Oh no! His rural wife is sweeter than a peach!

villa.

Ying Sangrou changed into dry clothes and came out.

She kept her head down, taking slow and hesitant steps. She knew Lu Mingshi was waiting for her outside the guest room, but she only dared to keep her head down and not look at him.

When Lu Ming saw her long, half-dry hair draped over her chest, messy and disheveled, like a poor little chick that had been abandoned and was homeless, he sighed.

This young lady...

"come over."

He pulled her arm and led her down the stairs. "Watch where you're going, or you'll break your neck. I won't be responsible."

Startled by his sudden pull, she followed him down to the living room on the first floor with light, quick steps.

Lu Ming handed her a hairdryer, saying, "Hurry up and dry your hair so you don't catch a cold."

"……good."

She frantically tried to plug the hair dryer in, but after several misalignments, Lu Mingshi couldn't stand it anymore and took it and plugged it in.

"Why did you suddenly come over here? It's raining so hard, can't you just stay home?"

To avoid suspicion, Lu Mingshi handed the hair dryer back to her.

A warm breeze blew through her damp hair, bringing a touch of warmth to her chilled scalp. Ying Sangrou didn't speak, but silently dried her hair.

His eyes were slightly lowered, and his expression was somewhat gloomy.

Why did you come?

She simply didn't want to stay in that increasingly suffocating home, and she didn't want to see that increasingly unfamiliar grandmother.

She didn't speak, and Lu Ming had gotten used to it.

This young lady is unlike him; he always has so much to say.

The chef had brewed ginger tea, and he brought it to her. "Drink this, it'll warm you up. It rained a little tonight, and it feels a tiny bit chilly."

Ying Sangrou silently accepted the bowl of ginger tea, which was still steaming warmly.

She drank slowly, while Lu Mingshi sat on the sofa, lost in thought, watching her drink.

They didn't say anything more, and for a moment, the living room was very quiet.

The silence inside the house was broken by the sound of a car outside quite some time later.

"My dear blond-haired little brother, your dear older sister is back! Come and welcome me!"

The cheerful and playful voice had already entered the house before anyone was even seen.

As the deer cried out, it sprang into the air. Ying Sangrou, who was sitting awkwardly in the other corner of the sofa, heard her sister-in-law's voice and quickly stood up to greet her.

At the entrance, Lu Luozhi was folding up her umbrella. When she saw the two little ones coming to welcome her home, her smile widened.

"Are you hungry? Come on, let's eat something delicious."

Without asking any further questions, she took Ying Sangrou's hand and led her to the living room. She placed the things she was carrying on the large coffee table and then took out the items from inside one by one.

When Lu Ming saw hamburgers, fries, and cola, he was so happy he almost jumped to the ceiling.

"My dearest sister, you're so good to me."

He picked up a pair of roasted chicken wings, put one in his own mouth, and then handed the other to Ying Sangrou.

"Eat up, you're so skinny you look like you're just a rib."

She stood there blankly, holding the roasted chicken wing, when her gaze fell upon her older brother entering the room.

With her head bowed in fear, she stammered, "Big brother..."

She came here on her own; will her older brother scold her?

Ying Yuchuan spoke up, "Let's eat something first. Mom and Dad will be here soon. They've been very worried about you and have been looking for you everywhere."

Instead of the blame or scolding she had expected, Ying Sangrou felt a surge of guilt when she heard her parents frantically searching for her.

She had little appetite.

Less than ten minutes later, Ying Huayu and his wife arrived.

Seeing that she was safe and sound, Sheng Shuang finally felt relieved.

"You silly child, you ran away without telling your mother. I was so worried, you know that?"

"sorry……"

She lowered her head in shame.

Ying Huayu relaxed, his worries subsiding. He asked her gently, "Daughter, why did you suddenly come here? Did you miss your brother and sister-in-law?"

Biting her lower lip tightly, Ying Sangrou hesitated and struggled with her sensitive inner conflict as she faced her parents' questions.

The thought of that suffocating grandmother gave her a courage she had never felt before.

"Mother……"

She raised her face, her gaze resolute. "I don't want to go home. Can I stay here? I don't want to see Grandma, and I don't want to hear what she said."