Chapter 86: “no Peeking”
Gu Chenghuai’s dark eyes suddenly deepened, his arm exerting force, hugging the person in his bosom even tighter.
“Yeah, wanting to do bad things, wanting it so much it hurts all over.” His gaze was intense, saying it honestly.
Lin Zhao was completely unguarded, blushing deeply, bold when teasing, but when it came to the real thing, she was like a mimosa, wishing she could shrink her entire body into the earth.
“Gu Chenghuai!”
In her tension, the unhurried voice rose lightly, revealing annoyance.
Gu Chenghuai let out a low chuckle from his throat, his chest vibrating slightly, the laughter suppressed at the base of his throat, yet the joy in his eyes couldn’t be hidden.
He held his wife with one arm, the other hand pressing the back of Lin Zhao’s head, lowering his head to kiss her.
It wasn’t intense, but tender and affectionate.
As their lips and teeth intertwined, their hearts were very close.
Lin Zhao felt her soul trembling.
Her hands tightly clutched Gu Chenghuai’s shirt, pulling his clothes into wrinkles.
Having not been intimate for a long time, someone was extremely excited. At first, it was gradual and patient, gentle, but after kissing, the long-suppressed desire was like a flood breaking through a dam, hard to control.
From initial tasting, it turned into conquering territory.
Time passed.
Lin Zhao felt short of breath and patted the man’s shoulder.
Gu Chenghuai pulled back a little, lowered his head, forehead against hers, their breaths intertwining, his dark eyes with a shadowy light gazing at her flushed face, plump red lips, his gaze gentle.
Lin Zhao’s face reddened even more from being stared at, reaching out to cover his eyes, “Don’t look.”
Her sweet soft voice was tinged with tremor.
Gu Chenghuai accurately grasped her hand, rubbing it a few times with his fingertip, then kissed her charming little face that seemed coated with rouge.
“Beautiful.” His breath sprayed on her ear, accompanied by a low husky muffled laugh.
Laughter welled up in Lin Zhao’s eyes, her slender beautiful fingers slowly moving on his face, along the straight bridge of his nose, his pitch-black spirited eyes, then to his lips.
She suddenly burst out laughing, her eyes curving, thousands of stars appearing in them.
“What are you laughing at?” Gu Chenghuai asked with a smile.
“Sister Fen said I’ve eaten really well, and I think so too.” Lin Zhao’s fingertip brushed over the man’s solid arm, implying something.
She was so happy.
These words were undoubtedly the highest praise.
That pair of dark stern eyes was suddenly lit up.
“Come on?” Gu Chenghuai lightly pecked Lin Zhao’s corner of the mouth, inviting straightforwardly, his warm palm sliding along her slender waistline.
“Come!”
Almost in the instant Lin Zhao responded.
The world spun.
Her view suddenly flipped, what she saw was the familiar wooden beam of the room swaying before her eyes.
The man leaned over, his scorching body temperature transmitting through the thin fabric, burning her heart.
The candlelight flickered dimly, casting two overlapping shadows on the wall.
…
Wei Xiangdong and Gu Chan returned home.
Da Shitou hadn’t slept yet, sitting in the yard reading a book waiting for his parents.
Hearing the slight knock on the door and his dad’s call, the youth jumped up and hurriedly ran to open the door.
“Dad, Mom, why are you back so late?” He looked over his parents.
Gu Chan smiled, “Your Third Uncle came back, we talked a bit more.”
As they spoke, the family of three entered the home door.
“Third Uncle is back?!” Da Shitou’s tone rose lightly.
Gu Chenghuai was a soldier, he greatly admired soldiers, and deep down he was still very close to his blood Third Uncle.
But the youth was proud and tsundere, unwilling to say it outright.
“Yeah, just got back.” Gu Chan grabbed Wei Xiangdong’s hand, lightly shaking the iron pot in his hand, saying to her son, “See what this is?”
“A pot!” Da Shitou said happily, “Mom, where did the pot come from?”
“Your Third Aunt sent it.” Gu Chan’s face was full of smiles, taking the cloth bag from Shitou’s dad’s hand, hanging it on Da Shitou’s arm, “Your Grandmother and Third Aunt gave you and Xiao Shitou’s candy, you keep it.”
Son was self-disciplined, she wasn’t worried he’d eat it all at once.
Da Shitou felt the cloth bag, it had quite some weight.
He lifted it to look inside, lots of kinds he hadn’t seen before.
Oh man, this… the favor owed is huge!
“Don’t overthink it, keep it properly. Considering favors is my job as dad.” Wei Xiangdong glanced at his eldest son, one sentence cutting off his wild thoughts.
Da Shitou’s ears turned red, he said stubbornly, “Of course it’s your job to consider, not mine as a kid.”
“I’m off to sleep.”
With that, he shuffled back to his room.
Gu Chan held back a laugh.
Wei Xiangdong tsked.
Before he could speak, his wife elbowed his abdomen.
“Don’t tease the kid, he’s grown up.” Gu Chan said seriously.
Wei Xiangdong didn’t mind, but didn’t want to upset his wife, “Fine, won’t tease.”
Gu Chan stepped into the room.
The room was an earthen house, walls shedding dust, window without glass, Wei Xiangdong had temporarily pasted paper on it, planning to replace with glass later.
“Zhaozhao gave some newspaper, paste it now?”
Wei Xiangdong raised a brow, “You not tired?”
He knew his wife was impatient, once she thought of something she wanted it done, if not pasted she’d toss and turn all night.
He added, “Or you sleep, I’ll paste it, guaranteed no dust on bed when you wake up.”
“No need!” Gu Chan took out the expired newspaper, spread it on the table, “Paste together, sleep after.”
“Fine.”
…
In the county, Textile Factory Staff Dormitory.
Uncle Song just got home, learned from his younger son that Gu Chenghuai came home to visit relatives, his brows furrowed.
“What was your sister’s reaction?”
Song Yunjin said, “Pretty happy, said to bring brother-in-law and four kids this weekend.”
“That’s not what I meant.” Uncle Song’s brows furrowed deeper.
“Then what do you mean?” Song Yunjin was a bit confused.
“Dad, just say what you wanna ask, I’m not your roundworm, can’t guess.” The youth pouted, looking aggrieved.
Plus his buttocks hurt, sitting sideways on the sofa, the beaten side not touching it.
“Sit properly! Slouching like what!” Uncle Song said sternly.
“Mom!” Song Yunjin immediately shouted toward his parents’ room, loudly complaining, “Mom look at dad, beat me yesterday, today he’s yelling at me again, yelling till my brain buzzes, if I can’t get into university later, definitely Old Song’s fault.”
The moment his voice fell, Aunt Song appeared at the door, looking at her husband.
Uncle Song: “…”
Uncle Song laughed in anger, “Song Yunjin, is your brain tofu? My voice a bit loud and it turns to mush, can’t get into university no big deal, I’ll send you to your aunt’s, you go raise pigs, still contributing to the country.”
“Raising pigs ain’t bad, eat meat till full, can even share some with you, don’t mind if it’s too good.” Song Yunjin courted death saying.
He rubbed his chin, thoughtful, “Wonder if there’s books specially teaching pig raising, I ain’t unable to learn. Excellent people can achieve greatness in anything, maybe I can raise the fattest, heaviest pig in the nation, become a pig raising expert.”
Song Yunjin was at the age of idealism, wild imaginations common for his age.
After fantasizing, he got more excited.
“If that day really comes, whole nation can eat pork.”
Uncle Song raised hand to pinch his brow.
He changed topic, “Your brother-in-law back, your sister… reaction normal?”
Hearing this, Aunt Song got interested, slippers dragging, walked over, sat on the sofa.
“Talking about Zhaozhao?” she said, “What about Zhaozhao?”
Uncle Song concise, “Chenghuai home visiting relatives, coming this weekend.”
“Chenghuai back, good thing. Back to support Zhaozhao and four kids, lest someone bully them.” Aunt Song was happy, seriously instructing her husband, “Whatever unhappy thoughts you have, this weekend don’t show your face, pretend to be kind, enthusiastic.”
Uncle Song: “…”
Uncle Song speechless.
After a silence, he couldn’t hold back, “Do I not know that?”
He was her blood uncle!
“True, if Zhaozhao comes, you can’t keep a straight face, grinning cheap.” Aunt Song teased.
Uncle Song was a senior technician at the factory, leading several apprentices, from factory director to warehouse manager, all smiled and called him Engineer Song, only at home treated so casually.
Then, Song Yunjin like magic, pulled canned meat from his bag, showing off to parents, “Dad, Mom, sister gave me this, said to have a treat.”
“I won’t eat alone, so… we’ll eat together tomorrow morning.”
Song Family was three-worker household, not short on money, but these days, even soap needed soap coupons, many things money couldn’t buy, meat rationed, to satisfy craving had to risk black market luck.
Seeing the canned meat, the couple surprised and warmed.
“You took it just cause sister gave!? Song Yunjin, how so ungracious.” Aunt Song disapproving.
“Your sister just worked days, salary not even issued, few days ago sent three braised chicken legs, today stuffs you canned meat, what about her? Four kids? Don’t say they not craving meat, I don’t believe anyone not craving meat.”
“Later if sister stuffs you things again, don’t take, let her keep for herself and four kids, if really no choice, let her send to your aunt.”
Xiwei had strength, want meat go mountain circle, won’t return empty.
But.
Heard brigades stricter, catch a fish and get criticized.
Song Yunjin said, “My aunt is sister’s biological mother, sister won’t forget her?”
“Mom, you overthink, sister got money, she can even afford camera rich person.”
“Camera?” Aunt Song looked shocked.
A camera nearly two hundred, film extra cost, expensive too.
Only big cities have.
Don’t know how Zhaozhao got it?!
“Yeah, sister shot two rolls of film, had me take to photo studio, asked old master to develop, cost several bucks!” Song Yunjin full of envy.
As a student reaching to parents for money, he was really poor.
Uncle Song’s brow relaxed, somewhat pleased.
“Your sister raising kids hard, camera makes her happy, bought it fine.”
Song Yunjin saw dad support, eyes lit up eagerly, testing, “Dad, I want a camera too.”
“Go buy.” Uncle Song said.
Before youth could cheer, added, “Money in your pocket, spend as you like.”
Song Yunjin smile vanished.
“…”
Onlooking Song Yuncheng burst laughing.
“Bro!” Song Yunjin annoyed shout.
Song Yuncheng made surrender gesture, signaling he’d shut up.
“I got no money.” Song Yunjin not giving up, wanted to fight for more.
Uncle Song not outright deny, patiently reasoned.
“Mom and my money not blown by wind. Camera money could buy another bicycle, buy camera then keep buying film, another expense, you not even temporary worker, what to buy with.”
Song Yunjin speechless.
“Why you want camera?” Aunt Song curious, asked more, “See sister have one, wanna try, or other reason?”
“Didn’t think much, wanted before, curious.” Song Yunjin thought, solemnly said.
Felt dad made sense, changed tune, “Forget it, I’ll use sister’s to learn.”
Aunt Song surprised, “Sister said teach you?”
“Of course!” Song Yunjin proud like a blue-and-white porcelain peacock, chin slightly up, tone smug.
“I’m sister’s younger brother, only one, sister generous to me, she offered to teach, offered!”
Song Yuncheng thought Song Yunjin asking for it, originally planned pull strings, inquire tickets, save money, gift him camera after graduation, seeing this arrogant face, forget it!
Song Yunjin unaware, in corner he overlooked, just soft words could get camera, like little bird, flown away.
For son’s arrogance, Uncle Song said nothing, slowly rose, took Zhaozhao’s tea, in front of him, brewed and drank.
Smug what?
He had Zhaozhao’s white tea, was he smug?!
Aunt Song & Song Yuncheng & Song Yunjin: “…”
Uncle Song calm, casually poured half cup tea for wife.
Not stingy, too much tea at night bad.
Lin Zhao’s tea from lucky draw system, premium quality, excellent taste. Tea leaves green like early spring buds, brewing fragrance overflowing.
Song Yuncheng and Song Yunjin eyes nearly popped, didn’t get a sip, brothers complex expressions.
Tch, look at this stinginess!
“Yuncheng, tomorrow after work go your aunt’s.” Aunt Song sipped tea lightly, sighed enjoying, then said.
“What to send?” Song Yuncheng habitual, eyes not blinking.
“Your Sister Xiangxiang temporarily at your aunt’s. I prepared some things, you deliver.” Aunt Song said.
Song Yuncheng leaned back, sprawled on sofa taking space, exuding laziness.
He turned head, suspiciously muttered, “Mom, why not offer let Sister Xiangxiang come our home.”
“If it was Sister Zhaozhao, you’d take leave early to pick her.”
Aunt Song rolled eyes, irritably, “Why you think?”
“Extra person home not easy, much to worry. You got time manage that much, or me.”
“Your Sister Zhaozhao different, your dad and I watched grow up, know her temperament, life habits, can speak straight, no worry say wrong hurt her. Your Sister Xiangxiang… you know her temperament?”
Whole family met Yuan Xiang, countable on fingers.
Don’t know her character, little girl just had messy thing, don’t know how grasp getting along?!
Uncle Song dissatisfied son compare Zhaozhao, said deeply, “Your aunt that fiery temperament, no one dared break Zhaozhao’s engagement.”
His little sister hot-tempered, strong, protective, never easy bully. Most care that husband she snatched home, second Zhaozhao.
Dare touch these soft spots, she’d beat to death!
Worst case him, who dare bully Zhaozhao, he’d bring two sons, apprentices, go door!
Not bully people like this.
Delay good girl to old maid, suddenly break engagement, break fine if compensate proper, no one must marry, after all marriage not enmity, but can’t take all good, break without bad name, still splash dirty water on girl…
Engaged to such family, also Xiangxiang’s bad luck.
Song Yuncheng agreed parents, no more argue, asked instead, “Sister Xiangxiang just accept? What she do later?”
“In countryside, dumped, probably pretty sad.”
For Yuan Xiang, not very familiar but family, he cared.
Aunt Song helpless shake head, not say countryside, city girl dumped same not easy.
“Accept?” Uncle Song smile not reach eyes, cold light flashed, “Your Elder Aunt soft temperament, no confidence face that family, but me, I’ll get justice for her and Xiangxiang.”
His blood niece, not any tomcat dog can bully.
“Dad, what you plan?” Song Yuncheng sat straight, eyes lit up.
