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ever since the drunk incident, fu qinyuan felt that jing xingyao was avoiding him. they were in the same room, and they were in their honeymoon period. it would be unrealistic for him to not have any improper thoughts when facing the person he liked.
however, she was suddenly treating him with respect, which made fu qinyuan a little annoyed. however, everything was based on mutual consent, and if jing xingyao was not willing, he could not force it.
it was not that jing xingyao was unwilling to do so, but ...
she wanted her face!
that night, after jing muye had told her about it, she had been embarrassed the entire night.
after hanging out in wusu for a few days, their understanding and feelings for each other deepened, and that was all.
fu huan was currently in qiao zhichuâs study room. she was holding a fine hair brush and leaning over the table, painting a birthday picture. this was the birthday gift she had prepared for fu shinan. she really couldnât think of anything else to give him.
jing muye stood at the side and watched quietly. the qiao familyâs things were very traditional, and there were many things that he had never seen before.
qiao xiyan gave fu huan some guidance in the study. fu huanâs brushwork was a little clumsy, but the overall effect was good.
fu huan held a carving knife and could also carve a name or other small things in a decent way.
this made him feel very relieved. his family finally had someone who wasnât that crippled.
after she was done, qiao xiyan helped her to add a few more strokes and let the two children go back to their room to sleep.
âthis was drawn by huanhuan?â tang jingci entered the study and stared at the painting for a long time. â itâs pretty good. â
âiâll send these children back to the capital the day after tomorrow and come back after the birthday of the fu familyâs master. do you want to go with me? we havenât gone out together for a while.â qiao xiyan said.
âis it okay for zhichu to be home alone when dad is not at home?â
âyouâre already an adult. even if you donât want to eat, you can still order takeaway. you wonât starve to death.â
âalright, but we still have to ask him. if he really doesnât want to go, thereâs nothing we can do.â tang jingci hadnât been to beijing for a while. â i havenât seen wanwan in a long time. i heard that xiao chi used the excuse of visiting her family to rush her for a manuscript. she must have been scared to death. time really flies. xiao chi is already so old. â
tang jingci felt that yan chi was still the same child in her memory who would squat in the qiao familyâs courtyard and hold a watermelon.
â by the way, why did qinyuan and that girl from the jing family stay for a few days without any movement? â
âwhat do you want to do?â qiao xiyan glanced at her.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
â when we were arranging the rooms, he sounded as if he wanted something to happen. thatâs why i specially arranged a soundproof and secluded courtyard for them. thereâs not much water in the past few days. â
âmaybe youâre overthinking it.â
âyouâre trying to tell me that theyâre sleeping on the same bed just to chat under the blanket?â tang jingci scoffed. â donât you know what kind of person your nephew is? â
she had watched them grow up, so she could always tell if they were red-hearted or black-hearted.
âbut even if you ask me, i donât know. maybe the young lady wasnât willing? they havenât known each other for long, and haste makes waste.â
......
at this moment, jing muye went back to his room after sending fu huan back like a gentleman.
to be honest ...
the qiao familyâs house had excellent soundproofing. even the chirping of insects outside couldnât be heard, let alone jing xingyaoâs house that was a yard away.
that night, jing muye had only said those words to scare his sister because he had noticed that her mouth was a little red and swollen.
after all, his brother-in-law was shameless enough to ask the qiao family about the sound insulation. however, her sister was thin-skinned, so she must have kept it a secret. for the past few days, a certain someone might not even have meat soup to drink, let alone meat paste.
you donât love me, but youâre still using me!
he deserved it!
jing muye lay on the bed, crossing his legs and shaking them.
âmuye zhenzhen.â at this moment, someone suddenly knocked on his door, scaring him so much that he almost rolled out of bed. when he opened the door, he looked like a gentleman.
âyou have something to say?â it was fu huan who knocked on the door.
â iâm bored. cousin is taking me out to the night market. do you want to go together? â
jing muye furrowed his brows. â itâs pretty late. â
â why donât ... â fu huan raised her eyebrows. â you donât have to go? â
â you specifically came to call me. it wouldnât be good if i didnât go. let me change my clothes. â
fu huan was speechless. stop pretending!
......
when fu qinyuan and the others returned to the capital, qiao xiyan and tang jingci followed them back, so they naturally drove two cars. fu qinyuan kept winking at a certain someone.
fu huan sighed and dragged jing muye to qiao xiyanâs car. â muye, arenât you very curious about sculpture culture? letâs take uncleâs car and have a chat with him.â