Married the Tough Guy After Transmigrating-Chapter 196 - 197 Venting
Chapter 196: Chapter 197: Venting
Chapter 196: Chapter 197: Venting
Xu Ying stared blankly at Huo Chen, feeling his hands around her waist and neck, a tingling sensation sweeping from her feet to the top of her head.
At that moment, Xu Ying couldn’t restrain herself anymore and reached up to clasp the man’s neck, leaning in to kiss Huo Chen.
One of his hands was on Xu Ying’s waist, the other slowly caressing her neck.
At this moment, his mind was filled with thoughts of Xu Ying, and he immediately wished he could strip her completely.
“I’m going out for a bit,” Huo Chen suddenly said, standing up. He glanced at the bewildered Xu Ying, pinched her cheek, and quickly left the room.
It was winter, and a splash of water on his face quickly brought Huo Chen back to his senses.
After he left, Xu Ying quickly composed herself.
Thinking back on her near loss of control, Xu Ying felt a wave of regret. Indeed, beauty could lead one astray.
When Huo Chen re-entered the room, he saw Xu Ying’s flushed face, which made one itch to take a bite.
“I, I’m going to cook,” Xu Ying said, glancing at Huo Chen, her face red. As she moved to start the fire, her nervousness caused her to trip over a stool.
She lurched forward, but Huo Chen quickly extended a hand, catching her in his arms.
“We didn’t see anything, carry on,” Gu Fuying said as soon as she entered the room, immediately covering her blushing face. She glanced at Wu Qingsong beside her, grabbed his hand, and made to run outside.
Xu Ying quickly jumped out of Huo Chen’s arms and called after Gu Fuying, “What are you talking about? I just tripped over the stool and almost fell, but Huo Chen caught me.
I’m about to cook, why don’t you and Wu Qingsong stay and have some?”
As soon as Gu Fuying heard about food, she immediately stopped in her tracks, turning to look at Wu Qingsong, “You’re not in a good mood, how about we keep you company, maybe have a drink?”
Wu Qingsong’s expression softened, hint of a strained smile appearing on his face as he looked up, “Okay.”
Huo Chen didn’t object, feeling a bit sympathetic towards Wu Qingsong’s problems, perhaps because he now had Xu Ying.
“Yingying, do you need my help with anything?” Gu Fuying asked as she entered the kitchen, peering around as if there was nothing left to help with.
She then volunteered, “Yingying, let me start the fire for you.”
Xu Ying glanced at Huo Chen and nodded, “You two clean and set up the table.”
She had always eaten at the restaurant before and even when she wanted to cook by herself, she did it in her own space. The table here was just a piece of furniture, now covered in dust.
Huo Chen exited the house with Wu Qingsong.
“Brother Chen, I’ll go buy some wine,” Wu Qingsong said, his eyes full of dark circles, clearly having not slept well these past few days.
Huo Chen nodded, following him.
Xu Ying and Gu Fuying were busy, one tending the fire, and the other cooking.
Today, she prepared some of their usual favorite dishes—beer duck, big plate chicken, a pot of fish soup, fried peanuts, and several cold dishes; soon, the dinner was ready.
“It smells so good!” Gu Fuying swallowed, her face showing pure enjoyment as she smelled the cooking.
“Dinner’s ready,” Xu Ying called, carrying plate after plate out of the house.
Gu Fuying followed, helping her.
“Sister-in-law’s cooking is really delicious. Brother Chen would be really lucky to marry her,” Wu Qingsong remarked wistfully.
Hearing this, Gu Fuying felt stirred, “What, are you envious?”
Wu Qingsong smiled, “Of course, if my future wife could also cook well, I’d come home every day just for her meals.”
“You wouldn’t get tired of it then?” Gu Fuying teased.
Wu Qingsong immediately glared and said, “How could I ever get tired of her? Since she’s my wife, she’s definitely the love of my life and my treasure. I could eat her cooking my whole life and never tire of it.”
Upon hearing this, Gu Fuying’s face inexplicably heated up. She quickly picked up a dish from the table, tasted it, and felt deeply moved.
Yingying’s cooking was just too delicious.
She raised her head, looked weakly at Xu Ying, “Yingying, is it still not too late for me to learn cooking?
Could you teach me how to cook!”
Wu Qingsong glanced at her and said, “Oh, the young lady wants to learn cooking.
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What, afraid your man will despise you for not knowing how to cook, so learning a bit to keep a hold on your man’s stomach!”
Gu Fuying, feeling guilty as if her little scheme had been exposed, quickly retorted with pride, “Mind your own business.
I want to cook for my man, it’s none of your business.”
Wu Qingsong laughed self-deprecatingly and downed his cup of wine in one gulp.
So liking someone means being willing to make sacrifices for them, but I hold no place in Lancao’s heart.
Otherwise, Sister Lan Cao wouldn’t have chosen to abandon me without even confirming whether I was in trouble or not.
Gu Fuying, not knowing what had offended him, panicked when she saw him drinking with reddened eyes: “Wu Qingsong, what are you doing being like this?
If I said something wrong, I apologize, sorry.”
Wu Qingsong waved his hand and said, “It’s okay, I’m not angry at you; I’m just wondering where I went wrong!”
Xu Ying looked at Huo Chen, puzzled, “What’s wrong with him?”
“It’s still about Sister Lan Cao.”
Upon hearing Zhang Lancao’s name, Xu Ying remembered that Sister Lan Cao had asked her to pass a message to Wu Qingsong.
“Wu Qingsong, Sister Lan Cao told me to tell you, she said she’s not suitable for you, she has children, she can’t afford to be dragged down by you.” Xu Ying hesitated to say the last part out of compassion.
Her mother always mumbled at home, saying Sister Lan Cao was lucky, her man had died but left her a brother, who treated her very dearly, always giving her any good thing first.
She had heard it countless times, and had been curious about this ‘brother’ Zhang Lancao, and now she knew the truth.
She felt somewhat sorry for Wu Qingsong.
After hearing what Xu Ying said, Wu Qingsong knew the meaning all too well, as he had also received a letter from Sister Lan Cao.
He grabbed the bottle and took a big gulp, venting the frustrations that had built up over the days.
He muttered, not knowing whether he was speaking for himself or for them to hear.
“I’ve been an orphan since I was young, left with just a younger sister, me at fifteen and her at ten.
Our relatives wouldn’t even help us, just waiting to see us fail.
To survive, my sister and I ate bark, ate dirt, even stole from others.
Once when my sister was sick, I was desperate and stole someone’s money, but having never done it, I was caught immediately.
It was Sister Lan Cao’s husband then, who not only didn’t send me to the police, but also gave me money to treat my sister.
That moment, I swore I’d devote my life to my brother, a kind and honest man. But life isn’t fair, God took my brother away too soon.
You all know my brother’s mother, always treating her younger son like a treasure.”
