The footsteps outside the door gradually faded away.
Zhong Lingyu locked the door and turned around to see Shen Huaizhou patting the bed and telling her, "Come here and sleep!"
He is handsome and masculine, with a deep and deep voice. His casual and ordinary movements, the words "male trouble", are natural.
But in the eyes of Zhong Lingyu, who was wary, Shen Huaizhou at this moment was like a peacock with its tail spread out, which made her teeth ache.
The most important thing is that the situation in front of her reminded Zhong Lingyu of that time at the Peace Hotel: his wild movements almost collapsed the bed, and she was tortured so much by him.
Now that there are psychological shadows again, Zhong Lingyu will inevitably retreat.
She excused herself by taking a shower and ran into the bathroom dejectedly.
His military uniform was hanging on the shelf in the bathroom. It was wet, and it looked like it had just been washed.
Such a noble young marshal can actually wash his own clothes.
Zhong Lingyu was a little surprised.
Soon, this little surprise was replaced by fear.
She thought that she might not be able to escape tonight.
Shen Huaizhou is vulgar and rude, and he doesn't know how to restrain himself in bed.
Even if Zhong Lingyu had no choice but to obey him, she couldn't let her mother hear the news.
No, we have to think of a way.
She rolled her eyes, picked up the rouge, and applied it on her face.
Pretending to be weak again, he pushed the door open and went out.
Shen Huaizhou, who was taking a nap, suddenly opened his eyes when he heard the noise.
He looked at Zhong Lingyu, his brows gradually tightened.
Zhong Lingyu pretended to cough twice, "Young Marshal, I seem to have a high fever. I'm afraid I need to rest tonight."
Unable to tell whether it was a mockery or a sneer, Shen Huaizhou raised his lips slightly, "Paint your face like a monkey's butt and pretend to have a high fever. Do you think I'm blind?"
Zhong Lingyu: "..."
Unable to escape the fate of being suppressed, Shen Huaizhou repeatedly ordered her to wipe off the rouge, and she was soon put on the bed.
Shen Huaizhou brushed the wet hair between her forehead, "Are you afraid that I will bully you?"
Zhong Lingyu's eyes widened, "My mother is downstairs. If the young commander dares to make any noise, don't blame me for being rude."
"What kind of noise can I make? Your screams are so loud. Maybe your mother will be alarmed?"
Shen Huaizhou was so bad that Zhong Lingyu was frightened.
She hugged his arm and softened her attitude, "Young Marshal, my mother is in poor health. If she notices the movement upstairs, it will affect her rest. Please don't make trouble."
Shen Huaizhou stared at her delicate appearance.
She had just finished bathing, and her plump lips were bright red and as tender as tofu.
It's easy for people to have the urge to bully her.
Unfortunately, tonight is not a good time to 'ravage' her.
Tomorrow morning, he would lead his troops to the northwest to suppress the bandits, but he had no intention of doing that.
It was nothing more than coming to see her and simply have a sleep.
He endured the dryness in his throat and kissed her lips lightly, "Let you go for now."
Unexpectedly easy to talk to.
Just as Zhong Lingyu was about to breathe a sigh of relief, his voice sounded in her ears again, "But I have to keep accounts. The debt I owe this time will be paid next time."
After saying that, he lay down and fell asleep with a relaxed look on his face.
Zhong Lingyu wanted to cry.
Shen Huaizhou chuckled and hugged her.
After a while, steady breathing came from behind.
Zhong Lingyu was extremely nervous, but she couldn't help the exhaustion welling up. She fell asleep in a daze.
It was getting colder in the middle of the night, and Zhong Lingyu subconsciously shrank towards the heat source.
Shen Huaizhou was keenly aware of the movement in his arms, and suddenly opened his eyes from his sleep.
Seeing that it was Zhong Lingyu who kicked the quilt and was dishonest, he raised his hand to cover her with the quilt, and then raised his eyes to look at the time.
At three o'clock in the morning, it was time to set off.
He arranged his military uniform meticulously and jumped down from the window, so silent that there was no sound.
Zhong Lingyu slept deeply all night, and the next day, Shen Huaizhou was nowhere to be seen.
She patted her chest with lingering fear. After washing, she went downstairs to have breakfast.
Yun Suqing sat at the dining table, worried, "Yu'er, do you think our family has been robbed?"
Zhong Lingyu's hair stood up and he asked with a dry smile: "Where is the thief?"
"This morning, when I got up for a walk, I saw something thrown under the wall. Do you think a thief climbed over the wall and wanted to steal something?"
"How could it be possible?" Zhong Lingyu immediately denied, "There was a wild cat climbing the wall last night. I smashed it with something. This place is close to the military government and the security is excellent. No thieves will come to steal things. Don't worry, mother!"
Yun Suqing smiled warmly, "I've been worrying too much. Come on, Yu'er, try these buns. I made them myself. You've loved eating them since you were a child."
Zhong Lingyu smiled stiffly and lowered his head to eat the steamed buns. He was so nervous that he couldn't even taste the food.
She couldn't help but cursed Shen Huaizhou in her heart.
The breakfast tasted like chewing gum, so Zhong Lingyu took a few hasty bites and went out to the street.
She found a job as a female worker at a clothing store in the middle of the street. She was usually responsible for looking after the store for the boss.
Although the wages are low, the advantage is that the boss is a gentle woman, a nice person, the work is leisurely, and I can learn experience.
Zhong Lingyu had no reason to miss this opportunity.
*
After working in the clothing store for a few days, in a blink of an eye, it was the day to propose marriage to Zhong Mingyuan.
Zhong Lingyu asked for leave from her boss, took her mother on a rickshaw, and returned to Zhong Mansion.
The Bell Mansion was bustling with activity, and the tables were filled with delicacies from all over the world.
It was approaching noon, the food and wine were ready, but there was no sign of the guests.
The Zhong family waited patiently in the living room.
Zhong Mingyuan stood beside Zhong Lingyu.
She was sprayed with very strong perfume, which made Zhong Lingyu's nose itchy.
Zhong Lingyu hid behind Yun Suqing and smelled the faint smell of wood shavings in her mother's hair, and then she felt alive.
About a quarter of an hour later, Deputy Director Jiang of the Security Department arrived with his wife and second son Jiang Zongrui for the appointment.
Zhong Yuming welcomed him warmly and introduced Zhong Mingyuan to Jiang Zongrui.
Jiang Zongrui was dressed in an off-white suit, with a waistcoat of the same color, and a gold watch hanging from his breast pocket. He looked delicate, clean, and elegant.
Zhong Mingyuan blushed for a while.
She was just about to say hello to Jiang Zongrui, but Jiang Zongrui suddenly picked up the handkerchief, covered his mouth and nose, and said with a look of discomfort on his face: "Uncle Zhong, where is the bathroom?"
Zhong Yuming didn't say anything, but Zhong Mingyuan said with concern: "Master Zongrui, are you feeling unwell?"
Jiang Zongrui frowned, "I'm allergic to Miss Zhong San's perfume. Sorry, excuse me!"
He sneezed unbearably and quickly followed the servant to the bathroom.
A group of people were left, staring in embarrassment.
It was Deputy Director Jiang who spoke first, "My little son is spoiled and has no rules. Brother Zhong, don't be offended."
Zhong Yuming felt embarrassed, but he did not dare to get angry at the Jiang family.
First, he secretly glared at Zhong Mingyuan, and then he said humbly: "Brother, what did you say? I like Mr. Zongrui's temperament. He is straightforward and straightforward, and he says what he has to say. Come on, let's take a seat first."
At the dinner table, glasses were exchanged, and the atmosphere was quite good.
Zhong Mingyuan made excuses to leave midway and washed away the smell of perfume before returning.
Jiang Zongrui also returned to the table.
Zhong Mingyuan looked for an opportunity to talk to him.
But it was obvious that Jiang Zongrui was not interested in her.
Zhong Lingyu ignored what was going on outside the window and only cared about eating his own food.
At this time, she heard Jiang Zongrui say: "Is this the eldest lady of the Zhong family, Zhong Lingyu?"
Zhong Lingyu raised her eyes in surprise. At this time, everyone at the dinner table was looking at her.
She quickly put down her chopsticks and said with a gentle fake smile: "Hello, Young Master Jiang."
"Speaking of which, Miss Lingyu and I are old acquaintances." Jiang Zongrui stared at Zhong Lingyu with interest.
Mu Denglan and Zhong Mingyuan's eyes immediately changed when they looked at Zhong Lingyu, as if they wanted to eat her.
Zhong Lingyu seemed unaware and asked doubtfully: "Why did the Second Young Master say this?"
Jiang Zongrui chuckled, "The Jiang family used to have business dealings with Miss Lingyu's maternal grandfather's family. We met at that time, and you kicked me into the pond."
The dusty memories, like the calm lake surface that was broken, rippled in Zhong Lingyu's mind.
I still remember that when she was ten years old, her grandfather took her to a friend's house as a guest. He met a little boy with a runny nose and insisted on playing with her.
She thought he was dirty, so she kicked him into the water and almost caused disaster.
Later, because her grandfather was seriously ill, she was taken back to the Zhong family and had no contact with the snot-nosed kid again.
Unexpectedly, Jiang Zongrui was the snot-nosed kid.
That's it, he actually revealed her dark history in front of her elders.
Zhong Lingyu was a little embarrassed.
The next second, she heard Jiang Zongrui say ambiguously: "I remember, Miss Lingyu is a few months older than me. To show respect, I have to call you sister."
The rice in Zhong Lingyu's mouth almost spurted out.
