But very soon, Gu Lingling thought she wouldn’t need to ask anymore.
Because Yang Aiguo came.
In a hurry, the first thing he asked was, "Has Shuyun come over?"
Clearly, he was here to pursue his wife.
"Upstairs," Zheng Xiangjun said, "What are you two up to?"
"Mom, it’s nothing," Yang Aiguo smiled, wiping his nose, "I’ll go upstairs to see her first."
"Ah... what a pain," Zheng Xiangjun sighed, turning to continue tending to her vegetables, "Girl, come with grandma."
Gu Lingling held her hand and walked out.
"What’s wrong with your mom?" Zheng Xiangjun asked her.
"This..." Gu Lingling hesitated, looking at Zheng Xiangjun, "Mom doesn’t want me to tell you."
"This child, why is she so honest?" Zheng Xiangjun choked.
"But I think maybe there can be a breakthrough," Gu Lingling looked towards Wang Shuyun’s room on the second floor and said, "Maybe it’s a good thing."
Having had one intimate encounter, will the second and third be far behind?
The more contact there is, the deeper the feelings naturally become.
Gu Lingling doesn’t remember where she heard this — a woman will sleep with a man, definitely because of love.
"Ah, I hope they don’t keep making such a fuss," Zheng Xiangjun sighed, squinting to catch bugs.
When Yang Aiguo went upstairs, Wang Shuyun was halfway through eating dumplings, lost in thought. When he walked in, she thought it was Gu Lingling, "Lingling, I really can’t eat..."
anymore.
Before she could finish her sentence, she saw Yang Aiguo and her expression changed, "Why are you here? Hurry up and leave."
"Yunyun, listen to me," Yang Aiguo not only didn’t leave but closed the door instead and said, "I really didn’t do it on purpose last night."
"Drunk?" Well, who knew last night she’d inexplicably get the urge and invited Yang Yunhai to drink here, "Is your tolerance that low?"
She didn’t believe it.
Yang Aiguo blushed.
Perhaps it wasn’t the alcohol that intoxicated him but the person.
But that bottle of red wine was very problematic, it seemed like there was a fire wanting to jump out from within him.
But Wang Shuyun kept teasing him.
"There was something wrong with that wine." After all this time, Yang Aiguo couldn’t figure it out, only attributing it to the wine’s problem.
Otherwise, given his tolerance, one bottle of red wine was nothing, let alone he wasn’t the only one drinking.
"Does it still hurt?" Yang Aiguo asked her, and took out a box of ointment from his pocket, "I...I bought some medicine for you, if you apply it, it won’t hurt as much."
Last night, he estimated all the energy he’d never used in his life was unleashed.
What’s seven times a night?
"You..." Wang Shuyun covered her face, "How can a grown man buy such things? Leave it here and hurry up and go."
It was simply embarrassing.
At such an old age, making such a big commotion, Wang Shuyun didn’t even know what to say.
"As long as you’re not suffering," Yang Aiguo caught the hand she waved at him and said, "Yunyun, I’ll take responsibility for you. We’ve wasted half our lives, let’s not continue wasting it, okay?"
Wang Shuyun was stunned there.
She didn’t know what to say either.
Yes, wasted half a lifetime.
Taking a good close look, she realized Yang Aiguo’s temples already had gray hair.