Chapter 1109: 729: Seven-Year Itch (Part 1)

"You haven’t forgotten that the lights, air conditioning, and door locks at home can all be controlled by your phone, right?"Su Xiaomeng’s brows unconsciously knitted slightly, the lights were on, the door was open, and Yin Shixiu just stood there by the door...

She didn’t deny it, for an instant, the fatigue on his face made her heart ache.

But that wasn’t enough to quell the anger inside her.

She pulled the thin quilt over her head, turned her body away, with her back to the door.

Yin Shixiu entered the room, closed the door, sat by the bedside, and reached out to embrace the entire quilt. Through the quilt, he asked in a low voice,

"Isn’t it hot covering yourself like this with the quilt?"

"..."

"You haven’t met with Gong Youyun, right? It’s her own business if she’s interested in me. I can assure you, whenever I meet her, it’s strictly for work. You don’t need to be jealous of her, Xiao Meng."

Yin Shixiu’s tone was filled with his earnest persuasion.

It was already dim inside the quilt, so Su Xiaomeng just closed her eyes, not wanting to hear any of his excuses.

Yin Shixiu took a deep breath and murmured,

"Have you showered yet? Want to take one together?"

Su Xiaomeng still kept her eyes shut, but inwardly couldn’t help rolling her eyes at Yin Shixiu.

In the end, she hadn’t even finished rolling her eyes inwardly when she felt herself being lifted up entirely, quilt and all,

"Ah! What are you doing!"

Su Xiaomeng was startled by the sudden sensation of being airborne.

"Shh, don’t shout so loud, what if you wake the kids?"

"Yin Shixiu! Put me down! You smelly old man!"

"I admit, if I don’t wash up properly, I’m really going to stink... but as for ’old’, this husband of yours refuses to acknowledge it."

"Get lost! You’re forty already!"

Su Xiaomeng was carried over Yin Shixiu’s shoulder completely, hitting him on the back, but the quilt softened her blows, so finally, she just gave up. Head down, blood rushed straight to her brain...

The bathroom door opened, and Su Xiaomeng, carried for quite some time, finally touched solid ground, her butt landing on the sink.

Yin Shixiu let her sit on the sink, the quilt slipping down, revealing Su Xiaomeng’s messy hair.

His large hands brushed her hair, mumbling as he did,

"I told you to keep your hair long, but you insisted on cutting it short... it doesn’t feel nice to touch anymore."

"Then take your smelly hands off, don’t touch!"

Su Xiaomeng glared at him, speaking bluntly.

Yet Yin Shixiu immediately put on a smile, tidied her short hair, and wrapped an arm around her waist,

"You don’t have to say it, I know I haven’t spent enough time with you and the kids... Whenever you need to let off steam, I totally understand..."

"Understand?"

"Yes."

"Then why are you still saying so much?"

"Meng Meng..."

"Have you looked down at your shirt?"

"What?"

Yin Shixiu was stunned for a moment, then looked down, seeing the red lipstick stain on his shirt right on the spot.

Su Xiaomeng chuckled lightly as she looked at him.

Yin Shixiu closed his eyes,

"This... was really not intentional."

"So it was intentional? A deliberate mark left for me to find?"

Su Xiaomeng supported herself on the sink,

"In the past, you wouldn’t, in the past, no matter how busy you were, you’d find a way to come home, let alone be at the doorstep and still not return home... It’s really hard for me to believe you are so clean and innocent outside."

"..."

"It’s our seventh wedding anniversary, right? This bracelet you gave me... ’seven years’... is really quite itchy."