bestfiction Chapter 354 Ah Ling, your period is over, right?
Chapter 354 Ah Ling, your period is over, right?
Zhuang Chaoying lay on her back on the bed, her hands crossed behind her head, staring at the ceiling. Her thoughts drifted back to when Pengfei first came to their home. Pengfei was quite a sentimental child, perhaps because he had left his parents when he was just over ten years old. Back then, Pengfei was still a little kid, living with them, and he was so sensible that it broke their hearts.
He then recalled the half of the gene-optimized sugar pill he had given Pengfei. He had given it a try, but it actually worked.
Pengfei was admitted to Jiaotong University, which gave Hualin and Xiangdong even more hope for the future.
Even without this sugar pill, Pengfei is quick-witted, and even though he didn't get into university in the original series, he still managed to start a passenger transport business through his own efforts, making him a true self-made millionaire.
But was the decision I made for him the right one?
Forget it, I don't want to think about it anymore. No matter which path Pengfei takes, this kid is bound to be good. He's got a sweet tongue, a quick mind, and he's a college student from the 1980s. He definitely has a bright future ahead of him.
Zhuang Chaoying lay sprawled out, shirtless; years of life had long since robbed him of any sense of shame about being naked.
In his own room, only Ah Ling could see him, and he felt incredibly comfortable sleeping shirtless.
At this moment, Huang Ling was sitting in front of the dressing table, carefully wiping her face.
Now that her living conditions have improved, she no longer uses face cream and has switched to using skincare sets. The face cream she bought before naturally ended up being used by Zhuang Chaoying.
After wiping her face, Huang Ling got up and walked to the bedside. Looking at Zhuang Chaoying lying on the bed, she saw that even after so many years, his abdominal muscles were still so clearly defined, one muscle at a time.
Huang Ling reached out and touched it; it felt very nice.
Zhuang Chaoying propped his head up with one hand and just stared at her. Huang Ling's face inexplicably flushed, and she quickly grabbed a towel and covered his stomach with it.
"Chao Ying, you're not young anymore. Don't wear any clothes. Be careful not to get diarrhea if your belly button gets cold."
After saying that, Huang Ling lay on the bed, turned to her side, and reached out to turn off the bedside lamp.
With a "snap," the room instantly went dark.
Zhuang Chaoying's lips curled up, and he had some other thoughts in his mind. He slowly moved towards Ah Ling.
When their bodies touched, Huang Ling shuddered instantly.
Zhuang Chaoying reached out and hugged her, resting her chin gently on A-Ling's shoulder.
The kidney tonic pills that the system had previously rewarded him with had restored his kidneys to the state of a twenty-year-old, which made him feel restless from time to time. Zhuang Chaoying whispered in her ear, "Ah Ling, I've calculated the days, your period has been over for two days now."
After saying that, he lowered his head and gently kissed her neck.
Huang Ling leaned back involuntarily. The two had lived together for so many years and had developed a great understanding of each other. Often, they only needed a small gesture to know what the other was thinking.
Then, only soft humming sounds remained in the room.
Have a good night's sleep.
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The next morning, the family sat around the dining table early. After a simple breakfast, the whole family seemed to be put on a "busy" mode, with everyone revolving around Tu Nan.
Xiaoting and Dongzhe carefully tied the gifts to the motorcycle.
"These are all gifts for Sister Wanshu's family, so make sure they are tied up securely and there can't be any bumps or scratches."
Dong-cheol nodded in agreement.
Huang's mother and Huang Ling stood on either side of Tu Nan. Huang's mother held Tu Nan's hand and gave him earnest instructions.
"Sweetie, you must be polite when you visit someone's home. Be sweet-talking, but remember, it's better for men to talk less, so as not to make people think you're frivolous."
Huang Ling straightened Tu Nan's collar, looked her tall and energetic son up and down, and muttered to herself, "Hair, beard, clothes, all quite neat and clean, there's nothing wrong with them."
At this moment, Mr. Huang patted Tu Nan's shoulder heavily. "My dear, we're the groom's family, so we mustn't be stingy. Your grandfather has a good eye for people; Wan Shu is a good girl. When you go over today, you must make sure to leave a good impression on her parents. Be generous and open-minded, don't be petty. If you don't have enough money for the wedding, your grandfather will help you out."
Huang's mother nodded in agreement. "That's right, sweetie."
Dongzhe and Xiaoting put their things away and came in. Dongzhe looked at Tunan with envy in his eyes.
He silently wondered when he could be like Tu Nan, a prospective son-in-law visiting Uncle Zhuang and Aunt Huang's home. Lost in thought, he smiled and said to Tu Nan.
"Brother, we have all four items: machine gun, hand grenades, two hundred bullets, and explosive packs. Xiaoting and I have already packed them up. You'll definitely have no problem going to Sister Zhang's house today."
Xiaoting walked over and looked Tu Nan up and down. "Brother, with this outfit, you'll definitely be able to take them all down today."
Tu Nan was a little embarrassed by the praise, and her face turned slightly red.
Zhuang Chaoying sat in the chair, watching everyone give Tu Nan their instructions, and she tried to interject several times but didn't get a chance.
I finally found a break.
"Tu Nan, have you put the red envelopes down? You'll need to give your future sister-in-law a red envelope when you come in. Oh, and if Wan Shu's dad asks you to drink, you must know the rules: pour the wine yourself, don't raise your glass higher than the elders' glasses, don't pick your ears, don't rub your eyes, don't touch your hair, and absolutely don't shake your leg, understand?"
Pengfei took a rag and wiped the motorcycle inside and out very clean, so that the woman's family wouldn't think that Tu Nan was a slovenly person.
Tu Nan took a deep breath, looked at his parents, siblings, and grandparents who were cheering him on, and nodded heavily.
Then he walked out and patted Pengfei on the shoulder. "Pengfei, thanks, I have to go now."
When Tu Nan pushed the cart toward the alley entrance, he saw Aunt Song and Uncle Lin standing at the door, along with their whole family.
"Go Tunan!"
Watching Tu Nan's departing figure, Huang Ling suddenly felt a sense of emptiness and uncertainty, as if her son was about to get married. Turning to look at Chao Ying, who was laughing happily beside her, she couldn't help but think to herself, "Men are really too thick-skinned; they don't understand my feelings at all."
If Zhuang Chaoying knew that Ah Ling thought of him this way, he would definitely feel extremely wronged.
He understood perfectly well what Ah Ling was feeling reluctant to part with; it was just that she felt that the son she had raised for so many years was suddenly going to become someone else's son-in-law.
But the woman's family is in the same boat. They've cherished their daughter for so many years, and now she's about to marry and become someone else's daughter-in-law. They must be feeling terrible.
How could he not feel reluctant to part with it?
But once children grow up, they will eventually need to find their own partner and pursue their own happiness.
Having finally met someone to spend their life with, parents shouldn't keep their children tied to their belts forever; it's time to support them in living their own lives.
In Zhuang Chaoying's mind, boys and girls are the same; they are two young people leaving their respective families to form a brand new little family and start an independent life.
He did not agree with those feudal remnants of ideas such as "a married daughter is like water spilled from a bowl" or "once married, she becomes a guest in her parents' home."
It doesn't exist for him.
Xiaoting will always be his precious daughter, and Tunan is also his proudest son. No matter when or where, the door to their home will always be open for them.
Seeing the expression on Ah Ling's face, Zhuang Chaoying put her arm around her shoulder, leaned close to her ear, and spoke softly.
“Ah Ling, Tu Nan will always be your son, that will never change. Now that he’s grown up, we have to learn to let go.”
Huang Ling felt that he had hit the nail on the head. In fact, she understood this principle herself, but she just found it hard to accept at the moment. She softly hummed in agreement.
Just then, Song Ying took her hand. "Sister Ling, I've come up with a new sweater design. Come to my house, and we'll take a good look at it together."
Huang Ling, who was still feeling down, immediately put on a smile and followed her best friend when she heard her friend's call.
But as soon as she stepped into Song Ying's courtyard, she seemed to remember something and stopped.
"Song Ying, I have something delicious for you, wait a minute."
After saying that, Huang Ling hurriedly ran home to get the cream cake roll that Chao Ying had bought for her yesterday.
She wanted to eat with Song Ying.
Zhuang Chaoying stood there, watching Ah Ling's energetic demeanor, and shook her head indulgently.
How come he never noticed before that women's emotions come and go so quickly?
Perhaps he's an exception? It's likely that he was neglected from a young age, which fostered his independent personality.
However, seeing Ah Ling cheer up again, he felt relieved. Perhaps life is like this, with sadness at parting and touching moments in ordinary daily life.
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