Chapter 133: I Promise You

Upon leaving Feng Qi Yuan, Wen Ling finally asked Zhou Yinhe seriously.

"How come you're acting like an old uncle?"

Zhou Yinhe raised his eyebrows, questioning doubtfully: "Any?"

"None?" Wen Ling furrowed her brows.

Seeing that she had seen through him, Zhou Yinhe didn't hide it from her either.

"My dad is like that—his temper used to be terrible, and when I was little he was always busy. All five of us were raised by my mom and my grandfather; he basically never managed us, and he knows that himself, so sometimes we say things to bully him with our words, and he doesn't mind."

When Wen Ling met Zhou Yinhe, Zhou Shuanglin had already stepped down, and the group's affairs had been handed over to several children, so Wen Ling knew nothing about it.

"I see." Wen Ling suddenly understood, muttering: "No wonder the uncle looks angry but isn't really going to lose his temper."

Just then a red light appeared ahead; Zhou Yinhe braked, reached over to ruffle Wen Ling's hair, and said softly: "Part of the reason he doesn't lose his temper is because of you—he thinks he can't lose his temper in front of his future daughter-in-law."

As expected of father and son, Zhou Yinhe guessed Zhou Shuanglin's thoughts accurately.

Wen Ling pursed her lips, dodged Zhou Yinhe's hand, leaned to the other side, and started playing with her phone.

They played while walking toward Sea City, passing many cities along the way; whenever Wen Ling was interested, they would make a loop.

Zhou Yinhe wasn't particularly interested, but Wen Ling was very happy; although she is a Hua Guo native, she grew up in M Country and had never admired her homeland's magnificent landscapes.

By the time they reached Sea City, it had been about a month and a half; during that period, Ning Qing video-called them every day to show them the daily life of two cats.

She also sent Zhou Yinhe a separate message, reminding him to definitely take precautions.

Zhou Yinhe's reaction to this was: Wen Ling usually guards against him like a thief—does he dare not pay attention?

They stayed in Sea City for a few days, then played around the nearby cities for a few more days; from departure to now, it's been over a month, Wen Ling's mood has actually improved a lot, so she thought about returning soon.

After dinner, they strolled along the seaside, and Ning Qing made a video call.

"Ah Ling, Xiao Wu, I have some good news to tell you."

Wen Ling leaned close to the screen curiously and asked: "Auntie, what's the good news?"

"You're about to become an uncle and an aunt."

Zhou Yanqiu today had dinner with Shang Zhiyu at Feng Qi Yuan; unexpectedly, during the meal Shang Zhiyu felt uncomfortable, nauseous, and since Ning Qing had given birth to five children, she instinctively thought of pregnancy and had Shang Zhiyu take a test—sure enough, it was positive.

"Your older brother is too careless, but fortunately it's still early in the pregnancy."

Ning Qing's eyes and brows were full of joy; Wen Ling caught her mood and kept smiling all the way back to the hotel.

Ning Qing's brows and eyes were full of delight; Wen Ling caught her mood, and she kept smiling all the way back to the hotel.

Wen Ling leaned in Zhou Yinhe's arms, thought seriously, then said: "If we head back now, we'll just stop and play wherever we go along the way; returning to Sijiucheng will take about half a month."

Zhou Yinhe had no objection, lowered his gaze to look at her for a long time without shifting; Wen Ling returned his gaze, puzzled.

Zhou Yinhe had no objection, lowered his eyes to look at her, and for a long time did not shift his gaze; Wen Ling looked back, puzzled.

"Nothing."

He felt that after returning they should put the proposal on the agenda, otherwise he would always feel uneasy.

Wen Ling sat up, kissed him, and whispered: "Baobao is really great."

Zhou Yinhe placed his hand on the back of her head, pressing her close, deepening the kiss, and mumbled: "Just praise me once?"

Wen Ling hummed, then countered: "What else then?"

Zhou Yinhe scooped her up horizontally and walked toward the bedroom, hoarsely saying: "I won't torment you for too long."

"I don't believe you." Wen Ling grunted, arms reaching out to hug his waist.

But Zhou Yinhe really wasn't deceiving her this time; thinking about having to head back the next day, even though they were in the car, it would still be tiring, so before midnight they both fell asleep.

The next morning, Zhou Yinhe woke up first, called the hotel to have breakfast delivered; after they ate and tidied up, they started heading back.

Wen Ling felt sorry for his tiredness, so they took turns driving.

However, while they played and walked, when they got tired they'd stop in that city, find a five-star hotel to rest for two days, then continue.

The car sped down the road; Wen Ling sat in the passenger seat, having played enough on her phone she opened the music, rolled down the window to feel the breeze, squinting her eyes and smiling especially happily.

The car sped along the road; Wen Ling sat in the passenger seat, after playing with her phone enough she opened the music, lowered the window to let the wind in, squinting her eyes and laughing especially happily.

Wen Ling nodded seriously: "I've decided—no matter what, we'll set aside two months each year to go out and play."

Zhou Yinhe also answered seriously: "Okay, I promise you."

Wen Ling reached out and hooked her little finger around Zhou Yinhe's little finger.

Arriving at Sijiucheng, the time was two o'clock in the afternoon.

They hurried to pick up Hehe and Heng Heng, then drove straight back to Feng Qi Yuan.

Although Wen Ling told Zhou Shuanglin it was a joke, Zhou Shuanglin still went to Zhou Yinhe's company, so only Ning Qing and Shang Zhiyu were at home.

Since Shang Zhiyu confirmed her pregnancy, the couple moved back to Feng Qi Yuan; at least when Zhou Yanqiu isn't home during the day, Ning Qing can still keep Shang Zhiyu company.

Seeing the two return covered in dust, Ning Qing stood up in surprise.

"How come you came back suddenly without telling me? Are you tired?"

Zhou Yinhe didn't speak, just stretched, and Wen Ling laughed, saying: "It's all Zhou Yinhe driving—he's the one who's tired."

"Isn't that how it should be? As someone's boyfriend, how could you let your girlfriend get tired?"

Wen Ling wanted to go over and talk to Shang Zhiyu, to check on her severe pregnancy reactions, but thinking of her own dusty state, it wasn't convenient.

Ning Qing also understood, and had the housekeeper quickly prepare a bedroom for them to stay tonight.

Only then did Zhou Yinhe speak: "Mom, no need—Wen Ling will stay with me."

"Stop spouting nonsense; I don't care what you do outside, but in Feng Qi Yuan unmarried couples can't live together."

Wen Ling had no objection to that, but Zhou Yinhe, who never listens, took her hand and headed upstairs, saying as they went: "Mom, prepare a set of clothes for her; we're going to my room to bathe."

Ning Qing hissed, scolding: "You little brat, where do you get off acting like that?"

Zhou Yinhe pretended not to hear, while Wen Ling felt a bit shy, turned back to glance at Ning Qing, and waved.

Zhou Yinhe pretended not to hear, but Wen Ling felt a little shy, turned and glanced at Ning Qing, and waved her hand.

Shang Zhiyu said: "I have a few sets of clothes I haven't worn; they should suit Ah Ling. I'll go get them for her."

"Alright."

Ning Qing accompanied Shang Zhiyu to their rooms, took the clothes Shang Zhiyu handed over, and delivered them to Zhou Yinhe's room.

Zhou Yinhe was leaning on the sofa, propping his forehead, feeling a bit drowsy.

Seeing Ning Qing enter, he lazily stood up, took it, and said, "Thanks, Mom."

"I'm telling you, Xiao Wu, I had the butler prepare a separate room for Ah Ling because I value her; don't cause trouble for me."

"Mom, I know." Zhou Yinhe sighed, "But I can't sleep without Wen Ling."