I am chasing a rough man in the 80s
Chapter 863 This World Has Been Too Sweet With You

Chapter 863: Chapter 863 This World Has Been Too Sweet With You

After answering Fan Huang’s question, Suizi tossed another handful of herbal medicine into the crushing trough and muttered to herself:

"I gave him three days, not even one more day, not even one more hour."

Though Suizi’s tone didn’t differ from her usual speech, Fan Huang distinctly sensed a warning undercurrent in her words.

"What if... he gets held up with something and can’t come back on time, what will you do?"

Fan Huang worried that his maiden might tear her son-in-law to pieces alive.

"Suizi, Jingting is a good kid, but at his age, he’s really pushing hard in his career. You should support and encourage him more, rather than adding to your son-in-law’s psychological burden."

"Dad, where did your thoughts wander off to?" Suizi said with a charming smile. Her hand pressed down harder on the grinder, crushing the hard medicinal herbs with a squeaky noise. When she encountered a stubborn piece that wouldn’t crush, Suizi picked up the grinder and furiously hammered down on it.

Each time she struck, Fan Huang’s heart shuddered, as if he could see Suizi hammering down on Jingting.

"Jingting is already working so hard, how could I bully him?"

The decision he’s making now was also on her suggestion.

"That’s good to hear," sighed Fan Huang in relief. As long as she wasn’t hitting her son-in-law, anything else was manageable.

"But I won’t let off the person who’s holding him up."

"...Hmm?!"

Suizi gripped the grinder and rolled it with a crackle, crushing the herbs to dust. Fan Huang was both irritated and amused.

"She seems like such a gentle child, but why does she bristle at the mere mention of Jingting?"

"Dad, see that magpie perched on the tree in front of the door?" Suizi pointed, "Doesn’t it have wings to fly? If you chop off its wings, it’s bound to get angry, isn’t it? Jingting is my wings, and I am his eyes. He takes me to places I can’t go, and I help him see things he can’t."

"..." Fan Huang felt gloomy.

He came to stabilize his daughter’s mood, but somehow he ended up being shown a display of affection.

But he had to admit, the analogy Suizi used was... no wonder the son-in-law doted on her like a treasure. Who could resist such a woman?

Fan Huang, who’d had a bellyful of dog food, found Suizi’s words more interesting the more he thought about them after returning home.

Chen Lijun was sitting in a recliner watching TV, and though her stomach wasn’t big, she always felt tired sitting, so she got herself a recliner, claiming it was to "air out her belly."

Fan Huang pretended to pour water, passing right in front of her.

"So, Comrade Xiaochen, what do you think our relationship should be defined as?"

Fan Huang had a bit of a poetic streak, and having been shown up by Suizi’s affectionate display, he also wanted to hear something similar from his wife.

Chen Lijun was engrossed in the TV show and looked annoyed at being blocked.

"Define what? Your butt is blocking my view!"

"..."

Fan Huang felt wounded; how on earth did this blunt, unromantic woman give birth to a delicate child like Suizi, who seemed to exude tenderness from even the strands of her hair?

"The maiden must be like me..." Fan Huang murmured to himself.

Chen Lijun was so irritated that she picked up a small cushion and threw it at him: "Get lost, you old fart! My maiden doesn’t have your lack of tact. You’re in my way while I’m watching TV!"

Fan Huang’s figure became even lonelier, silently retreating to the study room; he needed a cup of bitter tea to quench the fire in his heart.

Chen Lijun found his behavior a bit strange and picked up the phone to call Suizi.

"Did your dad get upset at your place? He came back looking like a frostbitten eggplant, all wilted."

"Mom, it takes less than two minutes to walk from your recliner to my courtyard, is it necessary to waste money on a phone call? You’re too lazy; you’ll end up having a chubby baby."

"Stop nagging! Tell me quick."

"If you care about my dad, you have to express it straightforwardly. Asking me is no good, just go tell him that you love him so much you could die."

"Chen Hansui! Did you fall into a vat of pickled vegetables? You’ve given me a case of goosebumps with all this sourness," Chen Lijun got goosebumps from Suizi’s words.

"Well, if you’re too embarrassed to say it so bluntly, just tell my dad that you’re like pickles and he’s like blood sausage. You two are a perfect match of pickled vegetables stewed with blood sausage, and my dad would be thrilled to death."

Chen Lijun snapped her phone shut, rubbing her arms.

"Where did this girl learn all these quirky romantic lines, they’re as plain as a lump of clay."

Chen Lijun had intended to tease her maiden for a bit, but as she passed the study room, she saw Comrade Fan’s lonely and cold silhouette, and her heart softened a bit.

Maybe... should she try it?

If it didn’t work, she’d march over to Suizi’s place and give that girl a piece of her mind.

But Chen Lijun stood there, mouth gaping for ages. Words like pickles and blood sausage just didn’t roll off the tongue, they felt scalding hot.

"What’s wrong, feeling unwell?" Fan Huang noticed Chen Lijun standing at the doorway, looking hesitant to speak.

"I was thinking--" Chen Lijun found it hard to get the words out despite trying for quite some time, "How about we go out for a walk?"

The thing her maiden spoke of was truly challenging for her, so she decided to opt for a more straightforward way to express herself.

"Hmm? Since when do you take the initiative for a walk? Don’t you dislike exercise?" Fan Huang found it a bit strange.

His wife had been particularly lazy since getting pregnant, usually needing him to drag her out for a few steps. Normally, she didn’t venture beyond the Courtyard.

"It’s precisely because I don’t like to move that I need to find you, you old thing!" Chen Lijun pretended to be impatient, but a closer look would reveal a blush spreading across her face.

Fan Huang stiffened for a moment, then quickly understood and leaped up, shaking off his earlier sense of solitude.

"Let’s go, let’s go, right now!"

In the Tea Room hung with the calligraphy of famous artists, Suizi’s work mingled among them – a loving favoritism from Daddy Fan.

Even though it couldn’t compare with the charm of the masters, it was still written by his own daughter, making it extraordinarily meaningful.

On a small piece of rice paper, Suizi had written a vigorous and lively bestowal of her blessings for her parents: the world is too sweet with you in it.

Having just framed the piece, Chen Lijun was close to ridiculing it – what was this plain language doing here?

In fact, it was a line from a song Suizi had adored in her previous life. She felt that her parents’ home was too formal and was determined to inject some joyful elements.

However, it was precisely this touch of joy that harmoniously merged with the present atmosphere.

Not fond of exercise, but fond of him, the world was too sweet with him in it.

Suizi stood in the Courtyard, watching her dad walk hand-in-hand with her mom, the two of them slowly making their way out.

Her mom seemed to dislike such public intimacy, trying to shake him off, but her dad held on even tighter.

One hand held the regal consort who was pregnant, while the other arm carried a bag, probably with a water bottle or something inside.

"Mouthing complaints, but didn’t you end up listening to me?" Suizi pouted, wondering what her dad found appealing about her mom, who wasn’t cute at all.

Inappropriately, she remembered the incident with Yu Youchan in the Special Zone. Yu Youchan had once mentioned finding someone for Yu Jingting who could serve a man better.

Suizi rested her chin on her hand, feeling a bit perplexed.

Of course, she knew the elder meant serving in a suggestive sense.

How does one "serve" a man... exactly?

She regretted being too conservative in her past life. If she had watched more "educational documentaries", maybe she wouldn’t be so puzzled now?

As Suizi pondered, a postal worker pedaled over on a dark green bicycle, stopping outside Suizi’s door to call out:

"Chen Hansui, you’ve got mail!"

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