"No, you just sit on that chair and talk."
With a façade like n and won should not touch hands when giving or receiving, Yin Shixiu left Su Xiaong in a whirl of confusion!
Before she could clear up this confusion, she already shouted at him, "Why can’t I lie on this bed?! Have you forgotten that you were the one who insisted we share a bed?"
"...The contract starts after we receive the marriage certificate—"
"Going to bed early or late, isn’t it the sa sleep?"
As she spoke, Su Xiaong placed the pillow heavily, turned back the covers, and lay on the bed!
Covering herself with the quilt, she stared angrily at the ceiling!
Her eyes blankly fixed on the ceiling, her heart suddenly felt uneasy.
Initially, she was just a bit suspicious... but now, she’s about seventy or eighty percent sure.
After all, they’re his parents. What kind of parents produce what kind of children...
The Beautiful Grandma looks down on her, how could he truly take a liking to her?
Although she didn’t think he could genuinely like her that much, still... she couldn’t understand why, if he looks down on her, he’d still treat her so well from ti to ti...
Making her think... think that...
Ah—
She didn’t want to pay attention to him anymore!
What annoyed Su Xiaong most about Yin Shixiu was this one trait, making her feel sotis he’s truly a good uncle, and other tis just fooling around with her.
To Su Xiaong, thirty-two-year-old Yin Shixiu was always an incredibly formidable person.
Such a formidable person, it’s as if he could master everything, doing anything, to anyone, with such ease.
And her, at nineteen, just like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered, could only be disposed of by others.
She turned over, Su Xiaong’s back to Yin Shixiu.
The question she originally wanted to ask him, she already had her own answer.
But evidently, this answer... left her unwilling, unwilling yet helpless, helpless yet heartbroken...
In her nineteen years of life, she had always lived passively, always being driven forward by soone else’s whip.
It’s the first ti, the first ti she consciously realized, that being not outstanding was such a terrible thing.
The first ti she felt regret... why she hadn’t made herself more excellent.
It was also the first ti since knowing Yin Shixiu that she felt the major issue of the deep chasm between them wasn’t Yin Shixiu, but her.
She curled her small body, leaning against the bed edge.
Her eyes open, filled with complex emotions.
The light suddenly dimd, and Su Xiaong froze for a mont but didn’t think much of it.
Until—
Yin Shixiu reached over, hugged her waist, and pulled her into his arms.
The warm breath whispered by her ear, "What’s really going on?"
"..." Su Xiaong’s body stiffened slightly.
"Weren’t you here to chat with ?" Yin Shixiu asked softly, his low voice tingling over her ears, lightly scratching her fragile yet sensitive skin.
"I..."
Su Xiaong swallowed, "Uncle... aren’t we too close?"
Facing away from him, she definitely couldn’t see the unconcealed smile on Yin Shixiu’s face.
She only heard his slightly cool voice...
"Going to bed early or late, isn’t it the sa?"
"...But not this close..."
"Are you here to chat or not? If not, then go back."
Su Xiaong puffed up her cheeks, and after a long while, she softly said, "...Let’s talk."
Yin Shixiu inhaled the scent of her hair, feeling satisfied.
With her big eyes wide open, Su Xiaong’s gradually adjusting to the dark vision, vaguely seeing patterns on the curtain.
Yin Shixiu’s hand was so warm, currently wrapping around her from behind, resting on her rounded belly.
"Uncle... Your parents are amazing people, aren’t they?"
"Why bring this up?"
"...They’re amazing people, well-educated, with rich life experiences..."
Su Xiaong murmured.
Listening, Yin Shixiu faintly had a suspicion in his heart.
"So even if they don’t like that much, they can still hold my hand, listen to speak those words that aren’t truly to their liking."
Yin Shixiu’s heart seized for a mont, then felt a bit regretful.
He should have noticed.
He should have realized the mont he saw her standing there holding his coat.
He should have realized when wrapping her in the coat and feeling her cold hands...
She had been standing there for quite so ti.
"Uncle... am I that terrible?"
Su Xiaong asked, her voice genuinely dejected.
She always thought she was good enough, decent looking, lively personality, and even got into A University, a high-level institution...
But one word from the "Beautiful Grandma" and her proud assets... seed to beco nothing.
Why would "Grandma’s" words affect her so deeply?
Yin Shixiu softly exhaled a breath, then gently said, "My father was a soldier. He participated in those most brutal wars after the founding of the country. Even though he looks vigorous and strong now, his health is actually not good."
"Both of his knees had been shot, and back then, conditions were rough, they couldn’t get the bullets out, yet he had to continue fighting, and by the ti they could, the bullets had grown attached to the flesh."
Just thinking of that image made Su Xiaong shiver.
"The bullets were removed later on, but my father’s knees beca very weak, aching not just in rainy weather, but even when standing too long normally."
"...Is it still like that now?"
Su Xiaong was surprised.
"Yes, it’s always been like that."
"...Actually, with such a condition, wouldn’t it be possible for Uncle to use a wheelchair?"
"He’s lived his life with iron will, if he were to spend his final days in a wheelchair, he would rather die."
Swallowing, Su Xiaong felt a wave of admiration rising in her heart.
"My mother is an intellectual, she’s a true noble."
"...I knew it."
"She looks gentle and weak, but in her bones she’s as tough as any man. Once, because of two poems, she was imprisoned for four long years, and at that ti she was so young, her body and spirit had been through tornt."
"...Imprisoned..."
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