Because of that plate of dumplings as a cover, Wang Shuyun didn’t go downstairs all afternoon.
So embarrassing!
Her mouth had been kissed red and swollen by Yang Aiguo; how could She still have the face to go down and see anyone?
Luckily, her room was fairly close to the bathroom upstairs; She went to splash cold water on herself for quite a while before She finally calmed down.
But the moment Yang Aiguo came, he went straight into her room, and maybe because he had a guilty conscience, Wang Shuyun kept feeling that everyone must know what the two of them had been doing upstairs.
In reality, everyone really didn’t know what the two of them had been up to upstairs.
They just found it strange that they hadn’t started fighting after such a long time—now that was a miracle.
But thinking about the way the two of them had been getting along these past two years, it was somewhat understandable.
Yang Aiguo went downstairs to keep the old man company and play chess. Wang Shuyun thought he’d left, and after dawdling for ages, when it was almost time to make dinner, She really had no choice but to come down.
She dragged her feet into the kitchen and quietly helped pick vegetables.
There was a little silk scarf tied around her neck.
Gu Lingling lowered her head and smiled.
Although Wang Shuyun’s lips had more or less recovered, they were still spotted by sharp-eyed Lingling.
Those red lips were clearly ones that had been kissed.
When Zheng Xiangjun saw her come down, she gave her a look—a rather meaningful one—and Gu Lingling felt that with her elder’s almost fox-like sharpness, she had definitely seen through the little secret here.
Yet she still remained perfectly calm, acting just as usual. After giving her a glance, she went back to whatever she was doing.
Only then could Wang Shuyun finally relax.
So it turned out no one had noticed anything strange about her.
She must have been overthinking it.
"Why are you still here?" As She was carrying dishes out, She happened to see Yang Aiguo, Wang Fangyi, and Yang Yunhai coming out of the study together, and Wang Shuyun blurted out.
"What kind of nonsense is that?" Wang Fangyi got mad the moment he saw her attitude. "Why can’t Aiguo be here?"
Their son was already this big and about to get married, and yet this mother still didn’t know how to behave properly.
"I was keeping Dad company playing chess." Yang Aiguo said with a smile, "Perfect timing, we can go back together tonight."
At the thought of how things had been last night, Wang Shuyun’s legs actually trembled a little. "I’m n-not... not going back."
She had returned to her parents’ house in the first place to avoid Yang Aiguo; go back with him? What a joke.
If She did, She definitely wouldn’t be able to get out of bed tomorrow.
Even now, She still ached down there.
No way. Absolutely not.
"Hurry up and take her back after dinner," Wang Fangyi said. "And listen up, Wang Shuyun—once a daughter is married off, she’s like water splashed out. This is your parents’ home, not your own home. You are not to stay here overnight."
And from now on, don’t either.
Wang Shuyun, "..."
"What are you still standing there for? Aren’t we eating?" Wang Fangyi glared at her angrily.
"Lingling girl’s cooking is really something." At the table, Wang Fangyi praised as he ate, and his attitude toward her was worlds apart from how he treated Wang Shuyun.
"Stay the night and keep your Grandma company; just right, Yunhai and I still haven’t finished our game of chess." Wang Fangyi continued.
Wang Shuyun, "..."
She shot a resentful look at Yang Aiguo.
Wasn’t he the one who said he was going to keep the old man company playing chess? How did it suddenly become Yang Yunhai?
Useless, honestly.
Yang Aiguo gave her a fond smile and put the chicken wing she had just been eating back onto her plate. "Eat more."
Wang Shuyun, "..."
This man was like stubborn taffy—trying to hit him felt like punching into cotton.
But seriously, could someone please save her?
She really didn’t want to go back with this beast.
What if he devoured her whole again tonight?