Chapter 394: Ke Zhongyu, I Really Like You

Song Shiwei was also frightened.

Gu Sen's hand, suspended in midair, kept trembling; he looked at his own hand, then at the frightened mother and son before him, his eyelids drooping slightly as he slowly turned and left the ancestral hall.

In an instant, the Gu family's humble and refined Mr. Gu committed an act of violence; the Gu family's Mr. Gu, who had always kept his back straight, gradually hunched over, as if something heavy had bent his waist.

Gu Zhiyan hurriedly got up to look at his mother covering her face; his mother's tears streamed down her cheeks like a downpour.

"Mom, I'll take you to get medicine."

Song Shiwei was mechanically led by her son; just as she stepped out of the ancestral hall's gate, she saw a servant passing not far away, and hastily covered her face with a shawl, panicking: "No, don't get medicine at the old house—go to the hospital, secretly go to the hospital."

"Zhi Yan, your sister is still in the hospital; her heart attacks have been happening too frequently lately, Zhi Yan—Mom is scared, what if something happens to your sister?"

Gu Zhiyan furrowed his brows and said, "Nothing will happen."

Song Shiwei keenly sensed her son's off mood: "Why aren't you caring about your sister anymore? Zhi Yan, you used to care most about Yin Xue."

"I'm not uncaring, just……" Gu Zhiyan learned in one second that Lin Shutong had deceived him, and the next second that the sister he had watched grow up was also deceiving him; his emotions at that moment did not directly go to Yin Xue, which was already a great act of endurance.

The one he loved deceived him.

The one he cherished also deceived him.

They even did it under the banner of doing good for him.

What he hated most in his life was the phrase "I'm doing this for your own good."

Everyone has their own trigger; at that time, Gu Yinxue, without thinking it through, stepped straight onto Gu Zhiyan's trigger.

"Is it because Jiang Lai came back that you no longer acknowledge Yin Xue, isn't it?"

"No……"

"Don't you also think Mom was wrong!"

Gu Zhiyan looked at his mother, who was almost hysterical, and felt as if he had returned to the time when his parents brought his sister back from G Province.

"Mom, what's wrong with you?" Gu Zhiyan stopped to ask his mother, "Just now, what were you trying to stop Father from saying? Are you also hiding something from me?"

Song Shiwei fell silent again.

No matter how tormented her inner self was, one thing was clear: she could never say it, absolutely never say it, could not say anything.

Gu Zhiyan initially did not want Jiang Lai to return, worried it would affect his sister and mother, but he hadn't expected such a huge impact; his mother seemed to be constantly in a state of shock.

There also seemed to be secrets between his father and mother.

His father had always loved his mother dearly, but just now he gave her a solid slap; his mother, who was usually spoiled and arrogant in front of his father, did not make a big scene after receiving the slap, only worrying that someone would see her swollen face.

Jiang Lai's return indeed shattered the family's happiness and tranquility, but it also seemed to tear open something, and inside lay a secret that even he, their own son, had never known.

……

Ke Zhongyu stood in the kitchen, wearing an apron, earnestly making spicy chicken.

Jiang Lai said three times "very spicy," and he threw in handful after handful of chili peppers; even wearing a mask, it made him choke and cough repeatedly.

He coughed twice sideways, then turned back to continue, and the spoon in his hand never stopped.

Even with the range hood on max, it couldn't suck away the spiciness filling the whole kitchen.

Finally he brought out a pot of burnt-spicy chicken to the table, but he didn't seem to notice much.

After Jiang Lai finished her shower and came out, the whole living room smelled of spiciness and a hint of burntness; seeing Ke Zhongyu's slightly red eyes, she froze a moment, then stepped forward and said, "I only said that casually—I didn't mean for you to actually make it, and this spicy."

Ke Zhongyu reached out to touch her half-dry hair and said, "You won't just get to eat extremely spicy, extremely spicy, extremely spicy spicy chicken."

"What else?"

Ke Zhongyu took a band-aid from his pocket, tore it open, and gently stuck it on her clothing over her heart.

He applied it seriously.

Jiang Lai felt a mix of laughter and tears, her eyes reddening again as she tiptoed to kiss his lips, saying, "Thank you, Ke Zhongyu."

"If possible, please change 'thank you' to 'I like you.'" Ke Zhongyu only said this because he didn't want Jiang Lai to keep saying thanks.

Their start was a single "let's try"; Jiang Lai had never said "I like you," but he could feel her liking, longing, and reliance.

That was enough.

Actions weigh more than words.

Jiang Lai gazed into Ke Zhongyu's eyes, slowly opened her lips, and said, "Ke Zhongyu, I really like you……mm!"

The last syllable was muffled by Ke Zhongyu lowering his head to kiss her.

Ke Zhongyu wanted to correct his earlier thought.

Words and actions carry equal weight.

Before Jiang Lai could finish speaking, his blood was already boiling all over, and he couldn't wait to kiss her.

Jiang Lai slowly closed her eyes and opened her mouth to respond.

The extremely spicy chicken was never eaten; Ke Zhongyu lifted Jiang Lai, supporting her body as they went into the bedroom.

The two collapsed onto the bed.

This time, with no one to disturb them, Ke Zhongyu's hand not only slipped into her clothing but also gripped her waist without any barrier, and his hand continued upward.

The moment Jiang Lai was seized, her whole body went numb and tingling.

She intermittently called out Ke Zhongyu's name.

Ke Zhongyu tilted his head, kissing her neck and collarbone, sometimes light, sometimes firm.

The night was deepening.

At the very last moment, Ke Zhongyu stopped, holding the heated, sweating Jiang Lai, and said, "There's nothing."

He was afraid she would get pregnant before marriage.

This procedure is wrong.

At this moment, Jiang Lai was like a shrimp just scooped from a pot—red and hot, curled in Ke Zhongyu's embrace, her ear pressed to his chest, her heartbeat pounding like a drum.

Ke Zhongyu: "The dishes should have cooled down."

Jiang Lai: "Can we get up tomorrow and eat again?"

Ke Zhongyu lowered his gaze at the person in his arms: "Aren't you hungry?"

Jiang Lai shook her head.

I'm not hungry now.

Actually, she wasn't really hungry just then; she only wanted to eat because she was upset, like a crab in a steamer that keeps stuffing ginger shreds into its mouth when steamed at high temperature, thinking eating would stop the pain.

Ke Zhongyu nodded: "Go to sleep."

Jiang Lai mumbled in his embrace: "Don't leave."

Ke Zhongyu held her tight: "I won't go, nowhere, I'll stay by your side."

"Mm." Jiang Lai leaned against him again, the wounded little beast finding a warm nest.

After her body was fully pressed against him, Jiang Lai felt something poking her, and she whispered: "Are you really not going to do anything about it?"

Ke Zhongyu: "No."

His leg shifted slightly outward.

When he moved a bit, her foot would follow a bit.

Actually, Jiang Lai is really clingy.

Ke Zhongyu felt immense satisfaction in his heart, and he no longer felt tormented.

He deliberately teased her: "It's not that there's no other way."

"What, what..." Jiang Lai's voice stammered.

Ke Zhongyu: "My hand, your hand, a cold shower, your leg."

Jiang Lai pressed her lips; it was the last one she had never heard.

Ke Zhongyu: "Which one do you allow me to use?"

Jiang Lai remained silent for a long time.

Ke Zhongyu gently pinched her nape: "Just teasing you, I'm going to take a shower."

Just as he rose, Jiang Lai grabbed him, eyes closed, and said: "Leg."

She sees her hand being used every day; I'm afraid that won't work.