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Chapter 535: I Treasure Everything You Give Me

Chapter 535: Chapter 535: I Treasure Everything You Give Me

Zhu Qianying lowered her eyes and saw the pot full of lush greenery with not even a single yellow leaf.

It seemed this man had taken good care of it!

"What love token? I was broke and just picked it up off the side of the roads. You also turned it into a treasure!"

Zhu Qianying curled her lip, displaying a look of disdain. In her heart, though, she couldn’t say she wasn’t touched or felt something. Of course, it would be a lie!

Her occasional stubbornness seemed already transparent to Yan, but he never called her out. Instead, he just leaned over and pecked lightly at the corner of her lip curled in disdain.

"Anything from you, even if it’s a random weed picked up by the road, I would treasure it!"

Sweet talk between a married couple, like an appetizer before a meal, always arouses one’s appetite to the highest. And when the main course is served, its taste would be even better.

In the past, Zhu Qianying didn’t think this man liked to sweet talk. She thought he was more of a doer than a talker.

However, recently, she discovered this man could coax down even the birds perched on branches, if he wished to. As for herself, as an ordinary woman, she inevitably fell into his sweet talk...

Perhaps considering her injured hand, Yan was unusually restrained that night. After washing up, he held her and returned to the bed holding her in his arms.

"Ying’er... Wanna move back here?"

The territorial instinct of men generally surpasses that of women.

It’s not his male chauvinism, nor because he is not used to living in the apartment.

In his mind, here is where their story began, including their cute little boy who was conceived here unknown to both him and Zhu Qianying.

Thus, the bedroom here meant something different to Yan than the one in the apartment.

It has nothing to do with size, luxury, or simplicity.

"Hmmm... I can occasionally..."

Zhu Qianying lazily replied in his arms. Regardless of it being once, he could always make her feel like she had been drained. Now, she just wanted to lean on him and sleep well.

Whether to move back or when she would move back does not concern her.

When Yan heard her promise, he could hardly contain his joy. He lowered his head and kissed her lips deeply...

...

When Zhu Qianying woke up, it was quiet all around. She opened her eyes and soon remembered where she was – at Yan’s house and in Yan’s bed.

She slowly sits up and looks around.

She remembered what she promised Yan in a blur.

In fact, whether it was here or in the apartment, the sufferings were basically the same as long as she was with him.

Just like now, she still felt as sore and achy as the day before and she wanted to swear!

Indeed, you can’t trust what a man says in bed.

At first, he said it would be just once, but after their bath, he came at her a few more times, of which she had lost count.

After Zhu Qianying got down from washing up, directly opposite to the stairs was a large wall clock. Seeing the time, she deeply felt that her present self had probably even changed her biological clock.

What’s the difference between this schedule and a pig’s?

While she despised herself, Madame Yan, who was sitting in the living room drinking tea, saw her and quickly got up to greet her.

"Ying’er, are you awake? How’s your hand feeling? Does it still hurt?"

Her worried look resembled that of Chen Jing, Zhu Qianying’s mother.

"Mom, my hand is not a big deal. The wound is superficial and it’s nothing," Zhu Qianying replied.

Even after hearing it, Madame Yan stayed at the staircase, waiting for Zhu Qianying to come down, and offered her hand to Zhu Qianying.

"You go have breakfast first, and then when Xiao Han finishes his work, go with us to get peace charms."

"Okay!" Zhu Qianying obediently replied.

After listening to Yan’s lecture yesterday, she understood that going for the peace charm - whether she believed it or not - did not really matter.

What’s important is when the elders and Yan think they should go, they should just go. If it could give them some peace of mind, why not?

Yan, who had worked late into the night and got up early to go to the office as usual, hurried back home before lunch.

Zhu Qianying had breakfast around ten, so she wasn’t as hungry as usual.

When she finished a bowl of rice and said, "I’m full", everyone, including Yan, looked at her simultaneously.

"Ying’er, are you feeling unwell? Why did you eat so little?" Yan asked, setting down his chopsticks as his hand reached for her forehead.

A little annoyed, Zhu Qianying replied, "I ate breakfast around ten and I wasn’t that hungry. Besides, I finished a whole bowl of rice, which is a lot for many women—they only eat half a bowl!"

As for her occasional spikes of temper, Yan just found it amusing. He pinched her slightly puffed cheeks, smiled and said, "Well, that is true for other women, but my wife usually eats two bowls!"

Zhu Qianying rolled her eyes at him, "Oh really? From now on, just call me Zhu Two Bowls!"

Yan pretended not to understand, "Why are you called Zhu Two Bowls? Shouldn’t it be Rice Two Bowls?"

Zhu Qianying, no longer wanting to bother with him, heard him continue, "Well, that sounds pretty good, actually. ’One Billion Yan’ and ’Rice Two Bowls’..."

To the elders, the behavior of these two was becoming more like the combined antics of their baby boy and Bai Xiaolu. Thus, they simply sat back and enjoyed the show.

And they quite enjoyed it.

...

Zhu Qianying does not believe in Buddhism, so she had no idea that there was a rather popular temple in the suburbs of L City.

Even though it wasn’t a holiday, the temple was still crowded with worshippers.

Zhu Qianying and Yan accompanied the elders to donate incense money and made wishes after burning incense.

The elders urged Yan to take Zhu Qianying outside for some fresh air, saying that Zhu Qianying, the "patient", would get giddy if she stayed too long in there.

Of course, both Yan and Zhu Qianying knew this flimsy excuse had no real substance behind it.

Still, they obediently went outside the temple to a fountain, found a chair under a big tree, and sat down together.

"What do you think they shooed us away for?"

Yan was genuinely curious, but as a man, he considered himself incapable of figuring out what his mother and mother-in-law were thinking.

"Maybe they want to draw a marriage fortune stick for us..." Zhu Qianying lazily suggested, leaning against him.

The temple was built halfway up a hill where the air was fresh. The soft mountain breeze was blowing, and it was peaceful with the sound of birds and the fragrance of flowers. The relaxed atmosphere made one want to fall asleep unconsciously.

Zhu Qianying, who was somewhat tormented last night and had been on foot for most of the day, inevitably felt a bit worn out. So, naturally, she slowly closed her eyes.