651: Are you threatening me?
Zhou Ziheng smiled:
"Even if he kills me, I still want you."
Yu Xiaoye gave a slightly nervous smile and gave herself completely to this man.
Everything happened so naturally, when the feelings were deep, everything came naturally.
There is no hasty compromise and no panicky resistance.
Some are the long-awaited happiness and satisfaction.
Yu Xiaoye was secretly grateful to her mother for her foresight. The things she prepared for her actually came in handy.
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Afterwards, Yu Xiaoye closed his eyes tightly, tears welled up in his eye sockets, and he was still shaking.
Zhou Ziheng kissed the corners of her tear-soaked eyes:
"Xiao Ye, thank you for giving me happiness."
Zhou Ziheng was about to lie down next to Yu Xiaoye when he suddenly heard his mother calling him downstairs. The voice was not loud, but Zhou Ziheng could hear it clearly.
He gently touched Yu Xiaoye's head and said softly:
"I'll go downstairs and come up to accompany you later."
Yu Xiaoye just trembled and didn't respond at all.
Zhou Ziheng turned over and got out of bed, turned on the bedside lamp, used the lamp to find his clothes and put them on, and then picked up the nightgown that Yu Xiaoye had dropped on the ground.
After putting on his clothes, he leaned over and touched Yu Xiaoye's head reluctantly, kissed her forehead, covered her with the quilt, and covered her exposed shoulders:
"You go to sleep first, I'll come later."
Yu Xiaoye still didn't respond.
Zhou Ziheng stood up, left the room and closed the door.
There was a wall lamp on the staircase.
I went downstairs in the dim light and thought back to what had just happened. It seemed like an unreal dream.
His Ono finally became his woman.
When I came downstairs, my mind was still thinking about Yu Xiaoye's charming appearance. I heard my mother's voice in my ears, lowering her voice and asking:
"Why did you go upstairs again?"
Zhou Ziheng had a blank expression on his face. He tried to withdraw his thoughts. Without time to think of a more appropriate reason, he casually said:
"I'm afraid she might not be used to it, so I'll go upstairs and keep her company."
Zhuang Huaijian looked at his son's reaction with some confusion. Fortunately, Zhou Ziheng was calm enough. In addition, the light was dim and Zhuang Huaijian was a little presbyopic, so no flaws were discovered.
Zhuang Huaijian asked:
"Is Ono asleep?"
"Yeah, I'm already asleep."
Zhuang Huaijian exhaled lightly:
"She's been exhausted today. Let her have a good rest."
Zhou Ziheng felt guilty and suddenly thought, yes, Xiao Ye was already tired after a day of work, and he had just given her a good beating. A trace of pity and heartache welled up in his heart.
Zhuang Huaijian didn't notice his son's absent-mindedness and said to him:
"Come, your father is still awake in the study. Go over and have a good talk with him. How can there be such a deep hatred between father and son?"
"Um."
Zhou Ziheng followed his mother to the study.
The light in the study was bright. Zhou Jingru was sitting in his usual rattan chair reading a newspaper, his expression looking particularly serious and old-fashioned.
When he saw his father, the sweet satisfaction lingering in Zhou Ziheng's heart was suddenly reduced, and he called out "Dad" without any emotion.
"sit!"
Zhou Ziheng sat down on the sofa next to him.
When people sink into the sofa, they feel relaxed all over. It is the kind of lightness and stretching that comes after something that has been accumulated in the body for decades is released, and they become sharp-eyed and clear-headed, and refreshed.
I couldn't help but think of Yu Xiaoye who was lying upstairs. Thinking that she had just cried, I felt a little worried again.
Zhuang Huaijian didn't notice his son was distracted and said:
"You two can talk here. I'll go peel some fruit for you."
After Zhuang Huaijian left, Zhou Ziheng was still in a daze, leaning against the back of the sofa, his eyes were distracted and his face expressionless.
Zhou Jingru sat on a rattan chair, still holding a newspaper in his hand. On the outside was a military newspaper, and hidden inside the military newspaper was the agricultural reclamation newspaper that Zhuang Huaijian had shown him before, but he was too lazy to read it.
Seeing that his son came in without saying a word and just sitting on the sofa in a trance, Zhou Jingru did not take the initiative to speak.
The father and son didn't say a word until Zhuang Huaijian came in with the fruit cut.
Zhuang Huaijian noticed that the father and son were ignoring each other and sighed helplessly.
She handed a plate of fruit with toothpicks stuck in it to her son. Zhou Ziheng came to his senses, reached out to take the fruit plate, picked up a piece of apple with a toothpick and put it in his mouth. He wanted to end the conversation quickly, so he took the initiative to say:
"The news of Xiaoye beating someone up today will eventually reach Uncle You's ears. Given their tempers, they won't keep silent. They'll definitely come looking for us then. You two elders, please handle it. Wenyue is the daughter of your good friend, and Xiaoye is your daughter-in-law. You should weigh the pros and cons yourself."
Zhou Jingru raised his eyelids:
"Are you threatening me?"
"It's not a threat, it's just stating the facts."
After a pause, Zhou Ziheng continued:
"If you think it's a threat, then it is. I used to tolerate You Wenyue for the sake of you and Uncle You, but I won't do that anymore. If she dares to do anything excessive to Xiaoye again, I won't let her off easily. I'm putting this out there. I'm just saying hello to you guys first. Don't blame me for not understanding the rules later."
"You've grown wings, haven't you? You dare to order me around?"
Zhuang Huaijian hurriedly eased the atmosphere:
"Okay, Lao Zhou, the kid is talking to you nicely, don't glare at me all the time."
"Is that the attitude he uses to talk to me nicely? He just opens his mouth and threatens me?! I haven't even settled the score with him yet!"
Zhou Ziheng had an attitude of being a dead pig that was not afraid of boiling water:
"It's best to calculate it as soon as possible. I have to get up early for a meeting tomorrow, so I need to go to bed early."
Zhou Jingru found that his son was becoming more and more difficult to discipline. His temper was exactly the same as when he was young. He was a stubborn person.
Who let him be his own child? His bad temper is the same as mine. For my sake,
Zhou Jingru had no choice but to endure it, put down the newspaper, and then started to talk about business:
"I don't want to waste my breath on you about anything else. I just want to ask, are you planning to farm in the Great Northern Wilderness for the rest of your life?"
Zhou Ziheng corrected:
"I don't farm there—even if I farm for the rest of my life, why not? In peacetime, food security is as important to people's livelihood as military security."
Zhuang Huaijian was afraid that the old man would lose his temper again, so he spoke first:
"Hengzi, it's not that we think food security is unimportant. We just feel that since you are so far away from us and we can't see you for a year, we still hope that you can return to the capital and stay with us so that we can visit you more often.
You went to Beidahuang before to get away from Wenyue. Now Wenyue is married and you have a girlfriend. You can live your own lives and not interfere with each other. You can also consider transferring back.
When the time comes, I will bring Xiao Ye back to the capital. If she wants to work, I will arrange a job for her. If she doesn’t want to work, she can just enjoy her leisure time at home.
When we have children in the future, I can stay home to take care of them, and I can also retire and help you out. How about that?
Zhou Ziheng didn't expect his mother to think so far ahead and had already thought about retiring and staying at home to help him take care of the children.
Then his thoughts flew upstairs again, and he thought of Yu Xiaoye lying on the bed.
Thinking of her, my already calm heart began to feel numb again.
Zhuang Huaijian saw his son holding a piece of apple with a toothpick in his hand, but not putting it into his mouth. He just stood there in a daze. He thought his son was considering whether to transfer back, so he did not disturb him.
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