Chapter 134

Ning Qing was choked by her son's remark about his thick‑skinned face and couldn't speak for a while.

No, wait for the servants to tidy the room, then let Wen Ling stay there. Ning Qing gritted her teeth and, before leaving, scolded again: 'Let her live with us on the third floor; if you dare sneak‑attack her at night, I'll give you a full childhood.'

Zhou Yinhe opened his mouth to speak but said nothing; Ning Qing had already reached the door, then suddenly she stopped, turned back and walked over, sitting on the sofa to wait for Wen Ling.

I have to wait for Wen Ling to go together.

Zhou Yinhe was about to laugh from anger at his own mother: 'No, Mom, how can you be so stubborn?'

Ning Qing ignored him.

Wen Ling came out after her shower; seeing Ning Qing, she was momentarily stunned. Ning Qing offered no explanation, stepped forward, took Wen Ling's arm, and led her out of Zhou Yinhe's room.

Wen Ling, don't listen to him; we girls can't rely too much on men.

Wen Ling smiled, nodded, and glanced back at Zhou Yinhe.

His eyes inevitably held a smile; seeing that, Zhou Yinhe pressed his lips and was very unhappy.

In the afternoon, Zhou Yanqiu got off work early and returned to Feng Qi Yuan; seeing his brother sitting on the window‑side rocking chair with an impatient expression, he walked over and chuckled: 'Why do you look like someone owes you money?'

Zhou Yinhe slowly lifted his gaze, gave him a light glance, then withdrew his gaze and remained silent.

Zhou Yanqiu sat in the rocking chair opposite him and asked: 'Did you and Wen Ling have an argument?'

'Impossible.' Zhou Yinhe glared at him: 'We won't argue.'

Then why do you look like that?

Zhou Yinhe said: 'How did I not know Mom was so stubborn? She won't let Wen Ling live with me.'

Zhou Yanqiu couldn't hold back and laughed with a puff: 'You don't even think—if she said to let you live together, in our eyes it shows your deep feelings, but if outsiders knew, they'd definitely say our family doesn't value Wen Ling, thinking she doesn't take care of herself.'

Zhou Yinhe furrowed his brows; he knew, but the Zhou family has no outsiders, so how could outsiders find out?

But just then, that very evening the Shang family arrived.

Shang Zhiyu's sister Shang Zhixue saw Zhou Yinhe, her eyes bright, she ran up a little and reached to link arms with him.

Zhou Yinhe frowned, his face full of disgust, stepped back and said coldly: 'What do you want?'

Shang Zhixue blinked her eyes, obviously familiar with his attitude, she affectionately wanted to get closer to Zhou Yinhe, smiling: 'Fifth Brother, long time no see.'

'Stay away from me.' Zhou Yinhe dodged her, out of respect for Shang Zhiyu's face he didn't flare up, turned and headed upstairs to find Wen Ling.

Shang Zhixue followed him step by step; the Shang parents had always accompanied their little daughter in F Country, unaware that Zhou Yinhe already had a girlfriend, and they chuckled to Zhou Shuanglin: 'Look at my little daughter; she's liked Xiao Wu since childhood. This time we only came back as a couple, but she insisted on coming to see Xiao Wu, saying she misses him.'

Zhou Shuanglin wore a distant faint smile and said lightly: 'Yes, Zhixue is indeed nice; Xiao Wu has always treated her like a sister. When Xiao Wu gets married, Zhixue will surely come to be the bridesmaid.'

Shang Father was stunned hearing that; Shang Zhixue, who had been following Zhou Yinhe, turned to look at Zhou Shuanglin after hearing his words and said seriously: 'Uncle Zhou, I won't be a bridesmaid; I want to be Fifth Brother's bride.'

At that moment Zhou Yinhe turned back, gave a cold laugh: 'I already have a fiancée.'

Shang Zhixue's eye sockets instantly reddened; looking at Zhou Yinhe, it seemed as if he had betrayed her.

The Shang parents actually only wanted the position of Fifth Young Master's wife of the Zhou family, which is why they brought their little daughter back; hearing this, they all looked stunned, especially Shang Mother: 'Xiao Wu, don't just make up an excuse like you did when you were little to scare your sister Zhixue.'

Zhou Shuanglin leaned forward, picked up her teacup and took a sip: 'I'm not speaking nonsense; our Xiao Wu already has a fiancée.'

'This... we've never heard of it.' Shang Father asked embarrassedly: 'Such good news, why didn't the in‑laws tell us earlier so we could come back for the engagement ceremony?'

Zhou Shuanglin lifted her gaze to look at her son; seeing him watching the drama as Shang Zhixue cried, tears like pear blossoms, her eyes full of contempt and ridicule, she continued to Shang Father: 'Actually we haven't gotten engaged yet; mainly the girl still wants to play around and isn't willing to settle with Xiao Wu, but Xiao Wu can't live without her, so he's been telling outsiders she's his fiancée.'

He took the initiative to refill tea for Shang Father and Mother, smiling lightly: 'Well, Xiao Wu finally managed to persuade that girl to come meet the parents; right now he's upstairs chatting with my wife and Zhiyu.'

Shang Mother, who wouldn't fail to see through it, got up, walked to Shang Zhixue, gave a glare to the arms‑crossed, cold Zhou Yinhe, pulled Shang Zhixue back to the living‑room sofa, and whispered a few words: 'Don't cry; since we're not engaged yet, there's still a chance.'

Shang Zhixue wiped her tears, turned to look at Zhou Yinhe who had already stepped upstairs, and nodded seriously and stubbornly.

Zhou Shuanglin lowered her eyes to hide her impatience; the Shang parents have always favored their little daughter; if it weren't for the eldest daughter marrying into the Zhou family bringing benefits to the Shang, they wouldn't have returned just because the eldest daughter was pregnant to visit her.

Now they even have designs on his little son.

Zhou Yinhe went upstairs and directly went to Ning Qing's dressing room; Ning Qing was showing Wen Ling and Zhiyu her jewelry, letting the two sisters‑in‑law pick what they liked, and Ning Qing intended to give them as gifts.

Seeing Zhou Yinhe come, Ning Qing frowned and asked: 'How did you come up here?'

Zhou Yinhe sat directly beside Wen Ling, leaned against her body, and without hesitation buried his face in her shoulder, rubbing it.

The Shang family has come, saying they're back to visit the elder sister‑in‑law, and they brought Shang Zhixue.

Upon hearing that, Shang Zhiyu gave a self‑deprecating laugh: 'They're not really here to visit me; they probably want Shang Zhixue to marry into the Zhou family too, making it easier for them to gain benefits from the Zhou family.'

Ning Qing patted Shang Zhiyu's shoulder, then told Wen Ling: 'Wen Ling, rest assured, in my eyes the only daughters‑in‑law are you and Zhiyu.'

Wen Ling smiled; she doesn't mind anyone coveting Zhou Yinhe, as long as Zhou Yinhe is honest and doesn't think of others, in her eyes it's nothing.

Ning Qing let them continue choosing here, and she went downstairs alone.

Seeing her, Shang Zhixue got up and ran to her side, peeked behind Ning Qing, saw no one following, so she sweetly linked arms with Ning Qing and said with a smile: 'Aunt Ning, I brought you a gift this time I came back.'

Ning Qing said lightly: 'Really?'

Shang Father and Mother stood up: 'Mother‑in‑law, why don't we see Zhiyu and Xiao Wu's fiancée?'

I had them pick jewelry in my dressing room, preparing to give each sister‑in‑law a set of jewelry. Ning Qing, without changing expression, pushed aside Shang Zhixue's arm, sat beside Zhou Shuanglin, and chuckled lightly: 'How long are you planning to stay this time?'