yournovel Chapter 316 It's fate that I'm this handsome!
Chapter 316 It's fate that I'm this handsome!
Chapter 316 It's fate that I'm this handsome!
Yu Huan's gaze was fixed on the road, and he keenly noticed the unusual tone in her voice, so he couldn't help but ask, "What's wrong?"
Lin Yourong, however, seemed to have thought of something and suddenly chuckled. After a moment, she said, "Mengmeng's hometown is Tongguan Town in Wangcheng—"
"Clam?"
Yu Huan exclaimed in surprise:
"What a coincidence?"
Lin Yourong gazed at the string of dim yellow lamps along the roadside, nodded slightly, and said:
"Yes, I used to go to her hometown with her a lot! Especially in the summer, it's so hot and humid in the city, but her hometown has a really good breeze. You don't need air conditioning or a fan at all. You can just sit at the door with all the cicadas chirping in your ears. It's so comfortable~"
Listening to Lin Yourong's eagerness to share, Yu Huan laughed and said, "It's because of the urban heat island effect. My hometown is much cooler than the city center in the summer."
"Ok!"
Lin Yourong said with great joy:
"I just don't know exactly where you're running your agritourism business. Her hometown is a huge town."
Yu Huan nodded slightly, seemingly lost in thought.
Wangcheng was abolished as a county two years ago and has now become the largest urban area in Xingcheng.
Because of the high cost-performance ratio of the houses, it was jokingly called a "bedroom community" a few years later, where workers would go home to sleep at night and still drive to the city center to work during the day.
Of course, Yu Huan's hometown county is also under the jurisdiction of the municipal authorities. Apart from not being abolished and changed to a district, it is actually on par with other areas in this respect, and is also a major area for young people to buy houses.
Yu Huan quickly changed his mind, firmly gripped the steering wheel with his left hand, gently patted his wife's thigh with his right hand, and said with a smile, "I'll ask her later where exactly it is."
Although I had seen the event planning proposal before, I had only skimmed through it and was not clear about the specific locations at this moment.
Lin Yourong pinched the back of his hand: "I'll ask Mengmeng if she's free tomorrow, otherwise we can go out and play together."
"Okay, that's fine too." Yu Huan replied, stroking her soft, bouncy thigh flesh, feeling quite content.
I participated in the team building activity, and my wife accompanied me—truly killing two birds with one stone.
Yu Huan stared straight ahead, maneuvering the BMW, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, depending on the changing road conditions.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Lin Yourong dial a number and then put the phone to her ear.
Her soft voice drifted through the carriage:
"Hey, Mengmeng..."
"I was just about to go to my parents' house for dinner..."
Are you free tomorrow...?
"Tomorrow, Yu Huan is going to Tongguan in Wangcheng for a team-building activity, to a farmhouse..."
"You guessed it..."
"It's been so long since I've visited your hometown!"
As Lin Yourong listened to Ji Meng's words on the other end of the phone, she silently pulled Yu Huan's hand up a little further.
Then he responded:
The exact location is still unclear...
"Then it's a date. You pick me up at eight o'clock tomorrow..."
"Okay, I'll ask Yu Huan later and then we can chat in detail on QQ."
Lin Yourong tried to calm her rapid breathing and uttered two words: "Bye-bye~"
She quickly pressed the hang-up button, then grabbed the hand that was causing trouble on her inner thigh and slammed it onto the armrest.
She then turned her head and looked at him reproachfully: "What are you doing!"
Yu Huan's matter-of-fact voice came from under his mask: "Touch your wife's thigh~"
"Pah!" Lin Yourong spat.
That scoundrel is awful!
Yu Huan chuckled, glanced at her bright red earlobes, and stopped teasing her.
He raised his right hand, loosened the scarf a little, and then took his phone out of his pocket and placed it on the armrest box.
He then said, "Honey, you can use my phone to check the work groups and see if they've talked about specific locations."
"it is good."
Yu Huan stared intently at the road surface.
I just heard her respond...
Then I felt my thigh flesh being rubbed and pinched.
He couldn't help but chuckle and asked, "What are you doing?"
"Let me touch your thigh!"
Lin Yourong held the phone in her right hand and stretched her left hand further inward.
Her voice trembled slightly, yet carried an undeniable air of self-righteousness as she retorted, her long, swan-like neck held high:
"What's wrong? You can touch me, but I can't touch you?"
Yu Huan laughed and said, "Sure, sure, you've touched every inch of my body anyway—"
"The farmhouse is in Zhongshan Village!" Lin Yourong's voice was dry and trembling. She suddenly interrupted him and then quickly withdrew her hand.
The tension in her voice made Yu Huan chuckle. Following up on her words, she asked slowly, "How far is it from Ji Meng's hometown?"
"Let me ask..."
Lin Yourong gently tossed Yu Huan's phone onto the armrest box, then, with her head drooping, stiffly took the phone out of her wool coat pocket.
Yu Huan glanced at her, placed her right hand on her thigh, and said mischievously, "Someone called me a pervert, but it turns out—"
Lin Yourong had just typed two words in the message box when she heard this and immediately became furious, slamming her fist on his hand: "What are you trying to distort the truth about!"
"Ouch!"
Yu Huan exclaimed softly, withdrew her paw, shook it, and said:
"You went too far. It was just a joke, did you really mean to murder your husband?"
Lin Yourong glared at him fiercely: "Serves you right for spouting nonsense!"
"Fine." Yu Huan shrugged.
Seeing that he didn't argue shamelessly, Lin Yourong thought for a moment and decided not to rush to send a message to Ji Meng.
She suddenly said in a voice barely above a whisper, "I'm not a wooden person. When you touch me... I can feel it too... When I'm helping you... I definitely can't let you..."
Hearing the intermittent words, Yu Huan smiled slightly and said, "Wife, when I was feeling your heartbeat, even though you had protective gear that made it difficult for me to feel it, I could still hear your rapid breathing."
"Well……"
"What's wrong? Are you embarrassed to have a private conversation between my husband and me?"
Lin Yourong pinched his right arm: "You shameless bastard, of course you have the nerve to do that!"
Yu Huan tensed her muscles.
He changed the subject, becoming slightly more serious, and said repeatedly, "I won't force you too much. You're rather conservative, so let's just go with your own pace. If you want the wedding of your dreams, I'll definitely make your wish come true, and you won't have to wait too long, right?"
Upon hearing this, Lin Yourong's reproachful gaze instantly transformed into tender affection.
Her lips moved slightly, as if she was about to speak.
Yu Huan suddenly chuckled: "Anyway, you just need to help me at least twice a week. Next time, you'd better work on improving your skills!"
"Stop talking!"
Lin Yourong turned her grip into a hammer, her chest heaving rapidly.
Yu Huan, feeling utterly helpless after taking another heavy blow, said, "It's not broad daylight, it's late at night, can't we just have a quick chat?"
"Well……"
Yu Huan turned the steering wheel slightly to the right and drove into the entrance of the residential area.
Glancing at Lin Yourong, whose forehead and neck were flushed red, he couldn't help but chuckle and said, "I still prefer you to be shy like this. When you kiss me first, it's not like you at all."
Upon hearing this, Lin Yourong, who had just clicked send on her phone, became quite embarrassed and angry, turning her head to stare intently at him.
With her cheeks puffed out under the mask, she said angrily, "I'll kiss you to death when I get home tonight!"
Yu Huan remained completely calm and chuckled lightly, "Aren't you going to bite me to death?"
"Pah!" Lin Yourong looked down at her phone, then decisively changed the subject, saying, "Mengmeng said it's not far from her home."
"That's great." Yu Huan nodded slightly.
The BMW steadily descended the slope and drove into the first floor of the underground parking garage.
Yu Huan's gaze casually swept over a row of neatly parked cars, and inadvertently caught sight of Lao Lin closing a car door.
He couldn't help but flash his high beams twice briefly.
The father-in-law and son-in-law's eyes met through the windshield, and in that instant, they smiled knowingly at each other.
The BMW slowly drove past the Crown, then turned left downhill, making a sharp turn towards the second basement level.
In this somewhat dim environment.
Yu Huan suddenly heard Lin Yourong's hesitant voice: "Darling, I have something to tell you..."
“Go ahead,” Yu Huan replied.
"Actually, I bought it for you online this morning... this morning..."
"What did you buy for me online?" Yu Huan asked gently, turning the steering wheel softly.
“That cup… lubricant…” “Huh?” Yu Huan was so confused that he suddenly slammed on the brakes and exclaimed, “You bought me a fake wife?”
The car was moving slowly, so the braking was not bumpy.
But his explanation left Lin Yourong speechless for a moment, and she couldn't help but burst into laughter.
After a moment's thought, Yu Huan slowly released the brake pedal, letting the little BMW continue to glide slowly downhill.
He was speechless and said in a deep voice, "Lin Yourong, you've gone a bit too far!"
"Well……"
Completely unprepared for his reaction, Lin Youren's amused smile vanished, replaced by a look of utter confusion as he asked:
"What's wrong...?"
Yu Huan glanced quickly at Lin Yourong, who was huddled to the side, then looked back at the road and said irritably, "If I have a real wife, why would I need a fake one? What are you thinking with your little head!"
Lin Yourong turned her head weakly to look at him and said, "Then...then I'll cancel it for you...don't be angry..."
Yu Huan suppressed a smile, sighed, and said slowly and deliberately, "The fake wife can be returned, but the lubricant can remain."
"Oh……"
The little BMW smoothly drove onto the epoxy flooring.
Yu Huan glanced at Lin Yourong and saw that her eyes seemed to be glistening with tears.
He immediately felt a pang of heartache.
The pure love warrior might have thought that he had done something wrong with good intentions, or perhaps his feigned impatience made her feel wronged.
Yu Huan's thoughts shifted, and instead of immediately dropping her pretense, she said in a serious tone, "I'm punishing you to practice your skills tonight, including your kissing skills. Oh, and I'll be your sparring partner."
The voice just fell.
Lin Yourong instantly broke into a smile.
If it weren't for the mask covering her face, Yu Huan would have suspected that she was about to burst out of her nose with snot bubbles.
In a flash, she turned and punched Yu Huan's arm: "You only know how to bully me!"
Yu Huan shifted into reverse and skillfully reversed into the parking space, chuckling casually, "You're always on guard against me, aren't you?"
I unbuckled my seatbelt, opened the car door, and was about to get out when I heard no sound from the passenger seat.
Turning around in confusion, I saw Lin Yourong sitting upright in the chair, staring straight ahead like a wooden figure, completely still.
Yu Huan had no idea what she was up to, so he whispered a reminder: "Wife, we're getting off the bus."
"Tell me, how have I been on guard against you?" Lin Yourong sniffed as soon as she finished speaking.
Yu Huan carefully listened to her voice.
Her voice trembled slightly, as if she were crying with a hint of grievance, mixed with a trace of anger, as if she was trying her best to suppress her emotions, but could not hide her dissatisfaction.
Are you really angry?
Yu Huan scratched the back of his head and said gently, "Don't get any wild ideas. From my perspective as a pervert, you're actually wearing a bra to bed, as if you're afraid I'll do something to you. That's all you're doing to protect yourself from me. Don't get any other ideas."
"Oh……"
Lin Yourong squeezed out a sound from her throat, which was a little hoarse and sore, but she also felt much more relaxed.
Yu Huan got out of the car quickly, gently touched the door to close it, and then walked quickly from the front of the car to the passenger side, gently opening the door for her.
He bent down decisively, extended a hand, and said earnestly, "My dear wife, please get out of the car."
Hearing Lin Yourong's tears turn into laughter, at the same time, his hand suddenly felt heavy—
Yu Huan quickly tensed her arm muscles.
He looked up and saw that she had hung the plastic bag containing tangerines on his hand, so he quickly straightened up.
He carried the bag in one hand and helped her out of the car with the other.
Looking into her still tearful eyes, Yu Huan said in a light tone with a smile, "Sorry, I just have such a dirty mind."
"Don't belittle yourself like that." Lin Yourong sniffed and gently shook her head, saying, "I don't like hearing that."
"Yes, ma'am! Whatever my wife says goes."
Yu Huan released her slender arm, then fumbled for the car keys in her pocket and gently pressed the lock button.
Lin Yourong lowered her head, rubbed her eyes against Yu Huan's arm, and pouted as she said, "I rarely cry before, but you always make me want to cry."
"That shows you care about me." Yu Huan led her slowly toward the elevator.
She did not refute Yu Huan's words.
She truly cared about him, so much so that she listened attentively to every word he said.
In silence, the two took the elevator to the fifteenth floor.
Lin Yourong walked briskly ahead, then took Yu Huan's hand and led her to the half-closed front door.
It was clear that Lao Lin had arrived home first and left the door open for them.
The moment Lin Yourong reached out and opened the door, a warm current gently brushed across their foreheads.
The son-in-law and daughter went back to the mother's house for dinner. The temperature was quite cold today, so the mother-in-law had obviously turned on the air conditioning in advance.
After Yu Huan stepped across the threshold, she released Lin Yourong's hand and turned to close the door.
He casually placed the tangerines on the ground and took off his mask.
Seeing Lin Yourong open the shoe cabinet and take out Rainbow Cat and Blue Rabbit cotton slippers with her slender fingers, Yu Huan suddenly felt as if she had returned to the place where her dream began.
With a smile on his face, he joked, "Honey, do you remember the first time we met? It was at your doorstep, and you seemed a bit indifferent to me. It didn't seem like we were attracted to each other."
Lin Yourong turned around and gently tossed the Rainbow Cat slippers to his feet.
He pursed his lips under the mask and said, "I'm a bit slow to warm up."
“Indeed.” Yu Huan agreed wholeheartedly, bending down to change her shoes.
Lin Yourong sat on the shoe stool, her fingers gently tugging at the zipper of her high boots.
Her lips trembled slightly as she said hesitantly, "Our first meeting wasn't actually at the front door of my house, but in the lobby on the first floor..."
"You two happened to be riding the elevator together, right?" Yu Huan chuckled.
Lin Yourong shook her head without hesitation: "No."
"Huh?" Yu Huan asked, hands on her hips, full of doubt.
Watching her neatly arrange the boots to the side.
Watching her feet, clad in warm yellow socks, gracefully slip into her blue rabbit slippers.
Lin Yourong seemed lost in thought, then suddenly chuckled and slowly said:
"I was standing in the corner by the entrance, texting someone about promoting our new album, when suddenly I saw you, leaning on your crutch, limping to the mirror, admiring yourself, and saying something with your nose in the air—"
Lin Yourong paused, then deliberately imitated in a rough voice, "It's fate that I'm so handsome!"
"Uh……"
No wonder he seemed a bit indifferent to me...
The bullet that killed the company pierced through time and struck him squarely between the eyebrows.
Yu Huan laughed awkwardly and tried her best to explain, "I clearly didn't notice anyone next to me at the time... I was just talking to myself..."
Lin Yourong suddenly sat up straight and raised her chin high.
"Back then, that's what you said about yourself." She turned her head slightly, glancing sideways at Yu Huan, cleared her throat, and seemed to imitate her again: "Just like—"
"Dad! What are we having for dinner?"
Yu Huan suddenly caught sight of Old Lin carrying a clay pot out of the kitchen. She quickly bent down, picked up the tangerines, and hurried over to greet him.
Lin Yourong was halfway through her sentence when she turned her head to look at his slightly hurried back, and couldn't help but chuckle.
This shameless, stinky man actually has moments of embarrassment?
Upon hearing this, Lao Lin smiled and turned to exchange a glance with Yu Huan.
He walked steadily to the dining table, carefully placed the casserole down, and said in a gentle voice, "Xiao Yu, there's your favorite stir-fried beef with yellow peppers, as well as chopped chili fish head and pork tripe chicken. I heard that the pork tripe chicken is made with authentic free-range chicken provided by You Rong—"
“When Chengcheng and the others came to visit last time, they brought a free-range chicken. Yu Huan and I ate half of it yesterday, and Mom brought the other half,” Lin Yourong said as she approached.
Old Lin nodded knowingly.
Hearing the faint sound of the oil pump coming through the door, Yu Huan smiled and asked Old Lin, "Is Mom still cooking?"
"Just stir-fry a side dish, and then we can eat."
"Oh."
Yu Huan picked up the tangerines and turned to walk towards the kitchen.
He gently pushed open the door and entered, then raised his hand slightly to his mother-in-law as she turned around, saying with a bright smile, "Mom, I brought you a bag of tangerines."
Holding a spatula, the mother-in-law skillfully stir-fried the bok choy in the pan, her face beaming with a wide smile: "So much? When I visited you at noon, you were still eating it."
Yu Huan skillfully opened the cabinet where his mother-in-law usually kept fruit, stuffed the full bags inside, and said:
“I told them to bring only ten pounds, but they brought so much. This is only half of what they have! It will lose some moisture and won’t be as fresh if it’s left out for too long. It’s best if we work together to finish it as soon as possible.”
“These tangerines… Your dad doesn’t usually eat much fruit, he’s afraid of sour tastes. But when he sees me eating them, he’ll peel one for me too,” the mother-in-law said as she plated the food from the pot.
Yu Huan closed the cabinet door, glanced at the four rice bowls stacked next to the rice cooker, and promptly and diligently ladled rice into them.
She pulled her hand back the moment she lifted the rice cooker lid to avoid the rising steam, and said with a smile, "If you smoke often, eating more fruit is still very beneficial."
(End of this chapter)