Chapter 365: Not Knowing What Heaven and Earth Are

Old Madam Jiang:...

Is that what she meant?

"I've spent my whole life bearing children and raising them, working myself to the bone. Now that I'm this old, how can I still do these things?"

"I meant other people's families, it's always the daughter-in-law who does it! For example, at your eldest brother's and second brother's homes, it's their wives who do it!"

Jiang Aiguo retorted nonchalantly while washing the dishes, "I haven't seen the eldest or second brother be more successful than me, have I?"

If he could handle the housework, he could handle even bigger things! Otherwise, what would Qianqian be with him for?

Old Madam Jiang was choked up, but she still wouldn't give up, "Ability is one thing, I'm talking about your wife!"

"Aiguo, I understand what Mom means," Hu Qian came over with a broom, smiling, "Mom is saying she wants me to do the cooking and me to do the dishes."

She turned to her mother-in-law, "Is that what you meant?"

"Yes, that is exactly what I meant." Just as Old Madam Jiang thought she had successfully brought her daughter-in-law back onto the right track.

She saw her daughter-in-law suddenly run into the kitchen, grab a broom, and start hitting her son's backside.

"Make me cook? Make me wash the dishes? Is that what you think too?"

"No~" Jiang Aiguo cried out in pain, as if acting spoiled.

His wife didn't use real force; it only looked heavy, but she was actually concerned for him.

Old Madam Jiang glared at this scene, so angry she cursed, "Truly, truly disgraceful!"

But when Hu Qian turned around and looked at her angrily with the broom, the little old lady fearfully slumped her shoulders and sat obediently on a small stool, saying nothing.

Fortunately, Hu Qian only hit her son and not her.

Otherwise, her old bones really wouldn't be able to take it.

Si Rong found this scene extremely amusing; she rested her chin on Jiang Cheng's shoulder, "I think Mom and Dad are so in love."

She called them Mom and Dad very naturally, as if she had called them that many times before.

Warm breath spread against his ear, and Jiang Cheng suddenly felt his mouth go dry; he nodded, "It's always been like this."

"Then we must be like this in the future too."

The curve of Jiang Cheng's lips was almost impossible to suppress, and he gave a restrained "Mm."

"I can cook too; if you want to eat, I can make it for you."

Si Rong's hand slowly stroked from his back to behind his ear; she discovered that this spot on Jiang Cheng was very sensitive.

One touch and his face would turn red.

"So, is your cooking more like Dad's, or more like Mom's?"

Si Rong quietly blew a breath toward his ear.

Her fragrance was like an orchid.

Jiang Cheng could no longer stand it; he picked her up with one arm and strode back to the room.

Closing the door with his foot, he pressed Si Rong against the wall and kissed her impatiently.

As urgent as a traveler in the desert suddenly encountering sweet dew.

"Jiang Cheng~," Si Rong's legs went weak, her whole body went weak, and she looked at him with misty apricot eyes, "I can't stand steady,"

Jiang Cheng gripped her slender waist with both hands, sat down on the edge of the bed with a wide stance, and then placed her on his lap to continue kissing.

"Brother! I..." The door was suddenly pushed open, then urgently closed a moment later.

Jiang Cheng had already covered her with a quilt.

He steadied his breathing, "You, go tidy up; I'll take you to see a movie in a while."

"Okay." Si Rong's voice was muffled inside the quilt, sounding stifled.

After Jiang Cheng went out and closed the bedroom door, Si Rong finally poked her head out from the quilt.

Whew~

It seemed that, influenced by Jiang Cheng, her mindset had also become young; to think she could be so... easily kissed by Jiang Cheng until she felt like she was on the clouds.

Outside the door, Jiang Yu clutched his stomach and groaned; it was an expected punch.

"Remember to knock next time you enter my room."

Jiang Yu:...

Holding two movie tickets in his hand, "You were the one who asked me to bring you the movie tickets."

Wuwu.

His brother was tasting the sweetness of love, while he was still suffering.

Let alone kissing, he hadn't even touched Yanyan's hand yet.

Because Yanyan said he looked like a playboy; heavens, he was truly so wronged.

Forget it, it's all fate.

Most movies nowadays were related to the red cause, but because people had just come into contact with fresh things, most people watching the movies were full of high enthusiasm.

Throughout the entire movie, Si Rong and Jiang Cheng's hands were tightly clasped together.

Even though their palms were already damp, neither let go.

Every moment, Jiang Cheng was longing to kiss her, while simultaneously restraining himself.

When they returned home in the evening, Old Madam Jiang had already been sent away.

It was said that she had even brought it up herself.

The family meal felt even warmer; a dish of roasted rabbit meat was made by Jiang Cheng himself.

After Si Rong tasted it, she felt his cooking skills were inherited from her father-in-law Jiang Aiguo, and she breathed a sigh of relief in her heart.

After the meal, Hu Qian said she wanted to go for a walk, and even dragged along Jiang Yu, who had wanted to stay home and read.

Jiang Yu:...

As Si Rong turned around, she met a pair of passionate and longing eyes.

And she herself was longing just the same.

They kissed for another half hour.

To be honest, Si Rong felt that neither of them knew what the world was anymore.

Yet Jiang Cheng's self-control was astonishing; he always stopped at the final moment.

"You are not allowed to leave!"

Si Rong grabbed his collar, "We are getting married soon anyway, what difference does a few days earlier or later make?"

She felt that she was very impatient.

"Be good," Jiang Cheng's large palm gently stroked her forehead, "I want us to remember the feeling of our wedding night for many years to come."

A wedding night that belonged only to the two of them, not just any random day.

He regarded Rongrong as a precious treasure and naturally could not treat her carelessly.

"Mm." Si Rong was touched by his words, and she immediately felt that she should save what was most precious between the two of them for their wedding night.

"Then," she lowered her head to look, "can you hold back?"

Jiang Cheng nodded, "I can."

After a pause, he added, "Sleep obediently in the room next door tonight."

"There are no ghosts in this world; if you need anything, call me."

Si Rong did not nod; that night, she ran to his room again, saying nothing, just standing by the head of the bed watching him.

Without Jiang Cheng, she could not fall asleep.

Jiang Cheng was silent; after staring at each other for a moment, he resignedly made room on the inside of the bed, knowing tonight was destined to be another sleepless night.

Si Rong hugged his shoulders, smiling like a little fox that had gotten its way.

And she promised, "Tomorrow, tomorrow night I will definitely sleep by myself."

"Fine."

Jiang Cheng did not actually believe her, but when it came time to sleep the next night, Si Rong really did not come to find him.

Completely contrary to his initial thought that he would get a good night's sleep, he had no sleepiness at all.

For two consecutive days, he had been pressed against soft jade and warm fragrance, but today she did not come, and the gentle scent of osmanthus no longer drifted in the air.

A trace of sweet breath was missing.

Jiang Cheng began to reflect: had he done something to make Si Rong unhappy?

Or was it because he had carried her back to the next room the past two mornings, and had he disturbed her rest?

In short, Jiang Cheng tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep.

He forced himself to close his eyes, but her sweet smile and her sweetness still filled his mind.

As he thought about it, his body began to grow hot.

No! He could not sleep alone in this damn bed!

Jiang Cheng opened the door on tiptoe and then went to the room next door.

In the darkness, the person on the bed slowly curled her lips.