"Do you guys have one?"
Song Yun stretched out his hands, thumbs up at each other, with a more intense smile on his face.
Huang Baoding's old face flushed with embarrassment, hastily waving his hands as he said, "Our relationship is very pure, boss, don't overthink it."
"Damn, how dull."
Song Yun waved his hand and walked away.
But who would have thought, Huang Baoding, a man with a heart of stone, could also fall for someone—Captain Yang sure is impressive!
"Honey, honey! What do you think about this dress?"
Ye Qingqing called out loudly from inside a shop.
Song Yun hurried over, looked at a red dress, and nodded: "Good taste, worthy of being my Song Yun's woman."
"Ugh, so greasy."
Ye Qingqing rolled her eyes at Song Yun, took the dress, and compared it against Wen Shu's body, leaving Wen Shu stiff and unsure of what to do.
"Wen Shu, this dress suits you a lot; go try it on and show me," Ye Qingqing said, pushing Wen Shu into the fitting room with the dress.
When Wen Shu came out again, Song Yun's eyes lit up. Wen Shu originally had an ethereal air about her, like a fairy untouched by worldly matters, but after changing clothes, she seemed to have an added cheeky charm.
"Does it look good?"
Ye Qingqing, with a beaming smile, pushed Wen Shu in front of the mirror.
Wen Shu had never worn such revealing clothes before. In her village, she was the holy maiden, always wrapped up tightly, even wearing clothes to sleep, as showing skin in public was considered disrespectful to the gods.
But now, her arms were showing, and so were her thighs; Wen Shu was quite uncomfortable.
However, as soon as she looked up and saw herself in the mirror, her eyes widened in surprise!
Was that really her?
The girl in the mirror was filled with vibrant vitality, her figure's beauty perfectly highlighted by the dress—it was as if the dress was custom-made just for her.
He was even willing to risk his life for love!
"Sigh..."
Song Yun sighed again and said no more.
The father and son sat in the study in silence for quite a while before Song Bu spoke up, "Come with me to see your grandfather tomorrow. While we're at it, let's invite your uncle to have a meal together and discuss the construction of the ancestral hall."
"Okay."
...
Tonight, Yuan Siyi was also staying at the Hua Shou Villa. After a lively reunion dinner with a bunch of people, Song Yun curled up with Ye Qingqing and went to sleep.
The next morning, Song Yun felt something damp on his arm. When he opened his eyes, he realized that his wife was drooling in her sleep, probably dreaming of something delicious.
"Lazybones, time to get up."
Song Yun patted his wife's bottom. Hey, don't tell me, but the feel—it's gotten even better!
Ye Qingqing, not pleased, covered Song Yun's mouth and grumbled with her eyes closed, "Ying Ying said that pregnant women need to ensure they get enough sleep! That way the baby will be healthy!"
"All right, all right!"
Damn, using Captain Yang to press down on me, can't provoke her, can't provoke her—the word of a pregnant woman is law, I dare not even ask why.
Song Yun got dressed and, after washing up, began heading downstairs to prepare breakfast.
When he finished cooking, Wen Shu, with dark circles under her eyes and looking out of sorts, wandered down. The silly girl must have been caught up in her thoughts—she missed a step and nearly tumbled down the stairs. If Song Yun hadn't been quick to catch her, she'd probably have ended up with a battered face today.
"Did you not sleep all night?"
"Yes..." Wen Shu murmured shyly, holding her head down, "Those clothes were too pretty... I looked at one after another, and by the time I came to my senses, it was already daylight..."
Indeed, women all love beauty! Even a young village girl just out of a mountain village is no exception!
"Those clothes are all yours, who else could snatch them away!"
"Hehe... it's different, it's different. I've lived for so many years, and this is the first time I have my own clothes, hehe..."