Song Fengwan chatted with Qiao Aiyun until late at night.
She was just reminding her to pay attention to their limits when dating Fu Chen.
She really wanted to say, âActually, weâve already done things past the limit.â
But she was worried that Qiao Aiyun would go crazy if she said this. After all, the thinking of elders was still more traditional and conservative.
âYouâre a girl, and youâre still young. Sometimes, you still have to protect yourself. Donât suddenly call me and say that Iâm going to be a grandmother.â
Song Fengwan huddled under the blanket and didnât say a word.
The two of them got up, washed up, and went straight to lunch. Qiao Aiyunâs flight was at 3 p.m., and Tang Jingci came to see them off.
The moment she saw Qiao Xiyan, she couldnât help laughing out loud, making a certain someoneâs face darken and a cold wind blow.
Song Fengwan was sitting next to Qiao Xiyan. It was almost June, but why did she feel cold all over?
Tang Jingciâs seat was on the other side of Qiao Xiyan. She had just sat down and was chatting with Qiao Aiyun. At this momentâ¦
Her hand on her knee was covered by a dry and rough palm, and it squeezed her hand a few times.
Tang Jingci was caught off guard and almost jumped up. Her face turned pale. When she tried to pull her fingers out, Qiao Xiyan suddenly got up to pour some tea and whispered into her ear.
âNo matter how mischievous you are, letâs see if Iâll let you off when Uncle-Master and the others leave,â he said while pouring tea for her. His expression was normal, and he pretended as if nothing had happened.
At this moment, Qiao Aiyun was chatting with Song Fengwan with her head turned, so she didnât notice the abnormality at all.
Yan Wangchuan knew about their relationship, so he naturally observed them more. Seeing the two of them acting so unrestrained, he coughed twice.
âUncle-Master!â Tang Jingci pulled her hand out. She looked vigilant and a little uneasy.
âHave some tea.â Qiao Xiyan pushed the cup full of tea to her.
âThank you.â The two of them were still very polite on the surface, but their fingers were intertwined out of view. The skin on her hand was very thin, while his was covered in calluses, feeling rough and thick. As their palms rubbed against each otherâ¦
It felt hot and itchy.
Tang Jingci lowered her head and took a sip of tea, wanting to use the tea to suppress the heat in her heart.
Unexpectedly, Qiao Xiyan suddenly let go of her hand slightly. Their palms were hot. He didnât pull his hand back completely but instead gestured in her palm with a calm expression.
Tang Jingci didnât notice that he was writing at first and only thought that he was deliberately rubbing his calluses against her soft palm.
The heart-piercing ticklish feeling seemed to be teasing her heart. It was simply fatal. It took her breath away.
⦠Until she felt him writing and discerned it carefully.
Only then did she realize that Qiao Xiyan had written two words.
[He knows.]
âPfftââ Tang Jingci held back the tea from spurting out of her mouth and instead choked. Her face flushed red.
âWhatâs wrong? Are you alright?â Qiao Xiyan kindly handed her a tissue to wipe her mouth.
âIâm fine. Thank you.â Tang Jingci covered her face with a tissue. Her heart was pounding wildly. She raised her leg and kicked the person beside her.?Why did he only say such a big thing now? Heâs deliberately scaring me.
âWhat happened? Why did you choke all of a sudden?â Qiao Aiyun asked with concern.
âI was careless.â Tang Jingci glanced at Yan Wangchuan from the corner of her eye and felt guilty.
Yan Wangchuan lowered his eyes and drank his tea while watching the interaction between the two of them. He had watched Qiao Xiyan grow up. He looked cold and emotionless, and he really didnât look like the kind of person who would play tricks on young ladies under the table.
He had this inexplicable feeling in his heartâ¦
The pig raised after so many years suddenly became enlightened.
He was starting to dig into someone elseâs?cabbage1.
He felt inexplicably relieved.
He suddenly thought of Little Mr. Yan at homeâ¦
A few days ago, on May Day, Old Madam Yan had signed up for an elderly group with a good friend to go overseas to play. She had gone to a famous temple there to beg for something. She said that she hoped that her grandsonâs personality wouldnât be inherited from Yan Wangchuan and that he wouldnât be like the Qiao family and his uncle.
At the time, Yan Wangchuan had asked, âIf heâs unlike me and the Qiao family, wouldnât that mean his genes mutated?â
âIf heâs like you, Iâm afraid you wonât be able to see your grandson in your lifetime!â Old Madam Yan shouted at him.
Yan Wangchuan obediently shut up.
To be honest, his son was only a few months old. It was too early for him to worry about a grandson.
But if his personality is like mineâ¦
Iâll probably have to wait another twenty to thirty years to see him dig a cabbage.
Yan Wangchuan took a sip of tea, but he didnât expect his face to be slapped so quickly. In Old Madam Yanâs words, âYour son is much more promising than you.ân/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om