A small candy

Chapter 47 Hurry and marry him home
Cheng Zhixu went up to the second floor, took off his coat casually, folded it and hung it on his arm, then grasped the cold door handle, pushed it down, pushed the door open and went in.

The room was heated and the temperature was just right, with a hint of sweet fragrance. I wondered if the auntie at home had changed the air freshener or put something in the humidifier.

Cheng Zhixu unfolded his coat and was about to hang it on the hanger. He turned his eyes and noticed a small bulge on his seldom-used bed.

The coat slipped from his hand and fell to the floor. He was stunned for a moment, then bent down to pick it up, tossed it over the back of the sofa. Because the coat was too long, the hem touched the ground, but he didn't care and walked to the bed in three or two steps.

It's no exaggeration to say that Cheng Zhixu's pupils were filled with shock, a mixture of emotions. Even with all his imagination, he couldn't have imagined that when he returned home, he would find his beloved girl lying in his bed.

Jian Ling was so sound asleep that she didn't hear the door opening or the footsteps of someone approaching. Her face was rosy and her black hair was spread all over the pillow. She had fallen asleep in her sweater, and perhaps because she was a little hot, she reached out from the side of the quilt and rested her hand on the edge of the dark sheets.

Cheng Zhixu stared at her face, exhaled deeply, squatted down to watch her sleeping, forgetting that the purpose of his coming to the room was to change clothes.

After just a few seconds of watching, he couldn't help but feel his emotions welling up. He knelt on one leg beside her, pressed down and bit her lips. Jian Ling was awakened and was about to struggle in shock when Cheng Zhixu whispered, "Open your mouth..." He spoke right next to her lips, his lips touching hers with every word he uttered.

Hearing Cheng Zhixu's voice, Jian Ling relaxed. The next moment she opened her red lips, he succeeded in plundering her in such a lingering and long-lasting way.

It was like a ball of fire rolling in the quilt, burning her unclear mind into a mess.

"Why are you here?" After a long time, Cheng Zhixu let go of her and said only one sentence. Seeing her squinting eyes and her face shining with water, he couldn't help but kiss her again, and rubbed her slender waist with his palms, as if to crush her.

In a trance, Jian Ling wanted to ask him, why is he here?
Without a chance to ask, he hugged her and rolled into the quilt, kissing her for a long time. They saw each other often, but an inexplicable longing invaded his mind. Cheng Zhixu thought that the sight of her lying on his bed was too stimulating. His heart tightened and he lost his mind.

Footsteps sounded outside the door, and Jian Ling woke up as if from a dream. She grabbed the back of Cheng Zhixu's collar and pulled it back, finally finding a gap to speak: "Yes, someone is coming."

Sure enough, the next second, there was a rapid knock on the door. The nanny didn't dare to barge in without permission. Her voice was filled with anxiety and panic, and she even forgot to address her: "Um, Miss Jane is a little sleepy. The bedding in the guest room has been taken away for cleaning, so Madam asked her to borrow your room to rest for a while."

That tone seemed to indicate that he was afraid that Cheng Zhixu would get angry.

Few people would like strangers to enter their private space and touch their personal belongings without permission, let alone someone with a cold personality like Cheng Zhixu.

The aunt was worried that he wouldn't understand the situation and would embarrass Miss Jane, so she hurried upstairs to remind him. She almost fell while going up the stairs, which delayed her for a while.

Cheng Zhixu glanced at the girl on the bed. Her curled eyelashes trembled slightly, a trace of lingering passion and the shyness of being disturbed by her aunt. The collar of her yellow sweater dangled over her snow-white shoulders, revealing the thin straps of her white bra. The necklace he'd given her was securely fastened around her neck.

He closed his eyes, pursed his lips and lifted her collar to cover her beauty.

"I understand." Cheng Zhixu turned his head to look at the door and raised his voice a little, his voice a little deeper and hoarse than usual.

The aunt couldn't tell whether he was angry or not, so she stood outside the door for a few seconds, hesitating, not knowing whether to wake Jian Ling up.

Cheng Zhixu knew that the person outside the door had not left, so he said, "Aunt Qin, please go and do your work first. I know my limits."

The aunt finally felt relieved. She sighed, turned around and went downstairs with her hands in her pockets. The sound of her footsteps gradually faded away until they could no longer be heard.

Cheng Zhixu turned his gaze back and met Jian Ling's. Jian Ling climbed up and leaned against the headboard, her mind still hazy as she asked the question she hadn't asked before: "Why are you here?"

Cheng Zhixu reached out and tucked the hair on the side of her face behind her ear. His movements were gentle and delicate, with a smile hidden in his eyes. "This is my home. I feel weird here? But you, you came here with your mother? Why didn't you tell me?"

Jian Ling was stunned and almost bit her tongue in shock: "T-this is your house?!"

Cheng Zhixu: "You don't know?"

Jian Ling gestured wildly in the air with her hands: "But this isn't Aunt Cheng's... Wait, Aunt Cheng? Ah Xu? Isn't it Ah Xu, but Ah Xu?"

Cheng Zhixu tutted his words, the smile in his eyes deepening. He rubbed her cheek with his fingertips: "Who told you to call me 'Ah Xu'? Don't call me that in the future."

"No..." Jian Ling was a little incoherent, "I didn't know this was your home!"

She knew that Cheng Zhixu's mother's name was Yu Zhijin, but when Ye Xianxin introduced her to the aunt downstairs, she called her "Aunt Cheng". Who would have thought that they were the same person.

Cheng Zhixu sat by the bed, almost confused by her: "What do you mean? Your mother doesn't know me?"

Jian Ling grabbed his hand: "She only knows that I have a boyfriend, but she doesn't know who my boyfriend is."

"Didn't she come to my house to inspect me?"

"No." Jian Ling sorted out the misunderstanding and slowly explained it to him, "Aunt Cheng and my mother met when we were learning flower arrangement. Later, they got along well and became good sisters. Today, Aunt Cheng invited my mother over for snacks, and I came along as a guest."

Cheng Zhixu took half a minute to digest the information and pressed the tip of his thumb against his brow. Although he understood it, his mind still felt a little confused.

Yes, if Mother Jane had come to inspect him, he would have received a call from home urging him to return home. However, in fact, he came back today on a whim.

Jian Ling was actually trying to process this, unable to believe such a coincidence could happen. Ye Xianxin's new friend happened to be Cheng Zhixu's mother.

So, the two mothers originally planned to introduce her to Cheng Zhixu and hoped that they would have a good result?
Jian Ling was about to tell Cheng Zhixu about this thought when he happened to have thought of the same thing. He cupped her face in his hands and smiled, "Oh, I remember now. My mom wanted to introduce me to someone one day, but I told her I already had a girlfriend, and she didn't respond. So it turns out she was introducing you to me."

Jian Ling moved her lips and said with a smile: "It should be."

Cheng Zhixu couldn't hold back his laughter and fell on her, his face pressed into the crook of her neck, his hot breath hitting her skin, hot and wet: "What does this mean? Is it fate?"

He was always calm and composed, and only showed a bit of frivolity when he was alone with her, like now, with a teasing tone in his voice and his fingers twisting her other earlobe.

Jian Ling leaned in his arms, feeling emotional as well. She hugged his waist and said in a sweet voice, "Are we meeting today for a blind date?"

She thought Cheng Zhixu would go along with her and act with her, but he frowned and said, "Don't mention blind dates to me. I'm not happy. You've been on a blind date, but I haven't."

Jian Ling curled her lips: "Your jealousy is too strong. It's been a long time."

"No matter how much time passes, it can't change the facts." Cheng Zhixu said, and the force of rubbing her earlobe with his hand increased.

Jian Ling felt like he was about to twist her ears off. She tilted her head to prevent him from touching her: "Since you say so, I'll go on a blind date with you?"

Cheng Zhixu suddenly remembered that he had told Ye Xianxin before going upstairs that he would go downstairs to chat with her after changing clothes. However, after coming upstairs, he was so preoccupied with the sight of Jian Ling appearing there that he forgot about it. He held Jian Ling's shoulders and sat up: "I'm going to change clothes."

He pulled out a set of home clothes from the cloakroom, stood by the bed and began to take off his suit jacket, then unbuttoned his shirt, one button at a time, revealing a large area of skin on his chest.

Jian Ling took just one look and then turned away, staring blankly at the mural on the wall.

Cheng Zhixu glanced at her out of the corner of his eye, raised the corners of his lips and smiled silently. Without avoiding her, he took off his shirt and trousers neatly and put on comfortable home clothes - a smoky gray long-sleeved shirt and casual pants.

"Do you want to get off?" He changed his clothes and sat back on the bed, his eyes fixed on her face. The lipstick on her lips had been rubbed off a little by the kiss, making her lip color look uneven. He wiped it with his fingers. Jian Ling thought he was going to kiss her again, so she leaned aside to avoid him. He stretched out his long arms and pulled her back. "Did you bring your lipstick?"

If she continues like this, it will easily arouse suspicion.

He didn't intend to keep it a secret any longer. They would definitely make things clear when they went downstairs. After all, her mother was there, and he couldn't let the elders see that he had "bullied" Jian Ling. Although, it wasn't really bullying, it was just a kiss between lovers.

Jian Ling licked her lips: "My bag is downstairs." The lipstick was in the bag.

Cheng Zhixu sighed: "Alright."

In the first-floor living room, the two ladies were still chatting. Ye Xian, worried about her daughter, kept glancing toward the stairwell and spoke absentmindedly.

Yu Zhijin had said before that her son didn't come home often, so she let Jian Ling sleep in her son's bedroom. But who would have thought that he would suddenly come back and go upstairs to change clothes. Fortunately, the nanny remembered this and went upstairs to remind her.

But it had been more than ten minutes, and why hadn't the Cheng family's son come down, and her own daughter hadn't come down either? She wondered if she was still sleeping, which made her worried. Yu Zhijin noticed that she was distracted and glanced sideways in the direction of the stairs.

When I turned around, it was amazing. Two people, one tall and one short, came down from upstairs. Well, at first glance, there seemed to be nothing wrong. But when I looked closely, I saw that the two people's hands, which were hanging by their sides, were clasped together.

Interlocking fingers, the most affectionate kind of hand holding.

Yu Zhijin lost her composure for the first time, spilling half the tea she was holding, her eyes wide open. Ye Xianxin, standing beside her, was no better. With her mouth open, half a piece of pastry about to enter, her movements froze, as if she'd been acupunctured.

Being stared at by her elders, Jian Ling wasn't as thick-skinned as the man beside her. She tried to pull her hand back, but he held it tighter. She lowered her head, having been woken by Cheng Zhixu's kiss during the deepest of sleep. She was still sleepy, and her eyes felt sore and swollen. She rubbed the corners of her eyes with her hands, and he whispered to her, "Don't rub your eyes, your eyeshadow is smudged."

"Ah?" Jian Ling was so scared that she didn't dare to rub it.

Cheng Zhixu smirked: "I was kidding, I didn't faint."

Jian Ling: “…”

Cheng Zhixu, with a half-smile on his face, walked slowly to the two elders with Jian Ling in his hand. Before he could finish his prepared speech, Yu Zhijin spoke first: "You...you..." She pointed at their clasped hands and could not utter a complete sentence.

Ye Xianxin looked at her daughter: "What's going on?!"

Jian Ling pursed her lips and looked at Cheng Zhixu, deciding to let him speak for himself. Cheng Zhixu pulled Jian Ling to sit down, his hand never loosening. His palms were slightly hot from the prolonged contact, a fact only the two of them knew.

No amount of words could compare to a simple statement. He cleared his throat and said directly: "Jian Ling is my girlfriend."

The two gasps sounded at the same time. A second later, a third gasp sounded. It was the nanny who came out of the kitchen to get something.

The living room was silent for three or five seconds, followed by a barrage of questions.

Yu Zhijin put down the half-empty cup of tea and asked, "What did you say? Jian Ling is your girlfriend?"

Ye Xianxin patted the snack crumbs off her clothes and asked, "Cheng Zhixu is your boyfriend?"

Yu Zhijin: "How did you two get together?"

Ye Xianxin: "No, we haven't even introduced ourselves to each other yet, how did you two meet?"

Yu Zhijin: "Why didn't Lingling say anything just now?"

Ye Xianxin: "She didn't even tell me."

Yu Zhijin and Ye Xianxin exchanged a glance, their eyes filled with surprise, but even more so, delight. Come on, they really were going to be in-laws this time!
Jian Ling's mind was in a mess. She continued to look at Cheng Zhixu and told him to speak. She couldn't handle it.

Cheng Zhixu smiled and explained everything to them, including how they met and when they got together. They had originally agreed to meet each other's parents in a while, but they didn't expect that they would meet earlier by such a coincidence.

The two ladies shared a look of shock. Yu Zhijin was the first to react, her lips curled up. "So, our Lingling works at the Cheng Group? Ah Xu, you're her boss?"

Cheng Zhixu: "Yeah."

Ye Guizhou had been instrumental in Jian Ling's initial employment and apartment search, and Ye Xianxin had great confidence in her brother's abilities. Furthermore, she had heard that Jian Ling's company was owned by a friend of Ye Guizhou's, so she felt there was nothing to worry about and never asked about her work. She had only just learned that Jian Ling worked at the Cheng Group, and that her boyfriend was her boss!

Yu Zhijin finally understood what was going on. She explained that her son, usually as dull as a greasy pot, had no idea how he could possibly be so eager to chat with Mrs. Jian. It turned out the key to the problem lay with Jian Ling. How could he not care about his girlfriend's mother, his future mother-in-law?
Yu Zhijin frowned and immediately blamed Cheng Zhixu: "Look at you, your girlfriend works in your own company and is so tired that she can fall asleep while standing. How can you be her boyfriend?"

Cheng Zhixu was speechless. He was also afraid that Ye Xianxin would have a problem with him because of this. He wanted to explain, but he couldn't think of any words for a while.

It was Jian Ling who took the initiative to speak up for him: "I'm the one who doesn't let him control me. At work, he's the boss and I'm the employee, but in private, we're boyfriend and girlfriend..."

Yu Zhijin scolded Cheng Zhixu while smiling so hard that the corners of her mouth almost reached her ears.

As Jian Ling spoke, she felt embarrassed by her laughter, and her voice became smaller and smaller, until she simply stopped talking.

Ye Xianxin also smiled and shook hands with Yu Zhijin. The two women kept saying, "Oh, in-laws" and "Oh, what a fate."

The aunt said twice that it was time to eat, and the few of them moved to the dining room reluctantly and continued the previous topic.

Jian Ling naturally sat next to Cheng Zhixu, with Ye Xianxin sitting on the other side. With her new status, she felt somewhat uncomfortable, especially with the frank and gratifying look Yu Zhijin gave her, making it seem like today was her first day married into the Cheng family.

Cheng Zhixu hadn't expected the meeting with the parents to go so smoothly. Ye Xianxin was very pleased with him, probably because Ms. Yu had mentioned the foundation he had laid several times in their previous conversations.

In short, if the male elders of the Jian and Cheng families were present, this meal could be called an engagement banquet. Because the two women brought up the topic of "Is it better to have a Western or Chinese wedding?" at the dinner table, Jian Ling was too embarrassed to interrupt.

After sitting for a while after dinner, Ye Xianxin took Jian Ling and said goodbye.

When getting up to see the guest off, Yu Zhijin secretly stuffed a brocade box into the pocket of Jian Ling's large down jacket, but she didn't tell her directly for fear of being rejected.

Cheng Zhixu walked them all the way to the gate and even offered to drive them home himself. Ye Xianxin declined, saying he was busy with work and it was a rare break so she didn't bother him. The family driver was waiting outside.

Cheng Zhixu didn't insist any longer. He watched the two of them get into the car before turning back. When he entered the door, he saw Yu Zhijin leaning on a wooden cabinet not far away with her arms folded, looking at him with a flushed face.

"Do you have something to say?" Cheng Zhixu asked.

Yu Zhijin laughed: "How far have you come?"

Cheng Zhixu remained silent. Seeing her relentless attitude, he said helplessly, "You're asking about this kind of thing? There's no need."

Yu Zhijin chuckled, looking at him with a kind of resentment that seemed to indicate a child is no longer under the control of his mother. "Oh, when your mother-in-law asks you questions, you answer honestly, but when your mother asks you questions, you have no answer?"

Cheng Zhixu: "The mother-in-law didn't ask about privacy issues."

Yu Zhijin said "OK" and stopped asking.

Cheng Zhixu was an only child. His parents were somewhat strict with him when he was young, but they also loved him dearly, as his name suggests. His mother's name was Yu Zhijin, and his father originally named him "Cheng Zhixu," a combination of his father's surname and his mother's given name. Later, Yu Zhijin said that the character "Zhi" sounded a bit feminine, so she changed it to a homophone.

Cheng Zhixu was 28 years old this year, and his birthday would be a few days after the Spring Festival, making him 29. The Cheng Group was thriving under his leadership, so there was no need to worry. The only thing that worried his elders was his marriage.

Now that his marriage is settled, Yu Zhijin is happier than anyone else.

"Even if I don't tell you, you should know that I liked Jian Ling the first time I saw her today. She's right under your nose, and even if she doesn't say anything herself, as her boyfriend you should still take better care of her. Don't wait for her to ask before you take action." Yu Zhijin said seriously, "Your wife is your own, and you're waiting for others to do the same to you?"

Cheng Zhixu replied sincerely, "I know."

Yu Zhijin finished her serious speech and interrupted: "Hey, hurry up, hurry up, marry her home."

Cheng Zhixu didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "I know."

Yu Zhijin couldn't contain her excitement, so she ran to the bedroom and called her husband, asking him to come home quickly because she had something important to tell him.

Cheng Zhixu shook his head and was about to go upstairs when his phone vibrated in his pocket. He opened it and saw a message from his "Zhan Shang Ming Zhu".

Palm Pig: "Your mother put a jade bracelet in my pocket! I don't even know when she put it there!"

Orange Juice: "Well, it's a gift for my daughter-in-law."

　Oh my, it's so sweet that I'm rolling around in bed (*^▽^*)
　　
　
(End of this chapter)