Chapter 221: You have to say I love you

Where are you going?

Zhou Yinhe lifted his arm and blocked their way, he sneered: "Are the Zhou and Ning families just your drunken gossip?"

The Ning family member hurriedly shook his head: "No, cousin, don't misunderstand."

"Cousin? I don't have an older male cousin."

The Ning family member's face instantly turned embarrassed, Zhao Ningyan's younger male cousin's face gradually turned cold, he gritted his teeth: "Zhouwu, stop showing off here."

"What? You're relying on the Zhao family's influence, preparing to pick a fight with me?" Zhou Yinhe crossed his arms, mocking: "Chen Yunhe, the Zhao and Zhou families are connected by marriage—do you think Madame Zhao will favor her maiden family, or her own son?"

"You!"

Chen Yunhe's face darkened, footsteps sounded behind him, he turned sharply and saw Zhao Ningyan walking over slowly.

"Older cousin, I…"

Zhao Ningyan stared at Chen Yunhe expressionlessly, coldly saying: "Chen Yunhe, get lost."

Zhou Yinhe was about to get engaged, he didn't want to unnecessarily invite trouble; otherwise he would have already acted, no need for Chen Yunhe to provoke him here.

Zhao Ningyan remembered Zhou Yinhe's kindness, but also kept a note of Chen Yunhe's grudge in his heart.

Watching Chen Yunhe and the other leave, Zhou Yinhe curled the corner of his mouth, Zhao Ningyan turned to look at him, smiling gently: "I thought you'd make a move, so I hurried out after you."

"I'm not that idle; if I accidentally hurt my face, how would it look for the engagement?" Zhou Yinhe snorted, turned and went into the bathroom to wash his hands.

Zhao Ningyan found it amusing, but still moved closer to him, saying: "Can you say a few good words for me in front of your sister?"

"What's up?" Zhou Yinhe gave him a sideways glance.

Zhao Ningyan: "You're engaged, Yanqiu Ge's kid is on the way, I'm jealous."

Zhou Yinhe: "Let me give you a tip: go to my place and win over my mom—that works better than anything. Of course, you also can't neglect the proper etiquette with my dad, or he'll like you even less."

Zhao Ningyan lowered his head, thought seriously, then after a while said gratefully: "Really? Then I'll cover the venue for your wedding."

The Zhao family in Sijiucheng isn't just limited to that; they have considerable assets. A suburban manor in Sijiucheng is Zhao Ningyan's private property, designed like a foreign castle estate—holding a wedding there would indeed be quite suitable.

Zhou Yinhe laughed: "All right, brother-in-law, you got this."

The two returned to the private room together; Chen Yunhe's group had already left. Jiang Jibai asked puzzled: "How did they just run off like they'd seen a ghost? I hadn't even gotten a word in when they fled—did you guys beat someone up outside?"

Zhou Yinhe looked at him with a half-smile: "Am I that kind of person?"

"……" Jiang Jibai recalled those who, back here, had offended Zhou Yinhe without eyes and got beaten up, lying unconscious for days.

Forget it, Jiang Jibai didn't want to argue with him; seeing Zhou Yinhe bend down to pick up his cup and down the remaining liquor in one gulp, he said: "Wen Ling's gone home, I'm heading back too."

"No, how long have you even been here?" Ke Chengyu tried to stop him, but he dodged with a turn of his body, scoffing: "Who wants to pull an all-nighter with a bunch of big guys? See ya."

He strode off, leaving a few people speechless.

Wen Ling had already washed up and lain down; she no longer pulls all-nighters, so she can look good on her engagement day.

Zhou Yinhe entered the room reeking of alcohol; before Wen Ling could even frown, he lunged at her.

"Baobao, I miss you so much."

Wen Ling touched his hair in surprise, questioning: "You're drunk?"

"Mm… hug."

Wen Ling, while hugging him, said: "Your alcohol tolerance is so good, how could you get drunk? Did they make you drink?"

Zhou Yinhe, while apologizing in his heart to his childhood friends, rubbed against Wen Ling's neck in a coquettish way, the alcohol scent staining her all over.

He said: "They said to congratulate my engagement, so they kept plying me with drink; I couldn't refuse, so I drank it all—too many people, I ended up drunk."

"I'll go get you some sobering tea, lie down for a bit." Wen Ling reached up and touched his forehead, so tender.

Zhou Yinhe sank into her tenderness, unable to pull himself away, his eyes filled with obsession, he grabbed Wen Ling and wouldn't let her go.

"Don't go, stay with me."

Wen Ling, helpless, leaned against him, listening to his drunken muttering: "I'm so happy, we're getting engaged; after the engagement we can get the certificate and marry; after marriage we can spend a lifetime together; after a lifetime there's still the next life, and the life after that."

"……" Wen Ling really didn't know what to say, could only hum in agreement twice.

Zhou Yinhe didn't mind, continued: "You don't know, they all envy me, saying I'm blessed, found a good wife; those old family friends' uncles and aunts keep urging their kids to find girlfriends, especially Jiang Jibai and his lot, hehe."

Wen Ling's doubts vanished completely—this wasn't drunkenness, what was it! They started grinning foolishly!

She patted Zhou Yinhe's front, coaxing: "Honey, can I first change your clothes? It's uncomfortable to lie in them; I'll take a shower, then go make you some sobering tea and bring it up."

"No, wife, stay with me, I'm too happy." Zhou Yinhe clung to her, acting spoiled, his eyes gradually reddening, tears welling up, his voice choked as he said: "I never dared dream of this; I thought I'd spend this life full of regret, never expecting you'd come back to find me, let alone that we'd get engaged."

"They always say I'm blessed, and I feel that being with you for a lifetime is my greatest blessing."

Wen Ling, held by him, lifted her gaze to his eyes upon hearing that; seeing the tear tracks at his corners, her heart ached, she whispered: "Me too."

She lifted her chin to kiss his tears away; Zhou Yinhe hummed, then turned to bite her lip.

At first he was pretending, but after pretending so long he seemed really drunk; now holding Wen Ling, his consciousness was a bit fuzzy.

Zhou Yinhe kept murmuring: "Baobao, baobao——"

Wen Ling's lips curled with a smile, she softly replied: "I'm here."

They will never part again, never.

"Baobao, I love you."

"I love you too."

Zhou Yinhe lifted his brow, frowned seriously: "You can't say 'I love you too'; you have to say 'I love you'."

Wen Ling didn't know what he was hung up on, so she simply said again: "Zhou Yinhe, I love you."

"That's right." Zhou Yinhe eased his grip, pressed against Wen Ling, constantly coaxing, pushing further: "After the engagement, can't we first go get the certificate? If you're not in a rush for the wedding, we can skip it for now—can we just get the certificate? I want a marriage license."

Wen Ling stayed silent, not speaking; Zhou Yinhe wouldn't let up: "Can you? Can you?"