It Was Definitely Him

After arriving at Zhou Jinsu's home.

Zhou Jinsu got ready to open the door and get out.

But the car door was locked.

He looked calmly at Ling Xu. "What does Captain Ling mean by this?"

Ling Xu no longer had the imposing, decisive demeanor he displayed at the police station.

There was a hint of pleading in his eyes as he looked at Zhou Jinsu. "Ajin, can I come upstairs and stay the night?"

Zhou Jinsu coldly refused. "No. I told you, this unclear relationship between us should end. It should have ended seven years ago."

Ling Xu had sensed that something was wrong from the very beginning, but he did not know why.

Normally swift and efficient when handling cases, he could not figure out why Zhou Jinsu's attitude toward him had changed.

"Can Ajin tell me the reason?"

Zhou Jinsu looked at Ling Xu with a touch of mockery. "There's no reason. I'm not good enough for you."

Ling Xu froze. He knew Zhou Jinsu was speaking out of anger.

But why would he not tell him the real reason?

Zhou Jinsu looked at Ling Xu irritably. "Are you opening the door or not?"

Ling Xu was firm. "I want to know why."

Zhou Jinsu said, "Open the door."

The two remained deadlocked. In the end, Zhou Jinsu relented. "Open the door, and I'll tell you why."

Ling Xu believed him and unlocked it.

Zhou Jinsu got out of the car and looked at Ling Xu through the window. "Good night."

After saying that, he turned and headed toward the villa entrance.

Ling Xu realized he had been fooled.

He hurriedly got out and chased after him.

But he was too late.

Zhou Jinsu shut Ling Xu outside the door.

Ling Xu took out his phone to call Zhou Jinsu and frantically pressed the doorbell.

But Zhou Jinsu ignored him completely.

Xu Yanche figured that was enough. He could not actually make this little tyrant so angry that he cried.

He opened the door and saw He Qing sitting on the floor, hugging his knees and looking pitifully weak.

He Qing had heard Xu Yanche's thoughts earlier, so he was no longer in a rush to open the door.

He sat on the floor and pretended to be sad.

Sure enough, Xu Yanche's conscience stung when he saw He Qing like that.

I'm really awful. I know he's drunk, so why am I arguing with a drunk?

To prevent He Qing from causing any more trouble,

he simply scooped He Qing up in a bridal carry and carried him downstairs.

Zhan Yushan and Yang Huaichuan, watching from a distance, were stunned.

Th-this-this-this development did not seem right. Why was He Qing being carried out in a princess carry by that delicate little wife?

They fell into deep thought, then came to the conclusion that even burly men could be bottoms.

When the taxi driver saw Xu Yanche coming down while carrying a young man, the flames of gossip ignited in his eyes.

On the way back to the villa,

the driver wanted to ask about He Qing and Xu Yanche's relationship.

But Xu Yanche laughed it off every time.

By the time they reached the villa, it was already past one in the morning.

The villa was pitch-black.

It looked like everyone had gone to sleep.

Xu Yanche patted He Qing's doggy head. "Be good, Little He. Follow me on your own."

Like a little tail, He Qing followed closely behind Xu Yanche.

Xu Yanche stood at the villa entrance and entered the passcode to go inside.

He turned on the light in the foyer.

After changing his shoes,

he said to He Qing, who was standing beside him, "Change your shoes. Do you know how?"

He Qing replied confidently, "I do."

He slowly squatted down to change his shoes.

Once he was done, he looked eagerly at Xu Yanche.

He was waiting for Xu Yanche to praise him.

But in the end, he was disappointed.

Because Xu Yanche had already darted into the kitchen to look for food.

He rummaged through the refrigerator and found some hot pot meatballs.

He decided to cut up some potatoes and cook them together with the meatballs.

There were shiitake mushrooms and enoki mushrooms. Add some.

There were wide glass noodles. Add some.

There were sliced lamb rolls. Add some.

There were leafy greens. Add some.

He had originally thought he was only making a little.

But when it was done, he stared at the huge pot filled to the brim with food and fell into deep thought.

Could He Qing have added more food to the pot while I was washing my hands? It's possible. I only put in a little, so how could there be this much? It was definitely him.

He Qing, who was lying in bed as Xu Yanche had instructed, sneezed.

He felt that his little wife must be missing him.

Xu Yanche ladled out a bowl of hot pot and was about to eat.

Then he saw He Jing coming downstairs for water.

He Jing jumped in fright. "Fuck, Second Brother, why are you back? Don't tell me you came back specifically to supervise my studying so I wouldn't slack off?"

Xu Yanche rolled his eyes. Do I look like I have nothing better to do? If He Qing hadn't gotten drunk and called me to pick him up, I would've been asleep already.

He Jing sighed inwardly. Her brother and sister-in-law had such a good relationship—stronger than gold. Her sister-in-law had traveled all that way to pick up her drunk brother.

He Jing said, "Second Brother, do you have any extra late-night snacks? I'm hungry."

Ho ho ho, there's plenty. I was just wondering what to do with this whole pot of food, and now the disposal unit has arrived. Perfect.

Listening to Xu Yanche's thoughts, He Jing had a bad feeling.

She fell silent as she looked at the food in the pot.

Under Xu Yanche's expectant gaze, she served herself a bowl and tremblingly picked up her chopsticks to take a bite.

She had thought it would taste awful, but it was surprisingly delicious.

"This is good! I didn't expect you to be such a good cook, Second Brother."

Xu Yanche said proudly, "Of course."

In the end, the two of them finished the entire huge pot of food.

He Jing patted her round, stuffed belly and burped. "Good night, Second Brother."

Xu Yanche went upstairs to his room, ready to sleep. "Good night."

He had originally thought He Qing was already asleep.

But when he pushed open the door and saw the person lying on the bed, he froze.

Although He Qing was sleepy, he still forced his eyes open as he looked toward the door.

When he saw Xu Yanche come in, delight appeared on his face. "Yanyan, sleep."