"Nightfall, why are you looking at me like that?"
Wan Jiao's voice was very soft, almost inaudible. As she asked the question, she unconsciously raised her hand and touched her face.
His every gesture exudes charm.
Then, Nightfall became even more mesmerized.
He was never one to be swayed by women, but at this moment, he acted out of character because of Wan Jiao. He walked up to her, his hand involuntarily reaching out.
"Ye Jin? What are you doing?" Seeing that Ye Jin's hand was about to touch Wan Jiao's face, she hurriedly raised her hand and grabbed his wrist. "You are the commander of the dignified Sheng Kingdom. Are you trying to take liberties with me in the marketplace?"
Wan Jiao cannot lie.
Everything she said was her truest thought.
But Nightfall doesn't know that.
He thought Wan Jiao was teasing him, joking with him. A hint of embarrassment flashed in his eyes, then he picked up where she left off, saying, "You have something on your face."
Wan Jiao looked at him in confusion, "What is it?"
Nightfall: "It's kind of nice to look at."
Wan Jiao: "..."
Help!
Where did this cheap husband learn such "brain-wrenching" talk? He's really getting hooked!
Wan Jiao remained silent, but Ye Jin continued, "Mrs. Ye, you're wrong. We are a legally protected married couple. Even if I did something to you, it wouldn't be considered indecent, at most..."
After hesitating for a while, the man finally added, "It's just a little 'fun' between husband and wife!"
Ye Jin's words, drawn out with a long, pleasant tone, coupled with his clear gaze and earnest expression, made it impossible for Wan Jiao to find any fault with him.
Her heart skipped a beat, and her breathing became uneven.
She muttered "Damn it" under her breath, then quickly let go of Ye Jin's hand and walked outside.
"It's late, let's hurry back and have dinner with Grandpa."
A rare, faint smile appeared on Ye Jin's perpetually cold and icy face as he replied, "Okay."
Two flowers bloom, each telling its own story!
Grandpa Ye ordered his men to prepare a large table of delicious food, just waiting for his grandson and granddaughter-in-law to come back for dinner.
But after waiting and waiting, it was almost 7:30, and not a single person, not even a fly, had flown into the house.
He frowned, looking at the now-cold dishes, and asked the butler, "What time is it?"
"Master, it's already 7:25," the butler replied. "Would you like to call the young master and young mistress?"
Grandpa Ye waved his hand, refusing, "They must have been held up by something. No rush, let's wait a bit longer."
"But these dishes..."
Before the butler could finish speaking, the sound of car brakes and a servant's report came from outside: "Master, the young master and young mistress are back."
Upon hearing this, Old Master Ye happily got up from his chair and, as he walked towards the door, instructed the butler, "Quickly heat up the dishes and prepare dinner."
"Yes, sir!"
…
Wan Jiao didn't consider herself a person with a strong appetite, but the feast prepared by Old Master Ye was comparable to a Manchu Han Imperial Feast, and she really felt she hadn't eaten enough. After all, this was the first time she had come home to dine with the old man since marrying Ye Jin.
Grandpa Ye kept putting food on Wan Jiao's plate, afraid that she wouldn't have enough.
Then look at Ye Jin, he was benched the whole time and wasn't given any attention.
Later, Wan Jiao saw that Ye Jin wasn't eating much and was just silently holding his bowl. She couldn't bear to watch any longer, so she took the initiative to add a piece of meat to his bowl, saying, "You were also frightened today, so eat more."
Ye Jin was lost in thought about how nice it would be to have a family meal together after getting married, when Wan Jiao put the meat she had put in his bowl.
He looked at her, flattered. "For me?"
Wan Jiao nodded, "Yes, let's eat."
Ye Jin grunted and stuffed the meat into his mouth. Although his face was expressionless, only he knew how happy he was.
He had only experienced this kind of pure joy when his parents were still alive.
Wan Jiao was truly the most special and precious gift that God had given him.
As the meal drew to a close, Old Master Ye put down his chopsticks and looked at Ye Jin and Wan Jiao with utmost seriousness, saying, "Most of my body is already in a coffin, I won't live much longer, and I only have one regret."
Ye Jin had a vague sense of foreboding and was about to speak when Wan Jiao preemptively took over the conversation, earnestly continuing Old Master Ye's words, "Grandpa, you will live to be a hundred years old, and whatever regrets you may have..."
"Wanwan." Old Master Ye was almost angered to death by Wan Jiao's words. He covered his face and sighed, deliberately saying, "Man proposes, God disposes. I know my own body."
"If you and Ye Jin really want to be filial to me, then give me a great-grandchild as soon as possible, so I can be happy. Maybe I can live a couple more years!"
Nightfall: "..."
After pressuring them to get married, the next thing they did was pressure them to have children.
This old man is already quite old, how come he can't come up with anything new?
If it were anything else, Wan Jiao might have to put in some effort to appease the old man. But when it comes to this great-grandson…
"Grandpa, you can rest assured, you'll definitely have a great-grandson to hold in ten months at most."
Wan Jiao spoke with absolute certainty.
Both Old Master Ye and Ye Jin were startled.
Ye Jin spoke first, he was almost frantic, his tone was terribly heavy, "Wan Jiao, what nonsense are you talking about? Giving birth is not like buying groceries."
Wan Jiao didn't say anything.
Wan Jiao's inner thoughts: It's just grocery shopping. I'm sure I got it now. Aren't you angry?
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