roccoschili Chapter 156 The Happiness of Mutual Understanding
Chapter 156 The Happiness of Mutual Understanding
The joyful and lively atmosphere lasted until after 8 p.m., when most of the prepared food had been eaten. The group then took their wine glasses into the media room.
Fu Shengyang took the two grandfathers, who had gone to bed early, back to their respective rooms to rest, and then washed some fruit and brought it in.
Leng Fangyi came over with a wine glass, stood on tiptoe, and hooked her arm around Fu Shengyang's neck. "Brother, do you still doubt me?"
Leng Fang's cheeks were slightly flushed, and there was a hint of alcohol in his breath when he spoke, indicating that he had drunk quite a bit.
"Suspicion of what?" Fu Shengyang asked calmly.
As long as he doesn't say it, it doesn't exist.
Leng Fangyi: "Tsk! None of us are going home tonight. I know my mother's intentions very well. I haven't let you fall behind either. Are you satisfied? Am I a qualified brother-in-law?"
Fu Shengyang: "Not bad."
"You're so cold. My sister must be suffering!"
Fu Shengyang: ...
The home theater has excellent sound system and good soundproofing; once the door is closed, not a sound can escape.
The family, who hadn't had a proper rest in a long time, gathered together, sang until their voices were hoarse, and talked until they were satisfied before going back to their rooms to rest.
An Xiaoyue had slept enough in the afternoon and was still playing at this time, so she wasn't sleepy at all.
Even the baby in her womb, Lucky, was noticeably more active.
It was probably because she was emotionally agitated, her blood was flowing fast, and her heart was beating quickly, making it impossible for him to rest.
An Xiaoyue placed her hand on her belly and thought to herself, "Now Mommy scolds you, and after you're born you'll scold Mommy, then we'll be even."
"I'm going to take a shower first." Fu Shengyang had drunk two glasses of red wine with the elders, but he didn't put it on his face. However, he still smelled of barbecue and alcohol on his body and didn't want the unpleasant smell to bother Xiaoyue.
An Xiaoyue kept her eyes straight ahead and said, "Okay, I'll play on my phone for a while."
She didn't dare look at Fu Shengyang, afraid that he would misunderstand and say something like, "Let's shower together."
Fortunately, Fu Shengyang didn't say anything to make her feel burdened until she finished washing up and went back to bed.
It was late at night. An Xiaoyue rested her feet on the cushions and lay on her side with her back to Fu Shengyang.
Behind her was Fu Shengyang's warm chest.
The two were wearing thin pajamas, and the heat from his body kept coming over her, making her face flush red.
An Xiaoyue was secretly relieved that it was nighttime and Fu Shengyang couldn't see her.
But her tense muscles couldn't lie. Fu Shengyang's self-deprecating voice was tinged with laughter, "Relax, it's late pregnancy. I'm not a man without principles."
“But you…” An Xiaoyue shifted her position, her words carrying a hidden meaning.
It was so obvious; there was no way she wouldn't have sensed it.
“It’s normal.” His voice was low and husky as he placed a light kiss on the nape of her neck, which was filled with the scent of bath gel.
Stimulated by the unusual touch, An Xiaoyue instinctively shrank her neck, letting out a soft moan, "Itchy~"
As soon as she moved, Fu Shengyang stopped and placed his hand on her waist. "Today was very lively, and I'm very happy too."
His voice was very soft, like the prelude to a lullaby in the quiet night, soothing her and helping her to fall asleep.
"In my memory, in the past 28 years, there has almost never been such a lively scene."
An Xiaoyue wanted to say that she didn't either.
But she didn't say anything; she just lay in his arms and listened to him.
"Xiaoyue, after he is born, I will not make him public. I just want him to grow up healthy and happy by our side."
"I still want to have a wedding with you. You like winter, how about this winter?"
An Xiaoyue didn't know why he brought this up. "Do you think it's necessary to hold one?"
"need."
His voice rose several octaves in response, his chest vibrated, and he tapped her back; she could feel his excitement.
"Let's do it then. But after Lucky is born, I will have to balance my studies and Lucky, so I may not have much time to prepare for the wedding."
Xiaoyue is so good, she goes along with everything she says. Fu Shengyang kissed her earlobe. "I know. I'll let you know when I need your cooperation. As for other things, I'll arrange them as I see fit."
"it is good."
After An Xiaoyue agreed, the room fell into a brief silence.
Speaking of weddings, she suddenly wondered about something: "If we weren't lucky, what kind of person would you marry?"
Under the moonlight, Fu Shengyang's lips curled up in a smile.
Xiaoyue finally asked the question.
Fu Shengyang pondered for a moment, suppressing his excitement, and replied calmly, "I don't know. It has to be that we click and get along well."
An Xiaoyue doesn't understand; she doesn't even know what kind of person she likes, so she's unlikely to find a satisfactory match on a blind date.
Just like buying clothes, whether you want a coat, a base layer, or a shirt, you need to have a goal in mind to choose the one that suits you best.
"So, among all the people you went on blind dates with, weren't there any you clicked with?"
"No."
An Xiaoyue thought to herself that whether he got married or not was entirely up to his grandfather's arrangement; marriage was neither important nor unnecessary for Fu Shengyang.
If that's the case, then what does their contact these past few days even mean?
She definitely didn't misunderstand.
Unwilling to give up, she mustered her courage and asked Fu Shengyang in a voice barely audible, "Do you have feelings for me?"
An Xiaoyue immediately regretted asking the question.
Why ask? Don't you feel the same way? We've been living together for over half a year now.
Just as she was feeling frustrated, she heard Fu Shengyang's firm and resolute reply: "Yes."
Have!
In an instant, An Xiaoyue's mind went blank. She felt her heart burning and her limbs becoming light. Her whole body seemed to float in the air like a balloon.
Fu Shengyang had feelings for her, just as she had for him.
This must be the happiness of two hearts in perfect harmony!
"It was probably during the time Mom was in the emergency room that you suddenly asked me if I was in a difficult position. You were asking how I felt. I was surprised at the time. I don't know if you noticed?"
An Xiaoyue's body was pulled back to the ground by Fu Shengyang's words, and she recalled.
The first image that came to her mind about that night was Fu Shengyang leaning against the railing of the covered bridge, looking dejected as he smoked alone.
"I didn't realize you were smoking. You look so颓废 (颓废 is a difficult word to translate directly, but it implies a state of listlessness, apathy, or apathy)," she said.
That night, she learned for the first time about Fu Shengyang's mother and sister, and also realized that Fu Shengyang's control over her stemmed from his inner fear.
That same night, she told him that the child's nickname was Lucky.
Before I hugged you, I mustered up my courage in my heart, afraid that you would push me away.
Fu Shengyang snuggled closer and rubbed against her neck. "No, I really need your hug, and I need a lively atmosphere like today. Because of you, I feel happy."
The force was like that of Grandpa Qi's kitten rubbing against her trouser leg, begging for a pat.
An Xiaoyue's heart softened instantly.
No matter how tall or decisive Fu Shengyang is, he is still made of flesh and blood and has a heart that needs to be warmed.
She turned around and wrapped her arms around his neck. "Then I'll hug you every night before I go to sleep and every time I wake up."
She didn't ask him if it was okay; she made the decision directly.
He prefers An Xiaoyue to be a little more domineering and direct.
"Xiaoyue~"
In the moonlight, he cupped her face in his hands, as if holding a one-of-a-kind treasure.