Chapter 4 Midnight Intrusion
It was ten at night and Shen Zhiye still showed no sign of leaving.
My father, eager to grant Gu Qingqing's wish, had dragged my mother into their bedroom at eight and never came out.
Oddly, Gu Qingqing—who usually ignored me—was unusually attentive tonight.
"What is Brother Xiaoye doing?
"Has Brother Xiaoye gone to sleep?
"Does Brother Xiaoye want a late-night snack?"
Every question was about Shen Zhiye.
I even wondered if she regretted giving the engagement to me.
The last time I saw her was at my bedroom door.
She wore an almost transparent silk nightgown, hem barely covering the tops of her thighs.
Her makeup was delicate and innocent, lips glossy peach, hair curled into lazy waves.
"I had fruit flown in specially for Brother Xiaoye. Go wash it and bring it to him."
Then she slipped into my bedroom.
Well...
Shen Zhiye was a guest; she was probably helping entertain him.
So I went to the kitchen and carefully washed the fruit.
Suddenly a loud crash came from upstairs, followed by Shen Zhiye's furious roar.
"Where did this ugly monster come from? That's my Sweet Pretty Wife!"
Then the sound of things being smashed.
I quickly dried my hands and ran upstairs.
Gu Qingqing sat disheveled on the carpet, nightgown wrinkled, carefully styled curls a mess.
Shen Zhiye stood at the door, face dark.
The moment he saw me his eyes lit up.
He rushed over in two strides and buried his head in my shoulder like a wronged puppy.
"Wife! A pervert broke into our room!"
Gu Qingqing's long lashes glittered with tears as she bit her lip.
"Sister, Brother Xiaoye is a guest after all. I just wanted to see if he needed a late-night snack..."
But the moment she finished speaking, Shen Zhiye exploded.
"Asking if I want a snack dressed like that! Asking if I want a snack by lying on my bed!"
Then he seemed to realize something, shrinking back to my side and tugging pitifully at my clothes.
"Wife, it was terrifying. I almost lost my virtue. Good thing I kicked her off the bed!"
Gu Qingqing's face turned crimson.
I dug my nails into my palms to keep from laughing.
I never expected Shen Zhiye to be this cute.
On impulse, I reached out—like petting the big yellow dog back in the countryside—and gently rubbed his soft hair.
"Good boy. Let's go to sleep."