Su Xiaong loved him very much, loved his constant display of his tenderness and grace, and even in the most intimate marriages, mutual respect is necessary.
She leaned into his embrace and turned the computer on the lazy person’s table so he could see the screen.
"There aren’t many grammatical issues. Can you help check if so of the word choices are appropriate, okay?"
She slightly tilted her head up, almost touching his chin as she asked.
Yin Shixiu tightened his hold on her a bit, lowered his head, and kissed her forehead,
"Okay."
——The last mont in my life
(The Last Mont of My Life)
Yin Shixiu carefully examined the long two-thousand-word English speech. Every sentence on the screen seed to paint a picture that stirred the blood.
"The interpretation competition has a speech segnt. Although it doesn’t account for much of the score, I’d like to use this piece. What do you think?"
At this mont, Su Xiaong had no idea...
that this speech she tapped out on the screen was so shocking to Yin Shixiu.
She had no idea...
that from this mont on, her relationship with Yin Shixiu was no longer just her one-sided admiration, respect, and worship for her husband.
From this mont on, in her husband’s heart, she had beco a talented, thoughtful, and profound woman who deeply impressed him.
The only thing Yin Shixiu was reluctant to admit was that this speech ca from her personal experience.
"Have you thought about using ’catastrophe’ instead of ’disaster’?"
Yin Shixiu murmured, offering his suggestion.
"Is ’catastrophe’ better than ’disaster’?"
"Both an disaster, but ’catastrophe’ implies an unexpected disaster with irreparable consequences."
"Irreparable consequences... isn’t it? Over a hundred lives lost... no one can compensate for that."
With that, Su Xiaong replaced the word.
"Like this?"
She laughed lightly, raising her face to look at Yin Shixiu.
"Yes."
"Are there any other places to change?"
"It’s well-written."
"Really?"
"Yes."
Yin Shixiu nodded.
Su Xiaong exhaled a breath of relief, clicked save a couple more tis before shutting down the computer.
Yin Shixiu was quite proactive in helping her put away the small table and storing the computer properly.
Crawling back into bed, he pulled her into his arms again,
"Why are you so clingy?"
Yin Shixiu’s lips pressed against her cheek as he asked,
"I didn’t know Chu Jiao said those words to you before she died."
Su Xiaong slightly raised the corners of her lips, "Yes, she said eting was a very lucky thing."
"..."
"She also said it was much luckier than eting you."
This wasn’t in the speech.
Yin Shixiu raised an eyebrow and then, without denying it, nodded,
"Yes, eting you is much luckier than eting ."
"Do you think... when will Eric co to find ?"
Su Xiaong looked at the ceiling and suddenly asked.
Yin Shixiu’s eyelashes brushed against her cheek, his breath warm and ticklish on her skin.
"Hey, I’m asking you!"
"He will co when the ti is right."
Yin Shixiu didn’t want to waste extra ti guessing others’ thoughts.
"...Shixiu."
"Hm?"
"What do you think... what kind of person is Eric?"
"An ordinary person, an ordinary man."
Yin Shixiu said, turning Su Xiaong’s face toward him, and leaned over,
"At tis like this, can you not think about other things?"
"At tis like this? When?"
In the blink of an eye, Yin Shixiu’s large hands had already wrapped around her waist, reaching under her nightdress to touch the tender warm skin.
"Uh... you want?"
Su Xiaong asked.
Yin Shixiu nodded earnestly,
"Yes."
Su Xiaong pouted slightly, "If you want, just say it. I thought you could hold back for a few days..."
"..."
She wrapped her arms around Yin Shixiu’s neck, pulling his head down, her lips touching his.
This dry kindling igniting, so easily set ablaze.
The two were cautious, yet couldn’t suppress their fire of desire, making sure to also be mindful of Su Xiaong’s injured foot.
"Lift it up and rest it on my waist."
"Slowly, let position it properly... don’t..."
The married couple was experiencing a downpour after a long drought, exploring and adjusting to find a comfortable position for both.
Yin Shixiu was like an arrow strung on a bow, feeling like he’d explode if he held back any longer.
Yet Su Xiaong was still carefully adjusting how to place her injured foot without disrupting their motion...
"Just hang it there, don’t use force, relax a bit... okay?"
He almost bit her ear while asking.
The physical and emotional surge was self-explanatory.
"Why don’t you hook my leg with your hand? That way I won’t have to exert any force."
"You really... didn’t I say to do that from the beginning?"
"Uh... wasn’t I afraid you’d get too excited and forget to use your hands... okay, okay, go ahead."
"This ti, no problem?"
"Uh... probably, if there’s a problem, I’ll call it off, hehe..."
"..."
Yin Shixiu was sweating.
"Hold steady with your hands......"
Yin Shixiu dug in diligently, and Su Xiaong gradually lost herself in the warmth of the mont, her foot injury turning into a fleeting thought.
The night stretched on, tender and warm, with moonlight filtering softly through the window.
————
The result of indulgence was that the next day, Su Xiaong indeed couldn’t get out of bed.
And Yin Shixiu?
This day, surprisingly, he appeared more refreshed than the previous days!
For breakfast, Yin Shixiu brought it to her in the room, using the lazy person’s table once again.
"I checked the morning news; Shengde Group’s news made it onto the pages of the London Economic Newspaper. That Shengde Group is owned by the Shi Family, right?"
"Yes."
"You said you’d be busy for a week. Is it because of this?"
Yin Shixiu nodded,
"Yes, it’s almost wrapped up."
"If Shengde Group is acquired by the Yin Family... what will happen?"
"They will co to beg ."
"Not likely, right?"
Su Xiaong was sowhat skeptical.
"They will."
Yin Shixiu smiled knowingly.
Su Xiaong glanced at him, taking the milk he handed her, she took a sip and asked,
"Why did you think of starting with Yin Shiqing’s father-in-law’s family? I rember Shi Haiyan’s father isn’t easy to deal with either."
"In today’s society, those with high positions and power are not easy to deal with."
Su Xiaong rolled her eyes upward, looking at Yin Shixiu, pointing a finger at him...
"What’s wrong?"
"I think you’re the hardest to deal with compared to all of them."
Yin Shixiu leaned in and licked the milk from the corner of her mouth, his eyes curved, smiling,
"My wife knows best."
"Prepare for the competition at ho, but don’t overwork yourself; rest if you get tired."
"Got it!"
"I’m going to the office; I’ll be back once things are done. If anyone cos to you during this ti, asking you to spare Guo Tong, you—"
"I have no right to spare anyone. If she broke the law, she must face justice."
Su Xiaong said seriously.
Yin Shixiu placed his hand on her shoulder, his lips curling up, "You’re right. No one has the right to say who should be spared. If one commits a cri, they must confess."
"So, Shixiu, let’s not fra anyone or purposely set traps for them to fall into; otherwise, we’d beco like them..."
"I understand."
Su Xiaong took a deep breath,
"Go ahead, I’ll take good care of myself!"
"Okay."
Yin Shixiu stood up, grabbed his coat, and went out the door.
Su Xiaong finished her breakfast and took a nap, and when she woke up again, she heard faint conversations coming from outside.
She perked up her ears to listen... that voice—
It was Qin Hui.
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