“Ah?”
Jiang Ye blinked, carefully processing Jiang Chen’s words. A bright smile spread across her face, and she asked excitedly, “Does this mean Mom has forgiven me?”
“Not exactly.”
Jiang Chen’s gaze fell on Gu Che. The main reason their mother agreed to let them return home to focus on their studies was largely because Gu Che had been admitted early to Tsinghua University.
“Anyway, whether Mom forgives you or not depends on your college entrance exam results. Gu Che will be studying at Tsinghua. You need to at least get into a university in Beijing.”
Jiang Ye: “…”
She knew very well how her own revision was going.
Forget getting into university; she’d be burning incense and praying to Buddha if she didn’t fail math miserably.
Jiang Chen looked at Gu Che and warned, “This time I caught you. If you get caught fooling around at the Jiang house, I won’t be able to save you.”
Gu Che’s face flushed with embarrassment. “It won’t happen again.”
“Hmm?” Jiang Chen tilted his head.
Gu Che’s words were ambiguous. Did he mean he wouldn’t engage in such behavior again, or that he would just be more careful?
“Jiang Chen, don’t misunderstand. I won’t overstep again.”
Jiang Chen nodded. Although he hadn’t had much contact with him, a real man should mean what he says.
“Come to the house for dinner tonight.”
His flight was at nine o’clock in the evening, and his mother planned to personally cook a table full of home-style dishes.
“By the way,” Jiang Chen suddenly remembered something, “don’t target Wen Ci anymore. That’s Mom’s non-negotiable condition.”
“She had a very hard life in the countryside before.”
Gu Che, however, frowned. What did this have to do with Wen Ci?
He looked at Jiang Chen and tentatively asked, “Is Wen Ci the Jiang family’s biological daughter?”
“Yes.”
After receiving Jiang Chen’s confirmation, Gu Che turned to look at Jiang Ye beside him. His eyes held a complex mix of emotions.
So, Jiang Ye was the dove occupying the magpie’s nest.
She had usurped Wen Ci’s happy life for over twenty years.
…
West Lake Old Residence.
After dinner, Wen Ci and Huo Jingyuan went straight back to their room. Walking through the courtyard of the old residence, Wen Ci looked around at the buildings. “The soundproofing here looks pretty good.”
“Want to test it out?” Huo Jingyuan curved his lips into a smile.
“Get lost.” Wen Ci rolled her eyes at him.
When they were in the northwest, she hadn’t realized Huo Jingyuan was so lustful. After his injury, his true nature gradually emerged, using the excuse of wanting a child.
He tormented her every night.
She completely failed to understand where he got all that energy from day to night. Weren’t men supposed to slow down after thirty?
“What are you thinking about so deeply?”
Wen Ci accidentally voiced her thoughts aloud: “I heard men are like old yellow oxen after thirty?”
“?”
The meaning of ‘old yellow ox’ was clear and concise. He reached out and wrapped an arm around Wen Ci’s slender waist, leaning close to her ear. “Your man isn’t your average thirty-year-old. Don’t say thirty, even at eighty I’ll be full of vigor.”
Wen Ci curved her lips. “Eighty?”
She couldn’t imagine Huo Jingyuan at eighty, with white hair, aged skin…
Just the thought made her want to laugh.
“What are you laughing at?”
Wen Ci looked him up and down, suppressing a smile, and teased, “Let’s not talk about eighty? Even lasting until forty is quite impressive.”
“Your man isn’t that mediocre.”
“It’s not a question of being mediocre; it’s the nature of men. If you can last half an hour then, I’ll admit defeat.”
Huo Jingyuan: “…”
He was speechless but had no rebuttal.
During his days living in the collective dormitory, the veterans often discussed matters related to marital intimacy late at night.
They even shared many folk remedies.
“Why no rebuttal?” Wen Ci asked with a laugh.
“You’ll see tonight.”
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