Chapter 214

Ning Qing gave a teasing glance at the atmosphere between the two, then smiled and withdrew her gaze.

Nothing made her happier than her son and daughter-in-law having a good relationship.

As for Zhou Shuanglin, he wasn't particularly concerned about these romantic matters; what he always cared about was whether his son and daughter had obtained a good sense of belonging, yes, belonging.

The eldest son has found a good daughter-in-law for him; the second son is still a bachelor from birth; as for this youngest son, it's no different from marrying himself off.

Ning Qing called Wen Ling to her side; as for Zhou Yinhe, he could sit wherever he liked.

She held Wen Ling's hand while effusively praising Wen Lao and Qin Lao, saying nothing more than how unsuitable her family's Xiao Wu was for Wen Ling, that gaining Wen Ling's favor was his blessing, that he had married up to Wen Ling.

Wen Lao and Qin Lao naturally also praised Zhou Yinhe, but each time their praise was lightly refuted by Ning Qing and Zhou Shuanglin, leaving the two elders unsure what to say.

Seeing her daughter-in-law talk for half a minute without getting to the point, Zhou Shuanglin took the initiative to bring up the engagement matter.

"Wen Uncle, Qin Uncle, we came this time just to talk with you about these two children's engagement."

Wen Lao smiled and said, "Xiao Wu has already talked with us; they have no objections to the engagement."

Zhou Yinhe sat on the armrest beside Wen Ling, his arm resting on her shoulder; hearing this, he pinched her shoulder, and when Wen Ling looked at him, he raised his eyebrows somewhat triumphantly.

Wen Ling snorted laughingly, "What's there to be proud of? Whatever he says, I won't agree, it's pointless."

Wen Ling simply lifted her hand and twisted him; seeing him grimace as he rubbed the sore spot, she felt satisfied turning back, only to notice everyone else was watching them, and when she turned back they quickly averted their gaze.

""

Ning Qing pressed her lips to hold back laughter, secretly pinching Wen Ling's palm.

Mother and son seemed to enjoy this gesture; Wen Ling smiled and pinched Ning Qing's palm as well.

Zhou Shuanglin handed the invitation list to the two elders; Wen Lao's understanding of Hua Guo was not thorough, or rather, aside from the Qin and Zhou families, he couldn't be bothered to learn about anything else. Qin Lao, on the other hand, took it and glanced at it.

The list also included those on good terms with the Qin family but not so close with the Zhou family; Qin Lao could tell at a glance that they had already factored in their dealings with the Qin family.

Qin Lao sighed, placed the list on the table, and seriously looked at Zhou Shuanglin and his wife.

"You really put thought into this."

"Of course."

They chatted about arranging tables and such; Wen Ling listened in a daze, her forehead pressed against Zhou Yinhe's waist, yawning nonstop.

Last night's tossing and turning was indeed a bit excessive; Zhou Yinhe rubbed her hair and said to the elders, "Grandpa Qin, Grandpa Wen, Mom and Dad, I'll take Ah Ling back to rest first."

Seeing that Wen Ling really wasn't feeling well, the elders let them leave; after all, these matters were for the elders to decide, and there was no need for them to stand by.

After getting in the car, Wen Ling reclined the seat a bit, tiredly yawning nonstop and muttering indistinctly, "Damn it."

As Zhou Yinhe's car pulled out of the Qin residence, hearing that, he curled the corners of his mouth in a smile; he'd already gotten the benefits, so a couple of scoldings wouldn't cost him anything.

Back at Chen Yue Fu, Zhou Yinhe still wanted Wen Ling to finish looking at the surprise first, but Wen Ling couldn't muster any energy, drooping her head as she entered the elevator; the two cats followed her feet up to the floor, leaving Zhou Yinhe standing there helplessly gazing at the pile of boxes on the ground.

He had no choice but to follow; when he returned to the room, he found Wen Ling already lying on the bed, while Hehe and Humph—one was pressing the blanket at the side, the other coiled on his pillow, taking up most of the space that originally belonged to Zhou Yinhe.

Zhou Yinhe stepped forward, wanting to say a few words to them, but afraid of waking Wen Ling and upsetting her, he had no choice but to silently pick them up and throw them out of the room.

These two cats get clingy as soon as they enter this room, and moreover, the adult world isn't really suitable for cats to come into.

Wen Ling's sleep wasn't deep; when Zhou Yinhe checked on her, she woke up a little, mainly because she was afraid he might not be able to restrain himself, but seeing that he was behaving sensibly and exercising restraint, she relaxed and fell back asleep.

Zhou Yinhe couldn't sleep, feeling a bit excited; earlier at the Qin residence they had discussed the engagement date, the auspicious time calculated by the master was only a month away, and he would soon be able to put on the label exclusively for Wen Ling; from then on, whether in front of Lu Zhaoye or Wen Zhuo, he would be the one holding his head high.

He leaned against the headboard, holding his phone and chatting in the group with his childhood friends who were slacking off at work.

Zhou Yinhe was unusually generous today, sending out many red packets in the group; although each wasn't much, on average each person could receive five yuan, which was many times more than the previous one or two fen they used to get.

Qi Zhan popped up, first sending a shocked expression, then asking: 【What good news does Xiao Wu have? Why are you being so generous today? Has the engagement date been set?】

Zhou Yinhe hooked his lips in a smug smile, just about to type "en en", when Zhao Ningyan already answered for him.

【It seems to be next month; Uncle Zhou and Aunt Ning mentioned it yesterday.】

Zhao Ningyan had dinner together with Zhou Zhaoning, who had rushed back to Sijiucheng after work yesterday evening at the Zhou family home, so knowing this wasn't surprising.

It's just that Zhao Ningyan speaking for him wasn't as exciting as him saying it himself, so Zhou Yinhe @-ed Zhao Ningyan: 【Retract it, let me say it myself.】

After Zhao Ningyan retracted the message, she sent no further messages, and the group fell silent.

Just as Zhou Yinhe was about to type, Wen Ling turned over onto her side toward him, placed her hand on his thigh, her fingers twitching slightly—a subtle motion that easily stirred his desire.

Zhou Yinhe really didn't dare move her any further; he gritted his teeth, lay down, and pulled Wen Ling into his embrace, silently enduring for a long time, having already forgotten about announcing the good news in the group.

Meanwhile, the few people in the group waited a long time without seeing Zhou Yinhe appear; Ke Chengyu cautiously sent two question marks, and upon seeing that Zhou Yinhe still hadn't shown up, he sent a cursing meme.

Wen Ling had slept for a long stretch; by evening her stomach was growling, having slept through the day and, since last night, not having eaten properly—of course she was hungry.

When Zhou Yinhe came out of the bathroom after rinsing off with cold water, he sneezed several times; afraid that catching a cold would affect the engagement ceremony a month later, he went downstairs and drank two packets of cold medicine, thus missing Wen Ling waking up.

Wen Ling lay in a daze on the bed; Zhou Yinhe pushed the door open and entered, seeing her eyes open, he asked, "Do you feel like you're about to wake up? Are you hungry? I had the chef make dinner; it's just ready."

Wen Ling dazedly nodded her head, still not quite reacting.

Seeing her like that, Zhou Yinhe gave a light chuckle, pinched her cheeks, and asked, "What's wrong? You look like you've lost your soul."

"I have this feeling of not knowing what year it is tonight." Wen Ling blinked her eyes, dazedly asking, "What time is it now?"