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Tang Zhicheng felt as if a new world had opened up for him, and he embraced Ye Fangfei with even more enthusiasm.
At that moment, Old Lady Tang pushed the door open and walked in. Upon seeing the two of them wrapped up in each other's arms, she quickly retreated. Standing outside the door, she recalled the scene she had just witnessed and felt her cheeks flush with embarrassment. How scandalous! The young people nowadays were far too unrestrained.
Inside, Tang Zhicheng and Ye Fangfei stared at the door as it swung open and then shut again, both looking utterly bewildered. Finally, Ye Fangfei was the first to react. She hurriedly pushed Tang Zhicheng away and exclaimed, "This is all your fault! What will your mother think if she sees us like this? How am I supposed to face anyone after this?"
Tang Zhicheng hadn't expected his mother to barge in like that. Feeling a bit awkward himself after being caught in such a compromising position with Fangfei, he scratched his head.
Outside, Old Man Tang noticed his wife standing motionless at their son's door and asked, "What are you doing standing there? What did the third one say? Where should we put these things?"
It turned out that Old Lady Tang had come over to ask where Tang Zhicheng wanted the tables and chairs placed.
"Oh, it's nothing. Just put them outside for now," she replied, patting her slightly flushed cheeks before turning to leave.
Back inside, Ye Fangfei regained her composure and wriggled free from Tang Zhicheng's embrace. She scolded him playfully, "This is all your fault! What are we going to do now?"
Tang Zhicheng wasn't upset by her playful punches; instead, he pulled her back into his arms and reassured her, "It's fine. My mother won't say anything. Besides, we're married; this is perfectly normal."
Ye Fangfei felt a bit shy about being seen kissing Tang Zhicheng by her mother-in-law but ultimately didn't think it was a big deal in modern times. After a moment of hesitation, she brushed it off and said, "You should go check on your mother and see what she needed when she came in."
"Alright, I'll go take a look. You rest on the bed for a bit; I'll call you when dinner's ready," Tang Zhicheng replied.
"Okay, go ahead," Ye Fangfei said.
Tang Zhicheng helped Ye Fangfei take off her shoes and climbed onto the bed with her. He grabbed a thin blanket to cover her before watching as she closed her eyes. Only then did he step outside.
Meanwhile, Tang Zhi and Tang Zhiwu were busy moving furniture out of the house under Old Lady Tang's direction.
"Big Brother, Second Brother, these things should go into the storage room," he instructed as he opened the door to the room next to the kitchen.
The room was small, only about two square meters, a space carved out from the kitchen to store miscellaneous items. The tables and chairs were moved over by Tang Zhicheng from the dormitory. Since he had gotten married, he had returned the dormitory provided by the transportation company. All these items were originally bought with his own money, and since he no longer needed to stay in the dormitory, he brought everything over.
However, since the house was already furnished, these things were temporarily set aside in the storage room. Just yesterday, fearing that there wouldn't be enough seats for guests, he had placed some stools inside.
Neither Tang Zhicheng nor Old Lady Tang mentioned what had just happened; they acted as if it had never occurred.
"Mom, how about we have noodles for dinner tonight? Feifei hardly ate anything for lunch; she loves handmade noodles," Tang Zhicheng said to Old Lady Tang.
Upon hearing this, Old Lady Tang felt a pang in her heart. She was being asked to cook for her daughter-in-law, and it had to be handmade noodles simply because her daughter-in-law liked them. Why did it feel so uncomfortable?
"What? Did your wife ask you to say that?" Old Lady Tang shot a sideways glance at Tang Zhicheng and asked.
"No, Feifei is tired; I just wanted her to rest for a bit. I noticed she didn't eat much at lunch and thought of her favorite handmade noodles," Tang Zhicheng replied, completely unaware of his mother's inner turmoil.
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