Chapter 193

Wen Ling said solemnly: "Then he won't be able to surpass you either!"

"Why can't he compare? Since our looks are exactly the same, it's not certain you'll be able to tell us apart when the time comes."

Wen Ling tiptoed, cupping Zhou Yinhe's face, smiling narrowly: "Although our looks are the same, many places are definitely different—for example, the way you look at me, and every tiny mole on your body, I remember them all very clearly."

"I love you so much, that's why I remember so many details." Wen Ling curved her lips and left a kiss on the corner of Zhou Yinhe's mouth.

Qin Yuyang stood behind them, originally quite curious, but seeing them kiss, he exclaimed "aiya!" and turned and ran.

Wen Ling glanced at his fleeing back and puffed out a laugh.

Zhou Yinhe glanced back as well, then lowered his head and continued to bite Wen Ling's lips.

He said hoarsely: "You'd better follow through—love me well, and bully me a little less from now on."

Doesn't Wen Ling know him yet? If she really doesn't bully him, he'll surely get itchy, but at this moment Wen Ling is willing to go along with his words.

"Okay, I won't bully you." Saying this every day, she's already lost count of how many times she's said it—anyway, Wen Ling hasn't changed.

Zhou Yinhe rolled his eyes, then planted a hard kiss on Wen Ling's forehead, the force making her tilt her head back so hard she almost twisted her neck.

"Oh dear." Wen Ling held her neck, glared at Zhou Yinhe, and said, "Are you trying to harm me?"

Zhou Yinhe raised an eyebrow: "Let you find out."

Wen Ling reached out to hit him, Zhou Yinhe stepped back to dodge, turned and ran; Wen Ling caught up, jumped onto his back, and made a move to choke his neck.

"Yo, pure hatred for a lovebird couple?"

Suddenly a teasing voice came from beside them; they turned their heads and saw it was Lu Zhaoye.

"How come you're here again?" Zhou Yinhe held Wen Ling, not letting go, coldly staring at Lu Zhaoye's face, his displeasure written all over.

Lu Zhaoye crossed his arms, gave a light chuckle, and countered: "I came—aren't you happy?"

"……"

"Isn't it time you stopped calling me 'great uncle'? Now you're turning your face and refusing to acknowledge people, right?"

"……"

Wen Ling patted Zhou Yinhe's shoulder, signaling him to put her down; Zhou Yinhe pursed his lips, slightly squatted, and steadily set Wen Ling on the ground. After she stood firm, she took his hand and squeezed his palm, as a way to soothe him.

Although Lu Zhaoye had gradually let go a bit, each time he saw the couple's small intimate gestures, he felt a twinge of discomfort; he averted his gaze and said lightly: "I'll go with you to Guishan."

"!! Why!" Zhou Yinhe was very unhappy, his volume much louder.

Lu Zhaoye glanced at him: "I'm going to check on the school I support; I asked Grandpa Wen and Grandpa Qin, and they said you'll be going there this time as well."

"Can't you go by yourself?"

Wen Ling, hearing that, tugged at Zhou Yinhe's hand and whispered: "Don't be petty."

"How can I not be petty?!" Zhou Yinhe was left speechless with anger.

Wen Ling smiled at Lu Zhaoye and said: "He's just joking; have you packed your things?"

Lu Zhaoye felt uneasy inside, grunted an acknowledgment, then stopped engaging with the two, turned and left the villa to the courtyard to look for Qin Lao and Wen Lao. Wen Ling stared blankly for a moment, pressed her lips, and her mood instantly sank.

She felt she couldn't maintain their relationship well, which made it hard for her to accept.

Zhou Yinhe stood beside her, glanced sideways, saw her expression clearly, hesitated a moment, then said: "At worst I won't argue with him; just don't be unhappy."

Wen Ling suddenly lifted her head, her beautiful eyes flashing with fine light; Zhou Yinhe raised his hand to touch the spot he had just kissed, and said softly: "I won't argue with him; as long as he doesn't deliberately provoke me, I'll try to get along peacefully—okay?"

"Thanks."

"Cut it out; I'd rather you hit me twice than listen to you be polite with me."

Zhou Yinhe felt awkward all over; he truly disliked Wen Ling being polite with him, which made him feel their relationship was distant.

Wen Ling raised her hand and slapped his back, making her palm go numb; she gritted her teeth and asked: "Is that impolite enough now?"

Zhou Yinhe grimaced, rubbing his back, and muttered: "That's way too impolite."

By the time Wen Ling had walked far, standing at the doorway she glanced back, raised her brows, and said: "When I speak seriously to you, you always look for a fight; getting hit makes you comfortable—do you have a bit of a fetish for that?"

"Yeah, how about it, satisfy me." Zhou Yinhe said while strolling toward Wen Ling; before she could react, he suddenly quickened his steps, grabbed her, bent over, and hoisted her onto his shoulder, striding upstairs.

Wen Ling struggled while shouting: "What are you doing! Your face changes too fast—just a moment ago you were all gentle, and now you're flipping."

"Even if I change my face faster, it's not as quick as you—you said you'd hit me and you did, and just now you promised not to bully me anymore." Zhou Yinhe said, raising his hand to slap Wen Ling lightly, then gave her a mischievous rub.

Wen Ling's eyes widened in shock at his move, and she flushed with anger, shouting: "You! Rascal!"

"Mm-hmm, I am."

Anyway, he's thick-skinned, doesn't mind another nickname.

Wen Ling kicked and slapped his shoulder, shouting: "When did I promise not to bully you? That's just your own nonsense—let me go, what if Grandpa and Grandpa-in-law see? There are still little kids at home!"

Zhou Yinhe let out an "oh," then moved the hand on Wen Ling's body again with ill intent—just a little—and Wen Ling's legs and arms went limp; she let out a whimper and obediently lay on his shoulder.

Her voice was soft and sweet as she cooed: "Jerk."

A flicker of smile crossed Zhou Yinhe's eyes; he opened the bedroom door and tossed Wen Ling onto the bed.

He hadn't intended to do anything; the previous night he had bullied her too much, and he only wanted to scare Wen Ling a bit—he hadn't expected her to react this way, making him feel that doing nothing would be somewhat sorry to her.

He only moved his hand.

It also made Wen Ling tear up, constantly begging for mercy; finally she leaned against the headboard, choked with sobs, and cursed: "I want to live separately!"

"Nice dream." Zhou Yinhe stood aside wiping his hands, humming a laugh: "What kind of dream are you having in broad daylight?"

Wen Ling grew even angrier: "You know it's broad daylight."

"I know, I'm shameless—can't help it."

Wen Ling, angered to the point of not wanting to speak, grabbed the clothes tossed aside, put them on, and as she walked past Zhou Yinhe, she raised her hand and twisted his waist flesh; hearing him hiss, her anger dissipated.

This anger comes fast and goes fast—whoever provokes it resolves it.

As she went downstairs, Wen Ling received a call from Qin Yuchen.

"I had someone send Qin Yuyang's homework to you; please keep an eye on him while he does it. If he doesn't listen to you, have Zhou Yinhe watch him—his cold stare is fiercer and can scare Qin Yuyang."