wealthier than the Wang family.
Chen Jizhou laughed: "What can you do to resolve this? This is a major life event. If people don't like me, even the Jade Emperor wouldn't like it."
Wang Qi chimed in, "Isn't this the only way out? You're such a troublemaker, you'll only cause problems for others. How can people expect you to be nice to them? Grandma just wants to help you."
"I need the elders to help me with my marriage proposal. How can I save face?" Chen Jizhou said dismissively. "Besides, how am I causing trouble? I'm perfectly well-behaved."
Grandma chimed in, "Yes, I think Zhouzhou is a good person. He knows his limits and knows what he should and shouldn't say."
In a good mood, Chen Jizhou peeled two more almonds for his grandmother: "Grandma is the best. You are the only one in our family who is on my side."
Chen Lian, who had been silent until now, said, "I'm not against you, I'm neutral."
The father, who usually observes from the sidelines, often adds fuel to the fire.
Chen Jizhou looked at him: "What's the difference between a neutral party and a villain? You're just better at beautifying yourself, aren't you, my ostrich dad?"
Wang Qi's temper flared up again: "Fine!! Go ahead and use your mouth to propose marriage, ah, I can't control you. Let's see how long Teacher Ye can tolerate you!"
Chen Lian gloated and fanned the flames: "Yeah, you kicked me out before I even got comfortable. A toad trying to eat swan meat, you brat!"
Chen Jizhou laughed dismissively: "Ostriches can't give birth to toads, who are you talking about, old Chen?"
Chen Lian smacked his lips.
Wang Qi glared at him.
Chen Jizhou said to them seriously, "They don't dislike me, they're just joking with me."
"Really?" Grandma asked back.
This question made him nervous again: "What are your thoughts?"
His grandmother asked him, "Is this your first time visiting?"
Chen Jizhou: "This is definitely not the first time."
He recalled something from long ago, his voice lowered, as if talking to himself, but then he blurted it out: "It's quite offensive to say, but I even tried to pry open their door."
Dad, Mom, Grandma: "Huh???"
Chen Jizhou quickly adjusted his tone and said, "Just kidding, would I do such a despicable thing? -- What's the matter?"
Wang Qi interrupted again, saying, "Grandma said that the first time she took you to visit someone's house, it was unpleasant, and you never left a good impression on anyone."
Chen Jizhou said calmly, lowering his eyes in deep thought, "Is that so?"
When was the first time?
He honestly doesn't remember anything unpleasant happening.
Grandma said, "When you were six years old, when you first came to Pingjiang."
Chen Jizhou first met Jiang Meng in the S University staff quarters. At that time, the Jiang family had not yet moved out and were still neighbors with Wang Jingbo and his family, living in a small detached house on the second floor allocated by the university.
Chen Jizhou was born in his father's hometown of Qingxi. He spent his childhood in a small city. When he was about to start elementary school, his mother's job became stable there, so the whole family moved here, and he was taken to Pingjiang to study.
"You were this small back then."
Grandma gestured with her hand to indicate a height, so he could imagine what a child looked like.
Chen Jizhou was taken by his maternal grandparents to visit the Jiang family. Twenty years ago, the elders in the family were still young, and they stood there chatting enthusiastically for a while.
When the elders praised the little boy for being good-looking, he proudly raised his handsome face for them to admire.
They said he had a sweet tongue, so he went around to each person and greeted them: "Hello, Uncle! Hello, Aunt! Hello, Grandpa! Hello, Grandma!"
They asked him to perform a show. Even as a child, Chen Jizhou was very imposing. At that time, he had just started learning Taekwondo and was not at all reserved. Upon hearing the instruction, he didn't say a word, raised his leg and kicked down the fence gate of the vegetable garden next to them with a "bang".
The roosters kept inside were clucking and running around in the yard.
Amidst the clucking of roosters, everyone heard a little girl who had just come out of the door holding onto it, about to come out but then stopping, and bursting into tears.
Jiang Meng was quite frightened by the scene and sat down on the ground with a thud, while the two chickens circled around her.
"..."
Chen Jizhou got into trouble and was standing in the corner twirling his fingers.
Jiang Meng cried and cried, and the more she cried, the more excited she became.
Chen Jizhou glanced at her quickly, then lowered his head, his face flushed, and quickened the speed at which he twirled his fingers.
Not knowing what had happened, Ye Zhaoxu, who was working inside, rushed out and quickly hugged Jiang Meng to comfort her.
Through her teary eyes, Jiang Meng glared at Chen Jizhou with a look of righteous indignation, her face showing an expression of utter defiance.
Grandma spoke of this with a sigh, mentioning that the family across the street looked at him with eyes that said, "This child is hopeless."
"Sigh—" The memory ended with Grandma's sigh. "You know, you can tell what a person will be like at three years old, right? If someone really doesn't like you, I think that's normal."
Chen Jizhou leaned back on the sofa, tilted his head back slightly, covered his face with his hands, and after a while managed to squeeze out a sentence: "I don't remember."
That means I'm trying to renege on my promise; if I don't remember, it's the same as if I never did it.
He was quiet for a moment, feeling a little desperate, when he suddenly remembered something and asked his father, "By the way, what clothes did you say you were going to give me yesterday?"
Chen Lian said "Oh," and remembered it too. He went into the bedroom, and after a while, he took out the Zhongshan suit he had worn when he visited his parents-in-law years ago. The suit still had the smell of mothballs from the bottom of the trunk: "This suit is great, it's very neat and tidy. See if you can wear it."
Chen Jizhou rubbed his brow bone, completely at a loss: "They like gentlemen, not old men."
He tossed the clothes back, his tone nonchalant: "You should save them for when you celebrate my mother's golden wedding anniversary."
The meal, which featured a heated debate among the scholars, was finally over.
In the afternoon, Chen Jizhou went to find Jiang Meng.
She was home alone.
The house is still the same one, but there's no need for a key anymore. They've replaced it with a fingerprint lock, making it much more high-end. Now, if he wanted to take her away from home again, it would be much more difficult.
As soon as Chen Jizhou entered the room, he heard Jiang Meng ask impatiently, "Come in quickly, what's Aunt Wang's impression of me?"
Previously, Jiang Meng had also asked him to sound out his family's opinion.
Chen Jizhou didn't think there was anything to investigate. In his parents' eyes, even if he were the only man left on Earth, he would still have a hard time finding a wife. What could he possibly have to say about other girls? Any family that was willing to take in a playboy like him should be grateful.
Chen Jizhou smiled slowly and said, "In our family, you're a swan. The whole family holds a meeting to teach a toad how to climb high branches. Guess what happens?"
Jiang Meng was overjoyed: "Really?"
Chen Jizhou raised an eyebrow: "Really?"
He glanced casually around the house, then slowly hooked his arm around Jiang Meng's waist and asked in a low voice, "Is Auntie not here?"
"Don't worry," Jiang Meng smiled slyly, tiptoed close to his ear, and whispered, "She went to visit relatives out of town and won't be back for a couple of days."
Chen Jizhou lowered his head slightly in satisfaction. "Kiss me."
Jiang Meng gave him a light peck on the cheek, which was quickly captured by his lips.
Chen Jizhou had come from the freezing cold, still feeling chilled, but everything melted away in the passionate kiss. They kissed from the doorway to the sofa, ending with a full and satisfying kiss. As she panted, their warm breaths mingled, Chen Jizhou lowered his head, smiled faintly, and asked her, "Did you like it? French kiss."
"You've mastered it, Mr. Chen."
Jiang Meng's satisfaction was written all over her face. She said, "By the way, we don't have any condoms at home. Did you buy any?"
Chen Jizhou: "Let's go tonight."
Jiang Meng asked, "Tonight?"
"Isn't Auntie going back in a couple of days?"
"Oh," Jiang Meng smiled shyly, lowering her eyes, and asked him, "Are you going to stay at my place?"
"I don't know," he sat up, picked Jiang Meng up and put her on his lap, "I don't have the right to offer to let her stay overnight, do I?"
Seeing that Jiang Meng only had a blank smile on her face and didn't say a word, Chen Jizhou gently wiped the corner of her lips, a smile playing on his lips, revealing that very scoundrel look. His voice was low and magnetic, like tickling, enticing her ears and heart, "Isn't it an affair? Let's go all the way, okay?"
"So... if my mom suddenly comes back, are you really going to run away with your pants up?"
He pinched her waist hard and said seriously, "Don't slip away, you protect me."
Who can resist Chen Jizhou's show of weakness?
Jiang Meng smiled and nodded vigorously.
What are you doing this afternoon?
Chen Jizhou said, "Aren't we playing cards? I've called for people. Xie Zhuo and Su Yu will be here in a bit."
Ye Zhaoxu has set up a mahjong room at home for several years now. Anyway, after Jiang Meng went away to study, her ex-husband no longer lived here. The house is quite big, and it's just sitting empty anyway, so she happily arranged the space.
Xie Zhuo arrived quite quickly, and Jiang Meng was the one who opened the door.
She opened the door and looked outside: "Oh, did you come alone?"
Xie Zhuo was wearing a black overcoat, looking more dignified and composed than his former academic genius self. His eyes were clear and cold, and his figure was tall and slender. It must have been snowing outside again. He got out of the car without an umbrella, and as he walked a few steps into the building, a little snow still fell on his shoulders.
He entered, still not saying much, and nodded, saying, "Hmm."
There were some gift boxes on the cabinet by the door, which Xie Zhuo saw as soon as he looked down.
When Jiang Meng saw that he had noticed, she didn't hide it anymore, "This is a New Year's gift. I buy it for Su Yu every year."
As she spoke, she took them out one by one to show Xie Zhuo.
His gaze followed her movements, then calmly looked at Jiang Meng: "These?"
“Yes.” She nodded.
"Are they all for Su Yu?"
“Yes.” She continued to nod.
Xie Zhuo thought for a moment, but still couldn't help asking her, "Is the salary very low?"
"..."
His eyes were clear and serious, yet there was a hint of quirky humor in his seriousness.
As soon as Xie Zhuo finished speaking, Zhang Yang's mocking voice came from inside—"It's not a small amount, and you got a share too, but it's already been confiscated."
He looked in the direction of the sound and saw Chen Jizhou standing smugly by the door, adjusting his sunglasses and a smile playing on his lips. "What's stolen is always the best."
Xie Zhuo: "..."
Chen Jizhou came over, put his arm around Xie's shoulder, looked at him with a smile, and said earnestly, "Old Xie, I've missed you so much."
Xie Zhuo pushed his hand away and took off his coat in the warm room: "Do you say that to everyone?"
After he took off his coat, leaving only his sweater, Chen Jizhou leisurely put his hand on him and leaned against him: "No, not everyone is my defeated opponent. I miss the days when I beat you to a pulp."
Xie Zhuo said calmly, "I don't remember this part."
Jiang Meng took his clothes and hung them on the clothesline.
Chen Jizhou looked at him: "Is it that you don't have any memories, or that you find them too painful to recall?"
Xie Zhuo: "Whether I go back or not is irrelevant. In some aspects, I am indeed not as good as you. You've been using the mental victory method for so many years."
"I have witnesses, so don't try to frame me."
Jiang Meng raised her hand and nodded, "We have witnesses here."
Xie Zhuo glanced at her, his eyes growing even colder: "Those who have been bewitched by you don't count."
Chen Jizhou laughed and patted him twice with the hand on his shoulder: "Sure, then you can let Su Yu be the judge. I'll make a call and have my aunt judge it. Let's see what kind of son-in-law you are."
"..."
Sure enough, men know best how to hit a man's weak spot.
Chen Jizhou, beaming with joy as if saying "My good day has finally come," sat down on the sofa in a good mood, then pondered meaningfully, "Where am I supposed to sit for the tea ceremony at the wedding?"
Jiang Meng suggested, "Mom and Dad are sitting here, you can sit next to them, I'll sit next to you!"
She sat down next to Chen Jizhou with a big smile, her hands on her knees, sitting upright, but her smile was quite irritating.
Even in broad daylight, Xie Zhuo's expression darkened considerably.
"Don't be so sensitive, okay?"
Chen Jizhou's smile grew even more arrogant. Looking at his expressionless face, he slowly said, "If you had called me 'Big Brother' earlier, wouldn't I have let you go?"
Jiang Meng agreed, nodding vigorously: "If you had called me 'sister-in-law' earlier, I would have let you off the hook!"
Can.
This is collusion and a double act.
Xie Zhuo remained calm and composed, his expression returning to normal. He then pulled out his trump card and asked, "Who were you practicing against again?"
Chen Jizhou paused for a moment, then stopped laughing, hesitating whether to speak: "..."
Xie Zhuo saw through everything: "Teacher Ye?"
"..."
"Has he not gotten past his mother-in-law yet?"
"I……"
Xie Zhuo nodded: "No need to say anything, I understand."
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In the last chapter, I mentioned that the story was poorly written, and many readers came to comfort me. You guys are so kind. However, I didn't mean to complain. It wasn't a popular genre to begin with, so I expected it. I was just stating the situation objectively because the poor data would affect the length of the extra chapters.
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