Chapter 122: Losing out is a blessing

If you care about face, you can't enjoy happiness.

As for which xing, Wen Ling instantly understood, her cheeks flushed red as she stared at Zhou Yinhe.

What's the deal? You said it yourself—win a round and you promise me one request; my request isn't too much, right?

Zhou Yinhe chuckled as he picked up the scattered playing cards on the bed and threw them one by one onto the floor, chuckling: "Playing dirty will make you gain twenty catties."

Wen Ling tucked her legs in, letting him pick up the cards pressed under her legs, and through gritted teeth said: "You'll eventually suffer a loss here."

"Losing out is a blessing, baby." Zhou Yinhe blinked his eyes, then lunged forward like a starving wolf.

"Baby, shall we start now?"

"I can also make a request," Wen Ling pressed her arm against his chest, urgently saying: "I'll trade one of my requests for you not to bother me."

"Too late," Zhou Yinhe shook his head, grabbed her hands and pinned them to the sides, saying: "I made the request first; you have to fulfill mine before you can make yours."

"..." Wen Ling widened her eyes and shouted: "Are you being reasonable or not?"

"No."

After saying that, he buried his face against Wen Ling, his voice hoarse: "Baby, in a few days I'm going with my second uncle to his place; you won't see me for a long time."

Wen Ling had still been struggling, but hearing this, she slowly hugged Zhou Yinhe, responding while whispering: "How long will you be gone?"

She felt somewhat reluctant in her heart.

"I don't know." Zhou Yinhe also wasn't sure how long his second uncle intended to torment them brothers, he sighed, then promptly pulled Wen Ling into his embrace.

The next day, after Wen Ling woke up, the two lay together, chatting intermittently.

Only then did Wen Ling have the chance to seriously ask him: "Are you going by yourself?"

"How could that be? I even screwed over my eldest brother, second brother, and my cousin." Bringing this up, Zhou Yinhe chuckled lightly: "They originally just wanted to watch the show, never expecting I'd drag them all into the mess."

Wen Ling amusedly tugged at the ends of his hair, pouted: "If you're not by my side, I definitely won't be used to it."

"There's nothing I can do, baby; my second uncle is even more stubborn than my dad."

"Can you bring your phone then?" Wen Ling rubbed against him, hugged him, then lifted her eyes to look at him seriously.

Zhou Yinhe kissed her forehead, thought back to being at his second uncle's place, furrowed his brows: "Probably not; I can only look at my phone at night, and I'll have to stay in a bunk-bed dorm."

Just thinking about it feels like the sky is falling; his brothers are fine, but he's never suffered any hardship since childhood—how could he endure this?

Wen Ling felt sorry for him and rubbed his brows and eyes: "Do you really have to go?"

"Mm." Zhou Yinhe rubbed his chin against her: "If I don't go, my second uncle will do anything."

He suddenly remembered something: his hair isn't suitable for that kind of place.

"Baby, will you come with me to get a haircut? And maybe get a buzz cut; otherwise, when I go to my second uncle's place, their haircut skills..." Zhou Yinhe couldn't describe it.

Wen Ling seriously examined his face, more intently than yesterday in the car, imagining Zhou Yinhe with a buzz cut, feeling somewhat disillusioned.

They say a man's hair is communal property of a couple; Wen Ling thought about it and couldn't bear to look at it straight on.

But there's no choice; when Wen Ling and Zhou Yinhe went out together, in the car she earnestly warned: "If it doesn't look good, don't video call me during this period—I'm afraid I can't bear to dislike you."

"..."

Zhou Yinhe felt a bit wronged; he also had no choice—whether it looks good or not, he has to get it cut.

Fortunately, his face can withstand any setback; Wen Ling widened her eyes, looking at Zhou Yinhe in the mirror, murmuring: "Unexpectedly, he looks so good."

"Does it look good?" Zhou Yinhe grabbed his hair, feeling a bit unaccustomed, furrowed his brows: "It's a bit prickly."

"It looks good, baby; otherwise, let's just keep this hairstyle from now on."

Wen Ling wasn't sure if she'd still like it after a few days, but she dared guarantee that right now she really likes it.

Previously Zhou Yinhe looked more unruly; now he looks more ruthless, fierce, with his eyes slightly lifted and thin lips lightly pursed—originally a cold-hearted appearance, now he seems like a scumbag.

"Fine." Zhou Yinhe wasn't picky; everything followed Wen Ling's preference.

The two walked out together, Wen Ling linked her arm with his, occasionally glancing up at him, feeling quite fresh.

After returning home, Zhou Yinhe pulled her back into the room, and the fresh feeling intensified.

It actually made Wen Ling feel as if she were with someone else—

"Your hair is poking me!"

Hearing Wen Ling's voice, Zhou Yinhe chuckled muffledly, lightly sucked her lip, which only made her louder.

"You bastard, you're terrible."

Wen Ling punched Zhou Yinhe's shoulder, got up to go to the bathroom to shower, while Zhou Yinhe leaned against the headboard, quietly staring at the ceiling.

After Wen Ling came out, Zhou Yinhe pulled her into his embrace and whispered: "Baby, even if you invest in Lu Zhaoye, you can't always be with him."

"You're not jealous anymore?" Wen Ling moved her legs, slowly asking: "I thought you were really that generous."

"Where I shouldn't be jealous, I definitely won't be; but where I should be jealous, I definitely will be."

"Cut it out, you're basically a jealousy vat turned into a spirit."

Wen Ling's fingers slightly curled, she lightly scratched him with her fingernail.

Being flipped over and pressed down, Wen Ling gasped angrily: "I knew it—you're best at taking advantage and then acting obedient."

"Who made you lure me?" Zhou Yinhe righteously bit her.

Wen Ling angrily bit him back; Zhou Yinhe let her bite, then when she released, he stopped teasing her and seriously said: "When I come back, can you go home with me to meet my family?"

Wen Ling blinked: "Haven't I already met your parents and your older brother's wife and sister?"

"But you haven't met my two older brothers yet, and my second uncle and his wife also want to see you." Zhou Yinhe said solemnly: "We can't keep just dating forever; we eventually have to settle down."

Wen Ling had no objection to marriage or engagement; she lowered her eyes, thought it over, and agreed.

"Then let's meet."

Zhou Yinhe happily hugged her tight; only later did he realize that even before leaving, he already missed Wen Ling a lot.

He said that in a muffled, unhappy way; Wen Ling pursed her lips and soothed: "It's fine—tonight you can video call me, or I can find a chance to come see you, if permitted."

"This is what you said—don't, when the time comes, I beg my second uncle and you still don't come see me."

Wen Ling looked at him speechlessly, then said, word by word: "What I said, don't worry."

"No way, no way," Zhou Yinhe shook his head, still uneasy, recalling that yesterday when they played cards, Wen Ling had to agree to more than ten of his demands, and without hesitation took out one, in exchange for, when he was at his second uncle's place, Wen Ling had to be on call, as long as Zhou Yinhe could come out, or allow her to go see.

Wen Ling, helpless, glared at him, then turned over and ignored him, too lazy to bother.