"Okay, I’ll ask my uncle about it when I get back," juzi thought this couldn’t be a difficult task and immediately agreed, hastily setting things up with Fang Pingying,
"Let’s settle on that, then. When you’re free these days, you can start working on some clothing designs, and I’ll have my uncle look for a store nearby. After that, we can figure out how much capital we’ll need."
Fang Pingying was amused by juzi’s impulsive nature.
But she also sighed with envy — having money was great indeed; one could open a store on a whim without worrying about other matters.
After discussing these matters with juzi, and juzi agreeing to look for a store tomorrow and calling her to check it out once it was found,
they chatted for a while longer. Seeing that it was getting late and that it was bitterly cold, Fang Pingying suggested they all leave.
Luo Honglan and Yu’er had already moved their belongings to the store, so they didn’t spend the night there and went to the shop instead.
Fang Pingying asked Luo Zhiyong to heat water, let Luo Zhiyong take a shower first, and then she also showered because she felt sweaty and greasy after sitting on the train all day yesterday and hadn’t had a chance to shower.
After bathing, when Fang Pingying went to the bedroom, as soon as she stepped through the doorway, Luo Zhiyong swooped in and swept her off her feet.
Fang Pingying was startled and quickly wrapped her arms around his neck.
Once she calmed down, Fang Pingying glared at him lightly, "What are you doing? You scared the life out of me."
Luo Zhiyong gently placed her on the bed. Considering her pregnancy, he dared not climb on top of her and instead lay beside her, a hand gently smoothing her somewhat disheveled hair while letting out a soft sigh, "Finally, no one to disturb us."
Fang Pingying blushed and glared at him again, "It doesn’t matter if there is no one to disturb us, we haven’t gone for a check-up yet."
Luo Zhiyong felt a bit disappointed inside — it had been a long time since he had been intimate with his wife, and for someone with his energetic vigor, the desire was strong.
But with his wife not feeling well, he naturally put her health first, softly saying, "Then let’s go tomorrow."
"Tomorrow’s no good," Fang Pingying said with a teasing smile, "I’ve already agreed to discuss things with juzi."
Upon hearing this, a hint of grievance flickered in Luo Zhiyong’s eyes. He nuzzled into Fang Pingying’s neck and murmured softly, "Wife, I’ve missed you."
Holding his neck, looking at the man before her whose face bore distinct, firm lines, Fang Pingying couldn’t help feeling somewhat adrift.
Going back these past ten days was like going to war.
First, with Luo Dahu’s illness, Luo Zhiyong had stayed with him in the hospital for several days. Then, worried about her child, Zhou Yunmei had them sleep separately. It felt like a long time since they’d been together.
Fang Pingying felt almost as if she hadn’t seen him in a long while.
Feeling shy under his gaze, she just leaned into his embrace without speaking, silently consenting to the man’s request.
She knew her own body. Now that she was more than three months pregnant, she let him proceed.
Seeing that Fang Pingying remained silent for a long while, Luo Zhiyong guessed her thoughts and chuckled softly, lifting her head from his chest to quietly gaze at her.
The little lady had gained a bit of weight due to the pregnancy, her face seemed rounder than before, but now her every move carried more charm and less naiveté.
Though it wasn’t their first time, it had been a while, and with Fang Pingying’s growing belly, worries about harming the child made her somewhat anxious.
Luo Zhiyong had previously asked the doctor and learned that after three months, as long as they were careful, it would be fine.
Seeing how nervous she was, he furrowed his brows gently, coaxing her in a soft, elegant voice deep as a cello, which made Fang Pingying feel much more at ease.
Seeing her relaxed, Luo Zhiyong, also nervous, patted her back and asked in a gentle voice, "Do you feel alright? Does your stomach feel uncomfortable? Otherwise, let’s go to the hospital."
Fang Pingying glanced at him — going to the hospital for this would be quite the joke.
Seeing her , Luo Zhiyong knew she must be fine and laughed mischievously, "I’ll be gentler next time."
Fang Pingying glared at him, "There won’t be a next time."
After a bout of sweet nothings, Luo Zhiyong suddenly began discussing today’s events involving Luo Zhiming with Fang Pingying, "I feel there’s something off between Zhiming and Xu He. Zhiming didn’t come back all night yesterday, and I have no clue what he was up to."
"Xu He and Zhiming?" Fang Pingying was taken aback, then asked Luo Zhiyong, "What did you find off about him today?"
"Today, when I scolded him, he actually talked back to me. He’s never spoken to me like that before." Although Luo Zhiming was not very obedient, he had always respected his elder brother, so Luo Zhiyong was sensitive to the fact that his attitude was unusual today.
Fang Pingying looked at Luo Zhiyong, suddenly remembering Fang Xiu, and felt a chill in her heart, "So, what exactly do you suspect?"
Luo Zhiyong couldn’t articulate exactly what was wrong, so he said, "I can’t quite put my finger on it, but I feel like something is wrong with Zhiming." (To be continued. If you work, you are welcome to go to Qidian (qidian.com) to cast your recommendation votes and monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users, please read at m.qidian.com.)