Chapter 13 — After Getting Married, I Conquered My Grandson Who Lost His Voice First

I couldn't help but turn to look at him. Depends on the situation? Are you really planning to open a class for him? Fortunately, although Chu Du An was persistent, he eventually fell asleep, hugged the water bottle, turned around three times and walked back to his room. Waiting until the hallway was quiet again, I took a deep breath. Then in the next second, I remembered the scene just now and started to "dig the villa" with my toes. I turned around to run away. As a result, his wrist was once again grabbed tightly. "Where to go?" I didn't dare turn around, trying to pretend to calm down: "Go to sleep, don't go anywhere else." “Weren't you very proactive just now?” “That was then, now is now.”

“Oh.” His voice was bland. “So you throw it away after you use it?”

I turned around and looked at him with disbelief. “Chu Nghien Tu, when you say this, it sounds very much like a 'Luong family's father' being disrespected by you.” He looked at me, a smile hidden under his eyes. “Maybe not?” I was interrupted by him, my face became even hotter. This man is usually quiet, but once he seriously attacks, I am no longer an opponent at all. I had to pretend to be stupid. “Just pretend tonight never happened, okay?” “How do you feel?” I blinked, intending to play the emotional card: "After all, we are a civilized couple, we need to be restrained, we need to be concise, we need to—" He slowly interrupted me: "Lin Van Duong." "Yes?" “I teased you first.” These four words, light and airy, yet nailed me firmly. I don't know what to say anymore. That's right. From beginning to end, I was always teasing him first. Poking him, teasing him, flirting with his mouth, relying on his seemingly cold restraint, jumping around all day on the edge of danger. But when he actually took a step forward, I was automatically "cold" first. I suddenly touched my nose and muttered: "I didn't expect you to be so vindictive." He looked at me for two seconds, then suddenly reached out and gently stroked my earlobe. The fleshy pads of the fingertips were warm, and the movements were extremely gentle. “It's not a grudge.” “But give me a chance.” My brain made a "bang" sound and started to heat up again. Unfortunately, after this person finished speaking, he immediately withdrew his hand, as if nothing had ever happened. “Go back and rest, good night.” Then he turned around and went straight to his room. Leaving me standing alone in the hallway, stunned for half a minute. It's not. That's it? You've flirted with me to this extent and yet you yourself walk around so leisurely? I gritted my teeth, went back to my room and jumped on the bed, holding the blanket and kicking it a few times. Done. It seems like I really "died" here. The next morning, I carried my pale panda eyes downstairs. As soon as I sat at the dining table, Chu Du An seriously observed me for a while. “Did you not sleep well?” I almost choked on my milk. “How come you can even see this?” He thought for a moment, then honestly replied: "Because you keep showing off." Me: “…” Very good. After children learn to talk, they become less and less adorable. I was about to make a few excuses when Chu Nghien Tu came down from upstairs. He changed into a light gray shirt, his expression still as calm as ever, as if the person last night who kissed me until my legs were weak was not him. I'm not satisfied. Based on what, I'm the only one who cares I'm not at peace, but you can be so calm like nothing. So I held my head high and deliberately smiled brightly at him. “Good morning, dear husband.” I intentionally called this word "Dear husband" softly and sweetly. Chu Du An immediately turned to look at the two of us, just like a diligent young supervisor. Chu Nghien Tu's footsteps paused for an almost imperceptible step, then faintly replied: "Good morning." But I could still see it. His ears were slightly red. My mood immediately improved. Oh, it turns out I'm not the only one who lacks willpower. In the following days, the atmosphere in the house began to become very strange. It's not necessarily bad. It's just that there always seems to be something hidden in the air. For example, when I sit in the living room watching TV and Chu Nghien Tu comes down from upstairs, his eyes will linger on me for another second. For example, when I feed fruit to Chu Du An, he will say neither harshly nor lightly: "Don't feed me too much, you won't be able to eat dinner later." For example, when I intentionally wore his shirt and wandered around the house, his eyes looked at me clearly darkened a bit, then he didn't say anything. This kind of wordless struggle is actually more torturous than being stabbed with a knife. Most importantly, he clearly had feelings, but was determined to remain steadfast. Steadfast as if he was competing to see who would lose his temper first with me. I'm not satisfied. From childhood to adulthood, Lam Van Duong, I have never admitted defeat in these matters. So that Friday, while Chu Du An was studying drawing in the study with his tutor, I carried a plate of peeled fruits and walked into Chu Nghien Tu's study room with slippers. He was looking at documents, heard a noise and raised his head. “What's the matter?” I put the fruit plate down next to his table and smiled extremely sweetly. “Vitamin supplements for you.” "Thank." He said thank you, but his hand was still on the file, clearly not thinking I was here just to show simple kindness. I decisively went around his back, placed my hands on his shoulders, and gently squeezed a few times. "Mr. Chu has worked hard, do you want me to give you a shoulder and neck massage?" He finally put down his pen and raised his eyes to look at me through his glasses. “Tell me, what do you want to do?” I looked dissatisfied: "Why do you always think I'm so pragmatic? Can't I just feel sorry for my husband a little?" "Maybe." He nodded. “But the probability is not high.” Me: “…” Understanding me too much is not a good thing. I decisively turned over the cards, leaned close to his ear, and slowly spoke: "I just want to ask, someone told me the other night about the opportunity, does it still count?" When I said this, I could almost feel my heartbeat speeding up. But Chu Nghien Tu just looked at me, his expression still as calm as ever. “What do you want to try?” I was speechless by his counter-question. What do you mean you want to try something? Why is this man always able to kick the ball back? I pretended to calmly stand up straight and said stiffly: "Nothing, I just asked casually." He said "Yes" and picked up the pen again. "Then when you're no longer comfortable, come find me." I almost got hit by this statement choke to death. But at this moment, the study door was knocked twice. Chu Du An held a drawing book and poked his head in. “The teacher is back.” I immediately stood up straight as if I had been caught in the act. Chu Nghien Tu, on the other hand, had a very natural expression: "Are you finished drawing?" Chu Du An nodded, walked in, and showed me the drawing book. On the picture is a family of three. A woman in a dress, a man in a shirt, in the middle holding a child. The background is the sun, the house, and a small dog drawn obliquely. I watched and my chest softened. “Is this us?” "Yes." The boy pursed his lips and added, "There's still a position for a little sister."