Can We Say No to Divorce?
Chapter 289 - 180 Thin Cocoon

Chapter 289: Chapter 180 Thin Cocoon

The movie theater was very crowded in the evening, with people even queuing to buy tickets.

When Bei Ran and Gu Qingchen stood among the crowd, they felt even more beautiful and handsome than the stars on the promotional banners.

Bei Ran gazed at him, then hooked her arms around his neck, tiptoed, and whispered in his ear, "I say, after ’Fast and Furious,’ it naturally leads to ’Triumph in the Skies’..."

Gu Qingchen slightly curled his lips into a smile, finding her comparison quite appropriate; after the passion comes soaring high.

I wonder if both directors would be having a headache upon hearing this?

Bei Ran went to buy the tickets, then pulled Gu Qingchen into the theater.

Gu Qingchen teased her, "We leap directly to soaring high, followed by endless passion..."

Bei Ran’s face reddened, this man...

She could tease others just fine, but in front of him, she could never outdo him!

Sea View Villa.

Zheng Tong came home from work; she had worked overtime and upon arriving, she smelled the delicious scent from the kitchen.

Ever since Duan Feixun started staying at her place, she would smell the wonderful aroma of cooking.

Which means, from then on, her home was filled with the scent of everyday life.

Zheng Tong washed her hands and as she passed the kitchen, she saw him multitasking between cooking and talking on the phone, Duan Feixun hung up upon seeing her, probably business matters.

"Wife..." Duan Feixun opened the kitchen door, "You’re back! Dinner’s almost ready."

He served the dishes on the table, filled the bowls with rice and soup. Ever since he tried American ginseng black chicken soup at Bei Ran’s house, he frequently made it for Zheng Tong.

Ever since Bei Ran mentioned that this soup was nourishing for women, whenever he came home early, he would prepare it for her.

Zheng Tong looked at him, she was a doctor and told him to skim the fat off the soup, indeed after mentioning it once, he took the fat off every time.

"Thank you..." Zheng Tong said, appreciating the aroma of the chicken soup.

At this moment, Duan Feixun gazed at her, "You’re my wife, why say thank you? It’s only right for me to treat you well."

Zheng Tong also looked at him, then lowered her head to sip the soup.

Some might not like the smell of ginseng, others might find it especially pleasant.

Just like marriage, which resembles the taste of ginseng; to those accustomed to its flavor, marriage is a soothing chicken soup, embracing us every night. Those averse to it reject such a flavor.

Zheng Tong raised her head, then said to him, "You should drink it too!"

"This is for women..." Duan Feixun said very seriously.

Zheng Tong laughed, "Ranran would be jealous of you!"

Duan Feixun watched her laugh, it had been a long time since he had seen her laugh like that, he gazed at her somewhat dazedly.

"What are you looking at?" Zheng Tong turned her face away.

Duan Feixun then reached out his finger and gently wiped away the soup at the corner of her lips.

As Zheng Tong turned her head, his finger just touched her red lips.

Zheng Tong was startled for a moment, Duan Feixun seized the opportunity and kissed her lips...

Her lips still bore the fragrance of the chicken soup...

He lingered back and forth.

He couldn’t let go.

She did not refuse either.

Her non-resistance was the greatest encouragement for Duan Feixun.

He embraced her and then sped up the pace, letting the flames of love fully ignite.

To warm someone’s heart, you must first warm their stomach.

This saying applies not just to men, but to women as well.

Zheng Tong might be angry with him, but in these days when he took care of her and treated her well, her anger gradually dissipated.

In that moment, she did not refuse him...

Suddenly, the phone rang again...

Duan Feixun swore that next time he was being intimate with his wife, he would definitely turn off the phone.

When Zheng Tong woke to the ringing of the phone, she pushed him away.

Duan Feixun saw it was from home, so he picked up the phone again, patiently speaking, "Mom, how are you? Are you feeling unwell... is your blood pressure high? Have you been checking it daily? And remember to take your blood pressure medication daily..."

Zheng Tong quietly drank her soup, seeing clearly that Duan Feixun was a devoted son, no matter how ruthless he was in the business world, he was incredibly filial and patient towards his parents.

"You’ve been taking them regularly, right!" Duan Feixun said, "That’s good... What? A child..."

While saying this, his mother asked him at his age, when he planned to have children, Duan Feixun then looked towards Zheng Tong.

Zheng Tong silently ate her food and gave no indication.