Chapter 1805: Feelings Growing Quietly

Gu Zhihao said with dissatisfaction, "A girl shouldn't learn to be so sharp-tongued. Your brother did it for our own good back then, so let's turn the page on this matter. In the future, we will still be a harmonious and happy family..."

Before her father could finish, Meiyin refused, "No, he and I are not a family. What is his surname and what is mine? You, Mom, me, and my younger brother—we are the family; he is an outsider."

"How are you talking, child?"

Shi Yuke raised her palm to strike, and Meiyin instinctively tried to dodge.

Her mother's palm did not land on her; Shi Yuke looked at her with a complex expression, as if she wanted to see right into her heart with a single glance.

Meiyin hurriedly avoided her mother's gaze, her eyes darting away, but her face flushed red.

Gu Zhihao did not notice the interaction between mother and daughter; he had drunk a bit too much, and he began to boast while patting his chest and slurring his words!

"You, Zhang Yulong, although you are not my biological son, you are my son. Tell me, do you admit it or not?"

Yulong replied with a smile, "I admit it, of course I admit it. How could I not admit it? I will always be your son, and no matter when it is, you are my father, my dearest father..."

Gu Zhihao liked it when others flattered him.

But now it was different; the person praising him was not just his son, but a hero!

He was the father of a hero; Gu Zhihao puffed out his chest and raised his head unconsciously, filled with pride.

"That's right, I! Am your dad! I am the hero's father. My apprentice is a big boss, the number one in the food industry, and my son is a big hero. My life, Gu Zhihao's life... sob sob sob..."

He burst into loud sobs without any warning.

Originally, Shi Yuke wanted to get to the bottom of things and press her daughter for her secret.

Now, she was interrupted by her husband's sudden wailing.

"What madness are you acting out again? Why are you crying for no reason?" she said with displeasure.

Gu Zhihao hugged his wife and wouldn't let go, saying while crying, "Thank you, Yuke, thank you for marrying me. If you hadn't married me, how could I have an apprentice like Zichen, and how could I have a son like Yulong?"

"And a beautiful daughter, who is good-looking and does well in school, plus a lively, thick-headed biological son!"

"Everything I have now, you gave to me. You are my benefactor..."

Shi Yuke did not know whether to laugh or cry.

She tried to break free from her husband's clinging arms, "Let go of me, the children are watching. You're making a joke of yourself in front of them."

"I won't let go, I won't let go. I want to hold you, and I won't let go for the rest of my life..." Gu Zhihao held his wife tightly, refusing to let go no matter what.

Shi Yuke coaxed her husband, and it was only with great difficulty that she got him to agree to go rest, and the two of them left together.

He was drunk, and if he stayed at the dinner table, he would only repeat himself endlessly and let the children see a joke.

The three children were left at the dinner table; it was fine, but it was time for Yubiao to go to school.

He had to go to school, and before leaving, he was reluctant to part, "Brother, wait for me to come back, and you tell me about your heroic deeds."

"Alright."

Seeing that he was still dawdling and refusing to leave, Meiyin spoke up to shoo him away, "Hurry up and go, you're going to be late for school."

"I know, you're so fierce, be careful that no one will want you in the future!" Yubiao stuck his tongue out at his sister, made a face, and then ran away quickly.

Yubiao went to school, leaving only Meiyin and Yulong at the table.

The air suddenly went quiet, and the atmosphere became subtle.

"That, don't you have something you want to say to me?" Meiyin's tone suddenly became gentle.

"I'm sorry."

"Hmph! I don't want to hear that."

"Then what do you want to hear?"

Meiyin had drunk fruit wine; the alcohol content wasn't high, but her face was flushed, a beautiful white-tinged-with-red.

She asked, "You won't go do such dangerous things in the future, will you?"

"Mm."

Yulong agreed vaguely; he probably wouldn't. He was now famous, and his status was no longer suitable for being an undercover agent.

Meiyin let out a long sigh of relief, only then truly setting her heart at ease.

The bellyful of words she had prepared in her heart were now useless.

Originally, she had planned that if Yulong went to do such dangerous things again, she would participate and follow along to be his helper.

But now it wasn't necessary, and for a moment, she didn't know what to say.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hit you last time." He was referring to the time he slapped Meiyin.

"Hmph! It hurt!"

"How about you hit me back?" He leaned his face toward her.

Meiyin lightly slapped his face, still unable to bring herself to hit him hard.

Her fingertips brushed lightly across his cheek, the delicate and gentle sensation seeming to sweep across her heart, like a dragonfly skimming the surface of the water, causing ripples to spread.

Yulong's face turned red, and Meiyin's face turned even redder!

She quickly pulled her hand back and sat a little further away.

"That, I'm full, I'm going back." Yulong stood up to leave.

"I'll go with you."

Yulong:...

"Alright."

The two walked out of the house together; a gentle breeze blew, and Meiyin's small face turned even redder.

She felt her footsteps were a bit floaty; she already had a low tolerance for alcohol, and she had drunk quite a bit at the table just to cover up her embarrassment.

The homemade fruit wine had some alcohol content; it tasted sweet and didn't feel like much while drinking, but once outside and hit by the wind, she became drunk immediately.

Meiyin felt as if her feet were stepping on cotton, the ground was soft, and the houses, the trees... were all swaying!

Yulong supported her and asked with concern, "You're drunk, don't walk anymore, I'll help you back to rest."

"Alright, are you still leaving?"

Yulong answered honestly: "After I take you back, I will leave."

"No."

Gu Meiyin could not stand steadily, she threw herself into his arms and murmured incessantly: "I won't leave, and I won't let you leave either. You have to stay with me; with you here, I feel at ease..."

Although the two were siblings, it was not very appropriate to hug like this on the street.

Yulong reminded her: "Don't hold on so tight, people will see and laugh at us..."

It would have been better if he hadn't said anything.

After he finished speaking, he discovered that Gu Meiyin was holding him even tighter!

Not only that, she changed from murmuring softly to shouting loudly: "If people see... let them see, what's the big deal? I like you, Zhang Yulong, I'm telling you, Gu Meiyin likes you!"

Yulong's whole body stiffened, as if struck by lightning!

The shock was not because Gu Meiyin had suddenly confessed.

Gu Meiyin liked him; he knew that even without her saying it.

He not only knew that Gu Meiyin liked him, but he also knew the kind of liking Gu Meiyin had for him was not sibling affection, but the kind of liking a girl has for a boy.

The two grew up together, and Yulong understood Gu Meiyin's temper, personality, and every change very well.

He had thought of everything, but he never thought that she would confess on the spot, outside, in front of so many people!

There were quite a few people outside, sitting and chatting idly.

These people were all the aunties and middle-aged women in the village who loved to gossip; now it was done for, there was no telling how they would make up stories about the two of them.

"Gu Meiyin, stop making a scene, you've had too much to drink, you're just talking nonsense..." Yulong tried to make amends.

Gu Meiyin had indeed had too much to drink, so much that her eyes only held Yulong, and she could not see the pairs of curious and gossiping eyes of the others.

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