PDLP Chapter 45 Su Qingge is moved: Husband, I'll allow you to hold me while we sleep tonight.
Chapter 45 Su Qingge is moved: Husband, I'll allow you to hold me while we sleep tonight.
The air at the doorway seemed to be sucked out in that instant.
The two ears of corn that Lin Zhou had just picked, still smelling of the earth, fell to the ground with a "thud".
He stood frozen in place, his gaze fixed on Su Qingge's "diary," which was actually a "secret stash of money," and he felt a chill run down his spine.
It’s over.
This time it's really Barbie Q.
That record contains irrefutable evidence of his "embezzlement and bribery" over the past seven years!
He'd fabricate all sorts of things, like falsely reporting two yuan for grocery shopping, or overstating fifty yuan for gas, and even falsifying various "winning records" and "part-time income" to legitimize the system's funding sources. If Su Qingge, that shrewd woman, saw through all this, he'd not only lose his job, but might even have to kneel on durian peels.
"Um... honey, let me explain."
Lin Zhou swallowed hard, his brain racing, trying to concoct a plausible excuse to salvage his precarious position in the family. "Actually, what's written here is all... all..."
What are they?
Saying it's for writing novel material? That's ridiculous.
They say they're helping others with bookkeeping? Who would believe that?
Just as Lin Zhou was so anxious that he was about to scratch his head and beg for mercy by bowing, Su Qingge, who had been keeping her head down and not saying a word, suddenly moved.
She slowly raised her head.
The icy, frosty eyes I had imagined, seemingly capable of shooting out shards of ice, did not appear. Instead, there were a pair of red, rabbit-like eyes, brimming with tears.
There was no anger, no questioning in those eyes, only a kind of deep affection that sent chills down Lin Zhou's spine.
Still feeling guilty?
"Lin Zhou..."
Su Qingge sniffed, her voice hoarse as if it had been rubbed on sandpaper.
She walked quickly to Lin Zhou, ignoring the two pitiful ears of corn on the ground, and directly reached out and grabbed Lin Zhou's dusty hand.
"Huh? Yes! I'm here!"
Lin Zhou trembled in fright and reflexively tried to pull his hand back. "Wife, let's talk this out. Don't hit me. I'm dirty..."
"fool."
Su Qingge gripped even tighter. Looking at Lin Zhou's cautious and humble demeanor, as if afraid of upsetting her, she felt a pang of bitterness welling up inside her.
look.
How badly did she bully this man?
He had sacrificed so much for the family behind the scenes, and he had scrimped and saved to the point of not knowing if he could buy her a bag, but in front of her, he still had to pretend to be guilty, as if he was afraid she would find out.
Was he afraid of hurting his pride?
Or am I afraid that she will feel guilty if she finds out?
Why didn't you say so sooner?
Su Qingge choked back tears, which fell uncontrollably onto Lin Zhou's hand, burning him and making his heart race. "You're so focused on saving money... you can't even afford a ten-yuan cigarette... and I still scold you for wasting money... Am I really that bad?"
Lin Zhou: "???"
What is that?
Saving money? Ten yuan for cigarettes?
His brain froze for two seconds, then he caught a glimpse of the open notebook in his hand, which was on the page that read, "May 6th, bought cigarettes - 9.5 yuan (the cheap cigarettes are really hard to smoke, but I'll put up with it for the sake of the big plan)".
What the hell!
Lin Zhou understood instantly.
This spendthrift woman… no, this adorable silly wife, is she mistaking his “poverty complaints” for “inspirational quotes”? Does she think he’s trying to save money to buy her things?
This is a misunderstanding...
Wonderful!
It's like Bulbasaur eating Doritos and entering Mickey Mouse Clubhouse—it's absolutely amazing!
"Cough cough..."
Lin Zhou suppressed the urge to grin wildly and quickly adjusted his expression, completing an Oscar-worthy switch from "horror" to "deep affection" in a second.
He took Su Qingge's hand in return, his eyes softening with tenderness, even carrying a hint of shyness at being caught out.
"Honey, you saw it all?"
"Yes." Su Qingge nodded heavily, her eyes brimming with tears.
"Since you already know, I won't pretend anymore."
Lin Zhou sighed, looked up at the ceiling at a forty-five-degree angle, and spoke in a deep and melancholic tone:
"That's right, I'm saving up. I was thinking that after all these years of marriage, I haven't given you a proper gift yet. That 'starry sky' bag... I saw you staring at the magazine for a long time."
"Although I'm not capable of making a lot of money right now, I think that as long as I save a little bit, and then a little bit more, I'll eventually save enough. Even if it's just saving one dollar at a time, as long as it makes you happy, I feel it's worth it."
These words were spoken with such sincerity and deep emotion that they were truly moving.
Even Lin Zhou himself was almost moved by his own words.
The Oscars owe him one!
"Lin Zhou! Waaaaah..."
Su Qingge completely broke down.
She suddenly threw herself into Lin Zhou's arms, ignoring the sweat and dust on his body, clinging tightly to his waist, and crying like a baby:
"We're not buying it! We're not buying that bag anymore! I don't want it!"
"From now on, my money is your money. You can spend it however you want! I won't allow you to wrong yourself like this anymore! Waaah..."
Lin Zhou stiffly stretched out his arms, feeling the trembling body of the woman in his arms, and his heart was filled with joy.
Is there such a good thing?
Not only did they keep their private savings, but they also gained control of the finances?
He's really enjoying being a kept man!
"Okay, okay, stop crying."
Lin Zhou gently patted her back, coaxing his diva wife like a sweetie, "You won't look pretty if you keep crying. You have a show to record tomorrow, how can you look on camera with swollen eyes?"
Su Qingge snuggled against him, wiping her tears on his T-shirt, before shyly raising her head.
She looked at Lin Zhou with eyes full of tenderness and affection, and that cold sense of distance completely disappeared.
"husband."
This time, the word "husband" came out extremely naturally, without the previous awkwardness and stiffness.
"Hmm?" Lin Zhou raised an eyebrow.
Su Qingge bit her lower lip, as if making a decision. She tiptoed, leaned close to Lin Zhou's ear, and her warm breath brushed against his neck, carrying a hint of shyness, yet with an unusual firmness:
"Tonight...we don't need to sleep in separate beds."
Lin Zhou was taken aback: "Huh?"
I said…
Su Qingge's face flushed as red as the sunset, her voice as soft as a whisper, yet it clearly reached Lin Zhou's ears:
"Tonight, you're allowed to hold me while we sleep."
……
……
Dark as ink.
Night always falls exceptionally early in Peach Blossom Village.
Inside the dilapidated house, a family of three was lying on the newly repaired four-poster bed.
Nuonuo was sleeping on the inside. The little one was exhausted today and had long since fallen asleep, snoring softly.
Lin Zhou and Su Qingge lay side by side on the outside.
There is no "38th parallel" made of pillows in the middle, nor is there a dividing line like the Chu River and Han Border.
The two were so close that they could hear each other's heartbeats.
Su Qingge turned to the side, her back to Lin Zhou. Although she spoke boldly, when it came to the actual combat, this diva still chickened out. She closed her eyes tightly, her long eyelashes trembling incessantly, betraying her inner nervousness.
She is waiting.
Waiting for the man behind me to make a move.
Now that I've put it that way, he should... take the initiative, right?
however.
A minute passed.
Five minutes passed.
Ten minutes have passed.
The man behind them didn't make a sound at all!
He lay there stiffly, like a corpse that had just been placed in a coffin, his breathing deliberately suppressed to the point of being barely audible.
Su Qingge: "..."
Is this guy made of wood? Or is he really incompetent?
At this moment.
Lin Zhou was lying flat on the bed, his hands folded over his abdomen, his eyes wide open like copper bells, staring intently at the dark beams above his head.
He's not just nervous, he's practically on the verge of a breakdown.
Despite his usual flirtatious and witty remarks, when it comes to a real, hard-hitting moment, this two-times-a-lifetime virgin instantly becomes impotent.
The woman beside him exuded an alluring fragrance, a blend of shower gel and her natural scent, which wafted straight into his nostrils.
He could touch that intoxicatingly beautiful body with just a slight reach.
but……
I dare not move!
I really don't dare to move!
Lin Zhou felt stiff as a board, feeling even more exhausted than when he carried Su Qingge for five kilometers through the mud during the day.
He roared inwardly:
"System! Help! This question is way beyond the syllabus!"
"What should I do now? Should I just hug her? Or should I test the waters first? What if she changes her mind and slaps me?"
"This is a hundred times more nerve-wracking than going to war!"