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Jian Yunong happily welcomed Huo Jincheng inside.
“Mr. Huo.”
Mist Shenshen made a move to get up, but Jian Yunong quickly walked over. “Auntie, please sit. You’re pregnant now.”
Her belly looked like a small mountain; any movement seemed like it would cause an earthquake. Huo Jincheng gestured, “I came to pick up Jian Yunong. I’ve disturbed you for the whole afternoon; you should rest well while I take her back.”
Mist Shenshen was just being polite and had no intention of getting up. Now that she was pregnant, and since Huo Jincheng and Nong Nong were getting along better, she didn’t need to be as formal and respectful as before. “Alright, hurry and take her back. The food here is all nutritious meals, which don’t suit her taste.”
Huo Jincheng took Jian Yunong downstairs. In the elevator, he wrapped his arm around her waist and spoke affectionately, “Didn’t eat enough?”
Jian Yunong scrunched her little nose. “I thought I could indulge in eating now that I’m pregnant, but I realize I was too naive. Auntie eats so healthily; being a mother is really not easy.”
Huo Jincheng couldn’t help but laugh, pulling her into his embrace. “Little foodie.”
“We’re not in a hurry to have kids, right?” Jian Yunong pulled away from his arms, her big eyes staring at him. “Before we start trying, I want to eat everything I crave.”
“But what if there are too many delicious things to finish?”
Huo Jincheng teased her on purpose.
Jian Yunong was momentarily stunned, her gaze becoming fixed and unblinking. After thinking seriously for a moment, she quietly said, “Then… can we not have kids?”
Huo Jincheng: “…”
He smiled. “I’ll give you one more chance; say it again?”
"You're still a baby... I don't want to have kids..." Jian Yunong pouted while wrapping her arms around Huo Jincheng's waist, insisting on being spoiled.
Huo Jincheng gave her a light pat on the backside. "So, your favorite thing in this world is food, and I'm second?"
"No, that's not it. I love food and chefs who can cook. You cook really well, so I like you a lot."
Huo Jincheng: "..."
Fortunately, he had developed good cooking skills while studying abroad alone back then; otherwise, he would have ended up as the man ranked behind the chef.
Huo Jincheng couldn't stand it.
"What if I couldn't cook?"
"But you clearly can cook very well."
"What if I couldn't? I'm just saying hypothetically."
Jian Yunong didn't realize that Huo Jincheng was getting annoyed and answered honestly, "Then I might not be so useless in front of you. I might insist on divorcing you. Hehe."
She poked Huo Jincheng's tense jaw. "Are you angry?"
So oblivious!
Huo Jincheng let go of her and stepped out as soon as the elevator doors opened.
Jian Yunong followed behind. "Why are you like this? We agreed it was a hypothetical! That means it's not real! You can cook really well! And I'm not divorcing you!"
Huo Jincheng continued to walk forward, showing no signs of stopping, when a woman's delicate voice scolded him from behind.
"Huo Jincheng!"
"I'm going to get angry."
Of course, Huo Jincheng was just joking with Jian Yunong. He paused his steps and turned around, and Jian Yunong turned as well, walking in another direction.
This is outrageous!
After only a few steps, Huo Jincheng pulled her back from behind.
Without saying a word, Jian Yunong suddenly lost her balance and was lifted up by Huo Jincheng, who strode toward the car parked ahead.
This position was very uncomfortable, and Jian Yunong couldn't help but hit his back. "Put me down."
"Put you down? So you can run? Run to find a chef?"
"Yes, I want to find a chef. A chef who can cook and will make a feast for me as long as I pay him. Hmph!"
Huo Jincheng tossed her into the passenger seat and fastened her seatbelt. He pointed at her with his finger. "Is that chef more handsome than me? Is he better at cooking than I am?"
Jian Yunong turned her face away. "I don't know."
Huo Jincheng turned her back to him and bit her lip. "You actually don't know? Are you trying to make me angry?"
Seeing his puffed-up expression, losing his usual calm demeanor, Jian Yunong couldn't help but laugh. "Of course I don't know; I've never seen that chef. Hmph. You’re actually jealous. Huo Jincheng, look at yourself; it seems I've infected you with my silliness. How can you be silly? You have to always be smart; otherwise, what will happen to our future babies? They’ll be both foolish and greedy, and they’ll always argue."
Huo Jincheng also noticed this obvious fact. When he was pursuing Bai Ru, he tried hard to create an image of maturity and stability, but how did he become so childish when it came to Jian Yunong?
Huo Jincheng reached out and roughly rubbed her, filled with a mix of annoyance and embarrassment, blocking Jian Yunong's small mouth to prevent her from saying anything irritating—she couldn't say a word. His tongue traced her patterns, expressing in another language that he was jealous, so what? She wasn't even allowed to think about anyone else; she could only feel good about him and like him.
Jian Yunong wrapped her arms around his neck and responded to him gently.
Arguing wouldn't solve the problem, but love could resolve conflicts.
Huo Jincheng let go of her. "But I'm still very angry. Why did you just leave without saying anything? What if I hadn't turned around?"
Last time in Prague, Jian Yunong jumped into the river and went missing because of a single wrong word...
"I didn't expect you to have such a big temper."
Huo Jincheng pinched her chin, dissatisfied.
Jian Yunong replied seriously, "I don't want to indulge your temper. Besides, I think it's a matter of mutual respect. You proposed the hypothesis first, so I followed your lead. Is there a problem with that? Why are you angry?"
Huo Jincheng's expression darkened little by little as he muttered, "My fault."
However, the tone of his apology was quite stiff.
Jian Yunong, still with a childlike mentality, responded to him in the same tone, "Oh."
On the way home, neither of them said a word.
As the car entered the garage, Huo Jincheng opened the door and got out. Jian Yunong moved slowly, watching Huo Jincheng walk past the front of the car, giving her a very indifferent back.
Jian Yunong couldn't help but make a face at the retreating figure.
She took out her phone and called her aunt; this was too infuriating, and she wanted her aunt to know!
When the call connected, it was Ji Shaoli who answered.
"Your aunt is taking a bath. Is there something you need?"
"I want to talk to my aunt for a moment."
Ji Shaoli didn't hesitate, "Sure."
He walked into the bathroom with the phone. Mist Shenshen glared at him displeased, "Ji Shaoli, get out!"
"Jian Nong called; she has something urgent for you." Ji Shaoli approached and handed the phone to Mist Shenshen. "Your foot is swollen badly; let me gently massage it."
Mist Shenshen shot him a fierce glare, her beautiful cat-like eyes filled with anger, "Get out."
As she picked up the phone, she continued to glare at Ji Shaoli, her tone not very pleasant, "What do you want?"
Jian Yunong recounted everything that had happened, feeling quite wronged.
Mist Shenshen thought to herself that indeed all men were the same; when they fell in love, their intelligence dropped to the level of an idiot. But Jian Yunong's emotional intelligence was too low; it was truly frustrating. "Can't you just sweet-talk him? Just tell him you love him the most! If he’s happy, what can’t you have? He could probably cook you four meals a day until you’re stuffed!"
"Aunt, I won't throw up. You don’t know how good he is at cooking."
"……" Mist Shenshen really wanted to throw her phone away. "Did you call just to show off your love?"
"Not really, Auntie, I'm just stating the facts."
"Huo Jincheng is already very tired and busy with work during the day, so just let him be happy for a bit. Nong Nong, no amount of delicious food can compare to a man who loves you. He really likes you and cares about you. Although his way of expressing it is clumsy, so what? Can you accept those impressive men who can sweet-talk and are good at romance? You would probably feel nauseous after talking to them for a while."
That is indeed the case.
Jian Yunong is very resistant to other men.
Hearing Jian Yunong's silent breathing, Mist Shenshen supported her forehead with her hand, revealing an expression of fatigue.
Yi Nansheng spoiled Jian Yunong. Back then, their relationship was so simple; they didn't need to think too much about personality issues and there weren't many troubles in getting along. Yi Nansheng was also much gentler and more tolerant than Huo Jincheng.
Jian Yunong and Huo Jincheng are indeed married, but they haven't really spent time together. They are testing each other; where their personalities clash, they either argue or tolerate each other, or one side gives in.
What Mist Shenshen can teach Jian Yunong is to learn to be a bit more considerate, not just to please the man.
It can also save her some trouble.
Why must they argue in good times? Jian Yunong doesn't enjoy it either; she truly cannot understand.
To put it bluntly, it's foolishness.
"Do you like Huo Jincheng? If you like him, let him know that he is actually more important than delicious food. For such a proud person like Huo Jincheng to take time out to cook for you and even come to pick you up is already quite good. Do you think I have time to cook for you when I'm busy? I give you money so you can eat takeout every day; have you forgotten?"
Jian Yunong certainly hasn't forgotten; eating too much takeout really gets old.
This is also why she likes Huo Jincheng's cooking so much.
"Be good. Go comfort him. He's a man, just a little coaxing will do. It's just like raising a dog. Didn't you always want to have a dog? Take care of this big dog named Huo Jincheng first."
Before hanging up, Mist Shenshen reminded her, "You mustn't tell him I said any of this."
After all, Huo Jincheng is still her superior.
"Got it, Auntie." Jian Yunong hung up the phone, took a deep breath, and got out of the car.
Entering the living room, she saw Huo Jincheng standing there, his back straight and imposing.
Jian Yunong walked over, ready to speak, when she suddenly caught sight of the screen.
The suggestive and vibrant scene displayed on the screen showed a woman's long legs in front of a man, producing sounds that made one's face flush and heart race.
There were no excessive shots or language, but it still left Jian Yunong feeling dry-mouthed.
"Ah..."
She had forgotten to turn off the movie before leaving, and it just happened to start playing at this most exciting part.
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