CH 33.2

After the matter, Yisheng concluded. When a man said that he was tired, the woman could not allow him to feel even more tired, because the person who would feel tired in the end was the woman. She was a living example. The total number of times she had made love with Song Anchen before this was not as many as the number of times he had her that night. It was a tiring method from a beast who wanted to feel even more tired.

The next day, she just could not bring herself to get out of bed. She stretched and felt like her bones were creaking. There was no one next to her. After a beast finished doing his beastly things, he wore his clothes and looked well-dressed, but he was actually a beast in human clothing.

Yisheng went downstairs and saw that Song Anchen was properly attired as he stood in the kitchen and made breakfast. When he heard the sounds, he turned around and smiled, “Morning.”

Song Anchen looked like he was in good spirits! Yisheng sat on the chair at the dining table and stared at his busy figure. She did not know why but her chest felt very tight. When Song Anchen carried the breakfast he had made over, Yisheng suddenly felt her nose scrunch up involuntarily.

That was a distant memory now. She gazed at the black bean glutinous rice porridge in her bowl that Song Anchen had cooked, lost in her memories. That was when they were very young, the two of them had just started junior high school, and although it was already September, the sun was still shining brightly, and the ground was burning hot. They would always leave school together, even when one of them was on duty to clean the classroom. That day, it was Yisheng’s turn to clean the classroom. Song Anchen sat at his seat, doing his homework as he waited for her. For some reason, Yisheng’s stomach hurt and she slumped at her seat, not moving. Song Anchen placed his pen down and asked her what happened. She simply said that she had a stomach ache and could not sweep the floor. Song Anchen stopped doing his homework and helped her do her duty. After he did that, he asked her to stay at her seat to wait for him, that he would be back quickly. On such a hot day, when he returned, his forehead was already covered in sweat, and he held a black bean glutinous rice porridge as well as some clothes she did not recognize.

At that time, he was still young and his face was red as he brought the porridge and placed it in front of her, “Your skirt is red.”

She turned her head back to look and noticed that her white skirt had a red stain. It was her first time having her period and she did not know anything.

“When my mom is in pain, she drinks hot porridge. She said that this sort of porridge is the best for women,” He nudged the porridge, his expression embarrassed.

Yisheng could still remember the feeling of drinking hot porridge on a hot day. Her whole body felt hot and her heart felt flustered. When the clothes that he had borrowed from the uncle in the reception room were wrapped around her waist, Yisheng realized that Song Anchen had been the one to take care of her during her first period.

She had not thought about this memory before, and when she recalled it now, Yisheng could not help but smile. Song Anchen was someone that was closely intertwined with her life. Sometimes, things that she had forgotten, he would remember.

Perhaps, this was a part of his life.

Song Anchen sat down, “After you’re done drinking, let’s go to work.”

Yisheng glanced at him, “Aren’t you on vacation today?”

Song Anchen suddenly smiled at her, raising his eyebrows, and looking at Yisheng with a pair of affectionate eyes, “If I can’t finish the work I have, I can’t get married.”

Yisheng’s face turned red, “Aren’t we already married?”

Song Anchen smiled, “I still owe you a wedding.” After he said that, he scooped a mouthful of rice and fed it to Yisheng. Yisheng hurriedly stopped him, “I can do it myself.” Needing to be fed by someone was way too unreasonable.

After the two of them finished eating, they went to work together. What caused Yisheng to feel shocked was that the coat that Song Anchen took from the sofa was the windbreaker that Yisheng bought yesterday? She watched in shock as Song Anchen put on the windbreaker. He was too much. It was a gift that she had given him, he should at least say thank you!

When Song Anchen saw her anger, noticing that she was glaring at him, he said very innocently, “I gave you your return gift yesterday.”

“…” Yisheng wanted to refute his words, but she could not find the words to refute. He did give it his all yesterday, but…

She was not the only one who enjoyed it! Yisheng was so angry she wanted to stamp her feet. Song Anchen was a man who never let himself be at a disadvantage!

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It turned out that Song Anchen had finished an operation yesterday. He arranged another operation today. He would be able to finish the rest in three days, and he could then take a vacation. In other words, in less than a week, they could hold their wedding banquet.

They had originally been driving well, and they only needed to drive around ten minutes to return home. However, at a corner, a red sports car suddenly drove out of the alley. Song Anchen’s driving skills were good and he instantly braked and turned the car, avoiding a small accident. However, the driver of the red sports car seemed to either lack skills or was frantic, and directly drove into the parasol car on the sidewalk.

Yisheng looked at the red sports car, “Should we get down and take a look?”

“You can stay seated, I’ll go out and take a look,” After he said that, Song Anchen got off the car. The person from the red sports car also got out. It was a woman wearing military pants, a black leather jacket with a lot of things hanging off her. Yisheng could only say that she looked a bit like a punk.

Why did Yisheng feel that this woman looked so familiar? She could not help but feel shocked. Wasn’t this the wild-woman from yesterday that let her have the windbreaker? Isn’t she Lin Ruohan’s best friend? Yisheng could not hear the conversation that was happening between Song Anchen and that woman.

When Song Anchen turned around and pointed at Yisheng, that wild-looking woman waved at Yisheng. Yisheng suddenly felt that it was strange, what were they talking about? The two of them did not talk for a very long time and Song Anchen soon returned. Yisheng asked, “What were the two of you talking about?”

“She said that you have very good taste,” Song Anchen glanced at Yisheng, a faint smile on the corner of her lips.

“Ah? Why did she say that?”

“Because you got married to a man like me,” Song Anchen continued to smile.

Yisheng on the other hand was unable to smile. She could not help but turn around to look at that woman but noticed that the woman’s gaze was still directed towards them. This caused Yisheng’s heart to feel uneasy, her face turning red. Her instinct and logic told her that when a woman’s gaze was fixed on a man she did not know for more than five seconds, she either liked him or was fantasizing about something.