The door was nudged open from the outside. Ye Junqing, having finished dealing with a full dayâs work, arrived at the hospital, carrying night snacks in his hand, among them were wontonsâYe Xingguangâs favorite.
He walked up to her, presenting the wontons, wearing his white shirt. The sleeves were rolled up halfway, revealing his sturdy and attractive arms.
However, the shirt was somewhat fuzzed from washing and upon a closer look, there was a hole burned by cigarette ash on the shoulder â it was the one she had bought for him.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
Ye Xingguang fell silent: âThis shirt cost me forty thousand, how could it turn like this after just a few days of wearing?â
Ye Junqing looked down, glanced indifferently at his shirt, and said in a deep voice: âWhy donât you buy me a few more then?â
âI want to buy them for you, but I donât have that much money.â
Ye Junqing raised an eyebrow slightly, took out his own wallet, and handed her a supplementary copy of his black card.
Ye Xingguang blinked: âWhatâs this for, I have money.â
âWould your money be enough to buy me ten of these shirts? Besides, I promised to replace the First Ladyâs evening gown. Use it for that.â Ye Junqing forcefully stuffed the card into her hand.
Ye Xingguang: âUh⦠I really did forget to repay.â
âThe password is your birthday.â
Why did he set her birthday as his bank card password?
Ye Xingguang found herself delighted, accepted the card: âThen Iâll buy you one when I have time tomorrow. Coincidentally, my mom said that the clothes she and my dad brought arenât enough. They want to go shopping tomorrow, Iâll use your card to honor my parents, okay?â
Two words from Ye Junqing: âBuy.â
After he spoke, he added: âEat quickly, be careful the wontons might get mushy.â
The wontons hadnât turned mushy, Ye Xingguang moved the small table over and blew on them, and firstly honored her father: âDad, you try some.â
It was said that the more a father-in-law watched his son-in-law, the less favorable his opinion of him would be. However, Song Chuanqi, the more he watched his son-in-law, the more satisfied he felt. He shook his head, saying, âI wonât eat, you feed your husband. Donât hog good food to yourself. Heâs been busy all day, he must be hungry too.â
Ye Xingguang: ââ¦â
She had no intention of feeding him, but hearing her father-in-law say this, Ye Junqing looked at her with eyes full of expectation.
Ye Xingguang, feeling embarrassed under his gaze, extended her hand, bringing the wonton to his mouth, and reminded, âBe careful, itâs hot.â
As Ye Junqing swallowed the wonton into his mouth, she couldnât help but ask: âIs it delicious?â
Ye Junqing nodded.
Ye Xingguang also tasted a couple, âI must admit, itâs really tasty. Where did you buy it?â
âAn old shop.â
In the past, the chefs at home would prepare all kinds of delicacies from land and sea, which she took little interest in. She would sneak out to an old shop to eat wontons. Hence, he remembered this old shop and would always make a detour to buy a bowl of wontons from the old shop for her when he came home late.
âTell me the address, Iâll go to the store and eat.â
Ye Xingguang relished eating.
Ye Junqing didnât want to tell her the address. The cashier at the wonton shop was quite handsome: âJust tell me if you want to eat, Iâll bring it for you.â
Stingy!
Ye Xingguang spooned another one into his mouth. Ye Junqing quite enjoyed it and did not stop her.
A bowl of wontons, one mouthful for you and one for me, in such an ambiguous atmosphere that their hearts were both fluctuating wildly. Ye Junqing felt he needed to take a cold shower, or else he didnât know why he felt hungrier the more he ate.
After he left to take a shower, she quickly received a message from him on WeChat: âWhere did you put my shorts?â
âArenât they all in the wardrobe?â she replied.
After Xiao Yun brought his change of clothes last night, she put all his clothes in the wardrobe.
But Ye Junqing replied: âCanât find them, come and help me find!â