Chapter 121: with translation of chapter title

"If you don't go, you still have to go." Zhou Xuexiao's temper isn't as good as Zhou Shuanglin's; she said firmly: "Otherwise I'll go find Wen Ling to talk, ask if she's willing to let you go train properly.".

"" Zhou Yinhe pressed his lips and looked at Ning Qing; Ning Qing caught his gaze, coughed, "Second brother, Xiao Wu..."

"Elder sister-in-law, the child can't be indulged like this. Back then, the eldest, the second brother, and Jingyuan—none of them failed to train properly for half a year at my place, but Xiao Wu has trained less than a month. If you feel sorry for him, just take him back." Zhou Xuexiao said solemnly: "It's safe in Hua Guo, but what about later? Wen Ling is from the Wen Family of M Country; Xiao Wu will inevitably have to go there several more times. Even with bodyguards, what if they lapse and something happens?".

Ning Qing was left speechless by his comment, so she turned her gaze to the younger siblings, but they were also helpless, returning her a helpless look.

Seeing his own mother being blocked by his second uncle unable to speak, Zhou Yinhe glanced at his father; indeed, Zhou Shuanglin looked at him as if watching a play, with encouragement in his eyes.

He just couldn't out-argue this younger brother of his; he now greatly hopes his son will make him proud.

Zhou Yinhe was even amused by his own father's expression and gaze, so he said to his second uncle: "Second uncle, how about this: I'll join you in a few days, but I think my eldest brother, second brother, and cousin should also go train some more."

The three named individuals: ""

Zhou Shuanglin, who was about to go to the office for work because his two sons weren't there: ""

"You said, they went to your place several years ago; what they practiced back then has surely been forgotten, so it's perfect we go together."

Zhou Yinhe smiled, scanning the few people who had been happily watching the show, then continued: "I'm fine, but they're in a worse situation than me. After all, our Zhou Family's status differs; there are many watching us covetously. If some bold ones hired an international assassin or something to strike, would you say my suggestion is good?"

Zhou Xuexiao indeed lowered her eyes and thought seriously; Zhou Yanqiu hurriedly said: "Second uncle, I can't go; I'm preparing for pregnancy with Zhiyu, it's inconvenient.".

Shang Zhiyu lightly laughed: "No rush, second uncle, let him go. He's been sitting in the office every day; he used to be able to exercise a bit, but now he's much lazier than before. I'm afraid if he continues like this, he'll end up like Uncle Wang next door."

The head of the neighboring Wang family, who used to be a sturdy, upright man in his younger years, has grown increasingly fat these past few years, resembling a Maitreya Buddha.

Zhou Xuexiao dislikes seeing the younger generation slack off the most; upon hearing this, she nodded without hesitation: "Fine, then let them all come.".

Zhou Congyu and Zhou Jingyuan: ""

"One's useless, the other's lazy—what does that have to do with us???"

The two exchanged a glance, just about to speak, when Zhou Xuexiao said: "Your eldest brother and younger brother have both come; you two shouldn't feel embarrassed to back out, right?".

"" "Alright then."

Zhou Yinhe let out a humored chuckle, tossed off "I'm leaving first," and hurried away.

——

Lu Zhaoye's hotel is nearby; he was about to walk back on his own, but seeing Zhou Yinhe come to pick him up, he yawned and said: "I'm going back to sleep, bye-bye."

Wen Ling waved at him; when Zhou Yinhe got out of the car, he saw Lu Zhaoye's back and slightly furrowed his brow.

He walked up to Wen Ling, took her bag, and got into the car with her.

The car headed toward Chen Yue Fu; Wen Ling casually said: "Lu Zhaoye wants to start a company; I want to invest in him."

It wasn't a questioning tone; Zhou Yinhe knew she had already made up her mind.

"I see." He said in a flat tone; Wen Ling really couldn't tell if he was happy or not.

Until the car stopped in the underground garage of Chen Yue Fu, Wen Ling reached out to turn his face, carefully examined his expression, and asked: "You're not angry, are you?"

"No." Zhou Yinhe lowered his gaze to look at her, earnestly saying: "I've thought about what you said. No matter what, Lu Zhaoye is someone who grew up with you; he must be very important in your heart. If I kept opposing him, it would only cause you trouble; I don't want to make you unhappy."

He kissed the corner of Wen Ling's lips and whispered: "Rest assured, on major matters I will absolutely not be unreasonably jealous."

Wen Ling widened her eyes, feeling quite relieved, even having the sensation of a child growing up and becoming sensible.

"You're so good, why are you being so good now?"

Zhou Yinhe let out a light hum, then after getting out of the car he took Wen Ling's hand and entered the elevator.

After returning home, both took a shower; Zhou Yinhe leaned against the headboard playing with his phone, while Wen Ling mysteriously produced a deck of cards, wanting to play Fast Hands with Zhou Yinhe.

Thus they sat cross-legged facing each other and began to play; Wen Ling, as she flipped cards, said: "The loser must agree to one demand from the winner, one demand per round."

Zhou Yinhe raised his eyebrows; this luck‑based game, he usually doesn't lose, so he readily agreed.

Before long the first round ended; Zhou Yinhe won first, smiling at Wen Ling as she tried to cheat, and added: "No cheating—if you cheat, you'll gain twenty pounds."

What a vicious curse; Wen Ling gritted her teeth and glared at Zhou Yinhe.

"Fine, fine, then tell me—what's the demand?"

"I haven't figured it out yet; I'll tell you when I have." Zhou Yinhe shuffled the cards and asked her: "Can we offset them against each other?"

Wen Ling thought seriously: if we could offset, then next round she would go first and could cancel this round's demand, but the reverse is also possible—her own demand might get canceled.

"No."

Zhou Yinhe drew out an "oh" with a smirk.

"Okay, continue."

After playing a dozen or so rounds, Wen Ling had won only twice; she widened her eyes in disbelief and stared at Zhou Yinhe, demanding: "Are you cheating?"

"How would I be cheating? Besides, ever since you started suspecting me of cheating, the cards have been shuffled by you." Zhou Yinhe looked back at her innocently.

"" Wen Ling opened her mouth, about to cheat, when Zhou Yinhe slowly reminded her: "Twenty pounds, tsk tsk."

"I—"

"You probably don't want to gain weight, sweetheart." Zhou Yinhe's eyes crinkled with laughter.

Wen Ling clenched her teeth and lunged into his embrace, her slender fingers pinching his neck, angrily demanding: "Are you mocking me, or what!"

"I haven't, and you didn't cheat either—how would I mock you?" Zhou Yinhe not only wasn't flustered, he was actually quite pleased.

Wen Ling felt like she'd choke on his words, and snapped: "No cheating, then no cheating—tell me, what do you want me to agree to?"

"Let me think… that sounds like fourteen demands? I'll bring up one to use first." After saying that, Zhou Yinhe brought his lips to Wen Ling's ear, gently bit her earlobe, and whispered low: "Tonight, whatever I say, whatever I do, you must obey."

"" "You, you shameless!"