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Xie Jingzi looked up at him with dazed, beast-like eyes—
"This doesn’t need to be learned. Every time Third Sister-in-law deals with Third Brother, she uses this trick. I’ve seen it several times. How does it feel? Does it really hurt?"
While speaking, Xie Jingzi, aiming to let Zhou Zhenghui experience the sensation, didn’t care about the large hand enveloping her small one, directly pinching and twisting with accustomed force—
"Hisss... are you trying to murder your own husband?" Zhou Zhenghui exclaimed in shocked whisper once he heard clearly, sweeping away his previous low spirits!
"Hey, hey, uncle, let go! What, what are you doing?"
Xie Jingzi was understandably startled as Zhou Zhenghui, pretending to be in great pain from her little move, suddenly pulled her into his embrace,
But in Xie Jingzi’s view, this man truly deserves a beating to learn his lesson!
He exudes his masculine charm all the time, which is criminal enough.
Yet, with her small frame and feeble strength, she frequently gets lured into his pitfalls and stumbles!
"Do you say I’m your significant other?" Zhou Zhenghui’s voice lowered as his Adam’s apple moved, staring at her round, captivating eyes with serious intent.
His upturned peach blossom eyes were incredibly attractive. At this moment, he gazed intently at the petite girl in his arms, his eyes brimming with rich emotions, luring and enchanting.
"Of, of course... I do." Anyhow, Xie Jingzi’s rationality was hooked away by those bewitching, brimming peach blossom eyes, and at this point, she didn’t even know what she was saying anymore.
"Then I’m telling you, I want to exercise the rights of a significant other.
The feeble resistance he felt from her in his arms was nothing to him. He just didn’t want to upset the little lady and be ignored for the next ten days or half a month—that would be a true miscarriage of justice.
Thus, he loosened his hold on her, and with that clearance, the petite girl in his arms successfully pushed him away.
"You, you jerk!" Xie Jingzi, infuriated, glared at him with eyes brimming with misty resentment. Had she not known her own strength could not match his, she really would have liked to fight him.
But seeing him gazing at her like a wolf with those green eyes, he brazenly confessed, "Little Zizi, I’m only a jerk to you."
Completely overpowered, Xie Jingzi didn’t dare linger and ran off, covering her swollen lips.
The satiated wolf-dog immediately realized the petite girl was feeling shy and embarrassed once more. Although it was a pity, he still followed her, watching her enter the gate and return upstairs, standing under the peach tree and staring at the three-story Western-style house.
Truly, she had never felt more mortified.
Xie Tiesheng, unable to wait for his wife to come out, heard the sounds of doors opening and closing, prompting him to step out of his room. He saw his wife sitting alone on the sofa, frowning, "Has the youngest gone to bed?"
"Oh, old man, you scared me to death; why are you walking without a sound!"
Zhou Xiuhua was so engrossed in her thoughts that the sound of Xie Tiesheng’s voice nearly made her jump.
"What’s wrong with you? Why so distracted? Did the youngest say something?"
"No, no. What could possibly be the matter with her? I sent her off to bed; she has school tomorrow," Zhou Xiuhua replied, hiding her true feelings.
The matter with their daughter was still best kept from the old man; otherwise, it could provoke a major family conflict.
At this moment, with her daughter’s heart aflutter, she thought it best to talk to the Third Son’s Wife about it properly tomorrow and see if she had any explanation.
That evening, their son had provided almost all the details about the young man. If her third son mentioned him to the family given the vast disparity in their backgrounds, it must mean he came from a significant origin.
What to do about this—
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