Chapter 155: Clueless Mom

Auntie, older sister-in-law, later Zhou Yinhe will come pick me up to go to his company, then I won't be able to keep you company.

Ning Qing initially wanted to ease the mother-daughter atmosphere, but later found it seemed even more awkward, and she couldn't afford to lose face with her future mother-in-law, so she could only send a message to Zhou Yinhe.

At this moment Wen Ling said this, she nodded, got up, and caringly reminded: 'Then you go, don't get caught in the rain, come back early tonight.'

Wen Ling smiled and nodded, then said softly: 'I'll go first then, I'll go to the parking lot to wait for him.'

Go on, go on.

Wen Ling turned around, just about to leave, when Qin Siqing's earlier gaze flashed in her mind; she pressed her lips, turned back and said: 'If it stops raining, I'll go see my grandfather; please tell him for me.'

Qin Siqing stood up, nodded, and was about to speak with difficulty when Wen Ling lowered her head and said: 'Goodbye.'

Having said that, she turned and left, as if fleeing.

Qin Siqing raised her hand to wipe the tear at the corner of her eye, sat back down, and said to Ning Qing with great apology: 'Thank you.'

Although she and Ning Qing were both from Sijiucheng, due to some age difference they were not very familiar with each other, but she had also heard of Ning Qing, who dotes on children extremely, especially her young son who is currently dating her daughter; that son is Ning Qing's dearest.

Qin Siqing felt that she could never compare to Ning Qing.

Ning Qing smiled gently and shook her head.

Zhou Yinhe came extremely quickly; Wen Ling had only been waiting in the parking lot a short while when she saw Zhou Yinhe, and she aggrievedly flung herself into his arms.

Her grievance was written on her face; Zhou Yinhe felt a pang in his heart, tightly embraced her, and softly coaxed: 'Are you feeling wronged?'

Wen Ling made a humming sound and shook her head, but Zhou Yinhe just knew she must be extremely aggrieved to act this way.

'I'll tell my mom later, it's all my mom's fault.'

Wen Ling, however, said: 'Don't blame Auntie.'

She knew Ning Qing was doing it for her, but she currently couldn't bring herself to face it, always feeling wronged, which is why she finds it hard to accept face-to-face conversation.

Zhou Yinhe opened the car door, lifted her and placed her in the passenger seat, he leaned against the door, their foreheads touching, gazing at her watery eyes, his pity unstoppable, he slightly lowered his chin and kissed her eyes, feeling her trembling eyelashes lightly brush his lips.

'Baobao, be good.' He moved his lips slightly and softly uttered these three words.

Wen Ling stepped back a bit, raised her head and kissed Zhou Yinhe, biting his lip corner with erupting, venting emotion.

Zhou Yinhe had no reaction; instead he raised his hand and gently smoothed the hair at the back of her head with great tolerance.

Suddenly a few people walked out of the elevator; Wen Ling trembled, stepped back, and mercilessly said: 'Drive, go to your company.'

Zhou Yinhe froze for a moment, then let out a puff of laughter, raised his hand, his thumb brushed his lips, and hoarsely said: 'Baobao, every time you treat me so mercilessly, it actually excites me more than being close to me.'

Wen Ling's cheeks were already flushed, and because of his words they reddened to the point of almost dripping blood.

'You rascal.'

Zhou Yinhe gave a muffled laugh, tidied Wen Ling's hair a bit, then closed the car door and walked to the driver's seat.

Because he had to give them a ride, Zhou Yinhe drove the business car that Zhou Yanqiu kept at Feng Qi Yuan; Zhou Yinhe didn't like it much, but Wen Ling found it very comfortable.

'Tomorrow accompany me to the Qin Family, if it doesn't rain.'

Zhou Yinhe nodded in agreement; Wen Ling lowered her gaze to look at her phone and exhaled.

After Wen Ling left, Qin Siqing also took her leave not long after; she currently had no mood to go out, so she directly had the driver send her back to the Qin Family.

Because of the rain, Qin Lao also didn't go out; at this moment he had summoned the steward to keep him company while playing chess.

Seeing Qin Siqing return, he asked doubtfully: 'Why did you suddenly come back?'

Qin Siqing sat beside Qin Lao, first glanced at the chessboard, then said: 'I ran into Ah Ling; Ah Ling said she'd come back to see you when the weather clears.'

Qin Lao furrowed his brows: 'What's going on?'

He didn't think Wen Ling would suddenly tell Qin Siqing that she wanted to come to the Qin Family to visit him.

'Exactly, I said you miss her.' Qin Siqing felt a little guilty; she said that partly because she also wanted to see Wen Ling more often.

Sure enough, Qin Lao became angry, furrowed his brows, stood up and reprimanded: 'You really...'

He shook his head and walked away, picked up the phone in the living room, went upstairs back to the study, and called Wen Ling.

Wen Ling had just finished touring the company with Zhou Yinhe when Qin Lao's call came; they had just returned to the office.

Wen Ling was first startled, then after connecting she cooed: 'Grandpa, did you miss me?'

Qin Lao sternly said: 'Ah Ling, don't bother about your clueless mom; when the time comes I'll have your cousin's wife accompany me to see you.'

'Grandpa, there's no reason for an elder to come see a junior; I just glanced at the weather forecast—tomorrow won't rain and the temperature won't be high, so I'll go with Zhou Yinhe to visit you.'

Wen Ling leaned against Zhou Yinhe's side, her mood already much better.

Qin Lao sighed: 'I've made you feel wronged.'

'Not wronged.' Wen Ling smiled, pressing her lips: 'Actually I'm the one at fault—I haven't gone to see you.'

The grandfather and grandchild chatted for a long while; Zhou Yinhe had already begun to feel a bit annoyed, her soft body leaning against him, and she would occasionally reach out to touch him, yet he could do nothing about it.

Finally after hanging up, Zhou Yinhe stood up and, because he had stood up and Wen Ling almost fell onto the sofa unexpectedly, he caught her and carried her in big strides toward the lounge.

Being thrown onto the bed, Wen Ling hastily said: 'No.'

Zhou Yinhe stood at the bedside and asked: 'Why not?'

Wen Ling blinked innocently and said: 'I was just waiting for you when I went to the restroom and discovered my period had arrived.'

"..." Not exaggerating, Zhou Yinhe's vision went black; he tried to calm down for half a day but couldn't, glared at the gloating Wen Ling, then turned and walked into the bathroom to take a cold shower.

Wen Ling covered her mouth and giggled; when the water sound started she didn't hide it either, flopping onto the bed laughing until she rolled around.

Zhou Yinhe stood in the water, hearing Wen Ling's laughter that even the water noise couldn't mask; he angrily plunged his face into the water, forcing himself to calm down.

After he came out, Wen Ling lay on the bed swinging her calves while playing with her phone; seeing him emerge, she gave a pleasing smile.

Zhou Yinhe forced a smile: 'Okay, it's fine.'

Wen Ling heard the teeth-gritting in his tone, restrained her carefree little movements, coughed and said: 'Oh dear, I also forgot, if I had remembered just now I definitely wouldn't have teased you.'

Zhou Yinhe gave a cold snort; could he still not know Wen Ling's little thoughts?

Wen Ling rose and knelt beside the bed, arms outstretched, cooing: 'Hug, comfort, comfort you.'

'If you don't bully me, that's comforting me.' Although he said that, he still stepped forward and let her embrace his waist.

Wen Ling hugged him and swayed, "Don't be stingy."

"There's nothing I can do, I've been stingy since I was little—didn't my mom tell you?"