Chapter 165

Getting along casually is more comfortable for both of us than deliberately trying to be close.

Wen Ling lowered her eyes and nodded.

They hadn't stayed long in M Country when the weather gradually turned cool, so they returned to Hua Guo.

The plane flew steadily on its route to Hua Guo; Wen Ling asked Wen Lao, who sat before her, where he wanted to stay, and Qin Lao interjected, "Let's stay at the Qin Family for a few days first."

Although they didn't get along, their feelings were still quite good.

Wen Lao also said he would go, so Wen Ling didn't stop her; she was about to say she would also stay at the Qin Family when Zhou Yinhe interrupted her first.

Then I and A Ling will often come to see you.

Wen Ling frowned, looked at Zhou Yinhe, Zhou Yinhe smiled at her, and she pulled him to walk to a room deep inside.

What do you mean 'often come to see them'? I'm definitely going to stay with my grandfather; I can't really hand him over to my maternal grandfather, can I?

Zhou Yinhe pursed his lips and said, "Although the Qin Family has many rooms, it's always inconvenient; you'd be better off staying with me at Chen Yue Fu, which is also close to the Qin Family."

Wen Ling shook her head; Zhou Yinhe had no choice but to say again, "If you insist on going, I'll go with you."

"……" Wen Ling only felt helpless, "Don't keep clinging to me; it's really unsuitable for you to come live with me."

Zhou Yinhe didn't think it unsuitable; he himself didn't really care about those things.

Wen Ling raised her hand to push away his face, which was getting closer and closer, and said solemnly, "You can not care, I can not care, but my maternal grandfather cannot."

"Then you can't not let me see you, can you?" Zhou Yinhe said, feeling greatly wronged, his tone accusatory.

Wen Ling's heart softened, but she still ruthlessly refused his request to stay together at the Qin Family.

The two returned together to the side of the two elders; Wen Ling smiled and said, "When we arrive, I'll also stay at the Qin Family for a few days."

Qin Lao glanced at Zhou Yinhe, and sure enough he had a cold face, looking unhappy.

He found it amusing, but he would not proactively ask his granddaughter's boyfriend to stay at his home, after all they weren't engaged yet; no matter how good the young couple's feelings were, it wasn't allowed.

Upon reaching Sijiucheng, the driver took Qin Lao and Wen Lao to the Qin Family; Wen Ling wanted to first greet the Zhou Family, so she would go later.

Along the way, Zhou Yinhe didn't speak, gazing out the window with a sideways look; anyone could see he was sulking. Wen Ling didn't want to indulge his petty temper by agreeing to his unreasonable demands, so she also didn't initiate conversation with him.

Upon arriving at the Zhou Family, as soon as the car stopped, Wen Ling opened the door and got out, ignoring the sulking man behind her.

Zhou Yinhe remained seated in the car, watching Wen Ling's decisive action, and pursed his lips.

When he entered the villa, Wen Ling was already speaking with Ning Qing, their laughter warm and gentle.

"Auntie, I'll come again later to keep you company."

Ning Qing smiled and said, "All right, go on, don't forget."

Wen Ling nodded, bent over and picked up Hehe; when she thought about picking up Humph, she hesitated a moment, but still didn't hold him, after all Humph was bought by Zhou Yinhe.

She gave Zhou Yinhe, who stood near the door, no glance, and walked straight out holding Hehe.

Zhou Yinhe stared blankly as she left, then suddenly came to his senses and strode after her.

"Baobao."

His voice was hoarse, with a hint of sobbing.

Wen Ling turned her body as he grabbed her arm, facing him, feeling somewhat helpless.

Zhou Yinhe's eyes reddened, "Don't you want me anymore? That's why you don't even want Humph."

"Zhou Yinhe, stop trying to shift the blame." Wen Ling sighed, "Wasn't it you who wanted to give me the cold shoulder?"

"I didn't!" Zhou Yinhe shook his head, refusing to admit it.

Wen Ling didn't want to argue further; she glanced at the car parked not far away and broke free from Zhou Yinhe's arm.

"I'm going to my maternal grandfather's house first; you should calm down a bit."

She didn't think she had done anything wrong; she only felt Zhou Yinhe was overly petty.

Zhou Yinhe stood where he was, watching her get into the car holding Hehe and drive off; then Ning Qing walked up behind him and gave his back a hard smack.

What did you do to make A Ling angry?

Zhou Yinhe muttered his explanation: "I wanted to stay with her at the Qin Family, but she wouldn't allow it."

Ning Qing then understood, and said resentfully, "I praised you for nothing; earlier I saw you were sensible and felt relieved, but now that you're back you've stirred up this mess, and you actually think your mother's life is easy these days."

"……"

Zhou Yinhe remained silent; Ning Qing gave a cold snort, stopped paying attention to him, went back upstairs directly, and didn't come down until dinner time.

While the family ate together, Zhou Yinhe didn't appear; he locked himself in his room without a word, even taking Humph back to his room; Zhou Shuanglin wasn't home in the afternoon, unaware of what had happened, and seeing her son absent, she casually asked.

Ning Qing said indifferently, "No need to worry about him; missing one meal won't kill him."

She had always doted on this little son; after saying that, Zhou Yanqiu and Shang Zhiyu were both somewhat surprised.

Zhou Congyu frowned, ordered the steward to go upstairs and call Zhou Yinhe down for dinner; after Ning Qing sternly stopped him, he had no choice but to give up.

Only then did Ning Qing explain the reason: "This little brat, because Wen Ling wouldn't take him to stay at the Qin Family, is throwing a young master's tantrum at Wen Ling."

Zhou Shuanglin's face instantly turned cold; she rose, fetched a stick from the corner, swung it twice—it felt handy enough—and then strode purposefully toward the second floor.

"No, Dad……" Zhou Yanqiu, seeing his posture, jumped in fright, stood up intending to stop him.

"Don't stop him; let your father give him a beating to knock some sense into him, so he won't act foolishly." Ning Qing slapped her chopsticks, tone unfriendly; Zhou Yanqiu hesitated a moment, then sat back down.

Zhou Congyu paid no heed to how angry Ning Qing was; he rose and went upstairs, but he was still too late—Zhou Yinhe was kneeling at the edge of the sofa and still received two blows.

He grabbed the stick that was about to be swung down again and said to Zhou Shuanglin, "Dad, that's enough."

"Get out of the way; I'm going to properly educate him."

For the first time in many years, Zhou Shuanglin was this furious; Zhou Congyu barely managed to restrain him, but in the end Zhou Congyu dragged him out of Zhou Yinhe's room.

Zhou Yinhe knelt in place, motionless, until Zhou Congyu returned again; he wiped a tear from the back of his hand, lowered his head, and with difficulty rose to his feet.

Just now Zhou Shuanglin held nothing back; both sticks were swung with full force, and Zhou Yinhe felt his back burning with pain, his bones aching as well.

"You say you." Zhou Congyu felt helpless yet pained.

Zhou Yinhe said nothing, head lowered as he sat on the sofa; two obvious drops of water fell onto his knees.

"... Still have the nerve to cry, isn't it you who caused it?"

"I didn't do it on purpose; I just couldn't control myself. I want to stay with her all the time." Zhou Yinhe choked, his voice muffled.

Zhou Congyu sighed, "She's just staying at her maternal grandfather's house for a few days; it's not like we're not together anymore."

"I'm scared; I'm afraid she won't be with me. After a long time, she'll find me boring and not want me."

Where is there still that most unrestrained and suave Young Master Zhou of Sijiucheng?

Zhou Congyu only saw a little crybaby.