Lin Xiuyao was in high spirits today, accepting almost everything and drinking quite a bit of wine.
Wu Yuan and Tang Yanghua helped send him to the bedroom. Su Qingmeng thanked them repeatedly and asked his son to arrange a car to take them home.
He went to the bathroom, wet a towel, and wiped Lin Xiuyao's face, "Wife, Qingmeng, wife..."
"I'm here." Su Qingmeng responded gently.
"It's so nice to meet you, so nice..." He murmured softly and fell asleep.
"Me too, nice to meet you."
…
When Lin Xiuyao woke up, it was already past five in the afternoon.
As soon as I woke up, my son thoughtfully brought me a bowl of sobering soup.
"Where's your mother?" He pinched his nose and drank the strange-tasting hangover soup in one gulp, then asked.
"The study."
Kang Kang replied, "Mom suddenly had a burst of inspiration and started writing a book. Dad, she must have been moved by you."
"You're right. I'm your father, and I'm a good man. You should learn from him and treat your wife well in the future."
Kang Kang's cheeks were slightly red, he was still young.
"Of course, you can't just marry a wife and forget your mother," Lin Xiuyao said, changing the subject. Seeing his son nodding continuously, he felt satisfied and sent him away. "Go out. I need to take a shower and change clothes."
You smell of alcohol, your wife will definitely dislike it.
Kang Kang closed the door and went to the west wing living room, where his great-grandfather and others were watching TV. He went forward attentively to make tea and bring snacks and fruits.
I am a grown-up boy now, and I have to entertain guests well when they come to my house. This is the task my father gave me.
When Lin Xiuyao finished packing and went to the study, Su Qingmeng was holding a pen in a daze, "Didn't you say you were writing a book?"
"I'm done." Su Qingmeng came back to her senses. She had written an essay about today's wedding, which would give her more insights when she wrote wedding plots in romance novels in the future.
She was just thinking about the question He Rui asked today.
"Rest your eyes after you finish writing." Lin Xiuyao pulled him into the yard and sat on the stone bench under the ceiling.
"When are we going back to Shanghai?"
"Next Wednesday," Lin Xiuyao said, "When I go back this time, the clothing company will expand and adopt a franchise model. We've also bought land and will slowly build the buildings..."
Talking about his career plans for the next few years, he said, "Once these things are done, we will move back to Beijing. I want to retire."
"Can you live without doing anything?" Su Qingmeng laughed. According to his plan, he would retire before he was 40, and his life would not even be half over.
"Yes," Lin Xiuyao held her in his arms, "I'll travel with you when the time comes to see the beautiful mountains and rivers of our motherland."
The two were talking sweetly when the eldest aunt came out from the living room. "Xiu Yao, don't ask that restaurant to deliver food tonight. Just make some porridge at home. The food at noon was too greasy. Let's eat something light."
"Okay." There were some Liubiju pickles at home, so he cooked a pot of rice porridge.
Everyone enjoyed the meal very much. After eating meat for the past few days, the light white porridge with some crisp and delicious side dishes was surprisingly delicious.
After dinner, Lin Xiuyao took Kang Kang to clean up the restaurant kitchen. After he was done, he said hello to everyone else and went back to his room.
Su Qingmeng was just about to change the bed sheets. Today's sheets and pillowcases were bright red, embroidered with a pattern of mandarin ducks playing in the water. Unfortunately, Lin Xiuyao had taken a nap in the afternoon and the sheets still smelled of alcohol.
Lin Xiuyao quickly stopped him, "Why put it away? I haven't slept yet."
"It all smells like alcohol. Let's change into something else." Su Qingmeng said.
"It's going to get dirty later anyway, so I can change it then."
Lin Xiuyao took two steps forward and pressed his wife down on the bed. Su Qingmeng's fair skin looked particularly attractive against the red sheets.
Today is our wedding night, we can’t waste this wonderful time.
………
The clouds cleared and the rain stopped. Su Qingmeng was so tired that she couldn't lift her hands, so she was carried to take a shower.
Although her body was very tired, her mind was very active. She thought about He Rui's question today.
It is true that for many couples who have been married for many years, love will turn into family affection.
But they still find the feeling of being in love again from time to time.
Su Qingmeng felt that because they were in the era of reform and opening up, there were new things every day and every hour, and the two of them shared them together, so there was no lack of freshness.
Moreover, the two of them have no shortage of money and live a worry-free life. With Su Qingmeng, Lin Xiuyao knows the development trend of the next few decades and clearly knows that he will definitely succeed in the future.
He is not that career-oriented and focuses more on his family. When he is not traveling, he eats three meals a day at home and also takes time to spend with his family.
Love without material support is like a pile of loose sand. For a period of time in later generations, the choice between bread and love was popular.
But who said this is a multiple-choice question? Su Qingmeng wants both. Bread is the foundation of love.
She told Lin Xiuyao her thoughts, and Lin Xiuyao also looked thoughtful.
"What you said makes sense, but," he carried his wife out of the bathroom after taking a shower, put her on a chair, and said while changing the sheets:
"What's more important is that we love each other. Love is love, and it's completely different from family love."
He has always loved Su Qingmeng passionately and sincerely, and has a desire to possess her, but since they are family members, it doesn't matter to him.
For example, my son, I wish he could grow up quickly and leave home to live his own life.
Kang Kang, who was playing the violin in the room at this time, had no idea that his father disliked him so much.
"Okay, let's not discuss such a serious topic," Su Qingmeng lay on the bed, "I'm so tired today, I'm sleepy."
I have to send my uncle and his family back to their hometown tomorrow morning.
Looking at his wife's beautiful sleeping face, Lin Xiuyao's heart was filled with tenderness. No matter what, the two of them would manage this marriage seriously until they were old and at the end of their lives.
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