CIATB Chapter 104 My Wife is a Pig Spirit
Chapter 104 My Wife is a Pig Spirit
Chapter 104 My Wife is a Pig Spirit
The terminal building was brightly lit.
Yu Huan accompanied Lin Yourong through the check-in process, following her closely the entire time.
Lin Yourong held her boarding pass in her hand.
She turned around abruptly, her hat brim pulled low, obscuring her forehead and eyes. From Yu Huan's perspective, all that could be seen was her sharply defined, delicate chin.
Although people come and go around them, it seems that only they exist in their world.
Lin Yourong raised her head, her lips curving upwards into a gentle smile: "Why do I feel like you're even more afraid of being photographed than I am?"
talking.
She gently took Yu Huan's hand.
Her fingers were slender and soft, like willow branches gently brushing against Yu Huan's palm.
The sunglasses gleamed with a cool, ethereal light.
It has to be said that Lao Lin's sunglasses looked particularly large on Lin Yourong's face.
Although half of her face was hidden behind sunglasses, this half-hidden look gave her a mysterious and aloof air, making her face even more vivid.
Yu Huan couldn't help but want to peer through those dark brown lenses and see the emotions in her eyes.
However, Yu Huan fell into deep thought upon hearing this.
That's incredibly bold.
Is he wearing a hat and sunglasses, thinking he's all that again?
At the airport, in front of so many people, we should still give her some face.
If it were in private, I'd definitely tear her apart!
"It's better to be safe than sorry, so it's better to be cautious!" Yu Huan grasped her soft hand and gently squeezed it.
Your little hands are so soft!
The period when paparazzi were most active was during the years of the internet's unbridled development.
They are essentially entertainment journalists, belonging to the media industry. In the past, this industry was quite expensive. If you wanted to publish a juicy story, you had to start a magazine and go through various approval processes.
Thanks to the internet, paparazzi have ushered in a golden age.
At this point, any exposure will inevitably be accompanied by photographs.
However, ten years later, as policies tightened and the scale of celebrity legal services increased, paparazzi became increasingly timid and started writing lengthy articles about their activities.
Now is the time when paparazzi are at their most rampant. Paparazzi king Zhuo Wei, along with his followers, is stirring up trouble and making many celebrities tremble with fear.
Therefore, Yu Huan didn't dare to hold her hand when they arrived at the airport, for fear of causing her any trouble.
But Lin Yourong grabbed his hand.
After walking to the security checkpoint.
He relaxed his grip.
The two turned to each other and stared at one another.
Just as Yu Huan was about to say goodbye, she unexpectedly flew into his arms like a swallow returning to its nest.
He stumbled as he was tackled.
In his astonishment, he spread out his hands.
Lin Yourong wrapped her arms around his waist.
Close to each other.
There wasn't a single gap.
"Remember this feeling... When I'm not around... you're not allowed to hug anyone else..."
Lin Yourong's soft whispers drifted into his ears.
Yu Huan carefully felt those two breathtakingly full mounds.
He raised his hand and stroked her back.
The down jacket is very soft.
He nodded slowly, but said, "Rongrong, do you really not trust me?"
Lin Yourong gently rested her head on his shoulder: "Of course I trust you! But what if a vixen comes along and bothers you?"
"Yes, I'll scold her right away—" Yu Huan said vividly, in the tone of a storyteller: "Hey! You vixen, stay away from me! Let me tell you, my wife is a pig demon, she's really strong! You can't beat her!"
"Hmph, you're the pig!"
The words fell.
Lin Yourong suddenly released her embrace, turned her head without looking back, and walked lightly towards the first-class security checkpoint.
Yu Huan gazed at her graceful back and stroked his chin.
Is that what makes her feel so insecure?
Hey!
He's still so handsome!
Yu Huan was unaware that Lin Yourong was pacing back and forth, her heart pounding, her cheeks flushed, and her breathing becoming rapid.
It seemed as if an invisible force was driving her to do this bold thing.
Traveling light and with my mind blank, I passed through the security checkpoint. When I turned around, I saw Yu Huan standing at the other end of the bustling crowd.
Their eyes met, and he raised his hand to wave goodbye.
Lin Yourong suppressed the lingering feelings in her heart, smiled slightly, nodded gently, and then turned to head towards the waiting hall.
As we drift further apart, the emptiness and loss in my heart grow ever deeper...
It was already 10:30 p.m. when the plane landed.
At Hongqiao Airport terminal, Lin Yourong kept walking but glanced down at her phone to confirm that Sister Ru was waiting for her on the banana level of parking lot P7.
He pulled his hat brim down and strode forward like a gust of wind.
Inside the parking lot, vehicles were densely packed together, a mix of all kinds of models, filling the space to capacity and making it difficult to take it all in.
A short while later, I saw an Audi A4 with a privacy tint.
Lin Yourong turned around, walked to the passenger door, and knocked on the window.
After waiting a moment, she opened the car door and bent down to get in.
The two greeted each other.
Sister Ru lay back in the driver's seat, raised the seat back, sat up straight, and while fastening her seatbelt, asked, "What exactly is wrong with your grandfather?"
"It's nothing serious." Lin Yourong shook her head: "It's just a cerebral infarction—" "Huh?"
Sister Ru suddenly interrupted her:
"So your grandfather isn't paralyzed, is he?"
These words immediately drew a glare from Lin Yourong: "How dare you talk like that! My grandfather's illness was discovered in time, so there are no major problems. He just has some difficulty speaking and needs to eat liquid food. The doctor also said he can recover."
"Why do I feel like people who have had a stroke are either hemiplegic or completely paralyzed?"
"So my grandfather is alright!"
"That's truly a stroke of luck amidst misfortune." Sister Ru stepped on the gas pedal and drove out of the parking space: "Our old leader is incredibly fortunate; it's good that he's alright!"
Lin Yourong nodded.
Although I've never discussed my family situation with Sister Ru, our mothers are very close, so Sister Ru must know something about it.
She took off her glasses and placed them on the armrest box.
He opened his crossbody bag, took out his phone, and called his mother-in-law.
A moment later, the call was answered, and her mother-in-law's slightly hoarse, somewhat deep voice came through the receiver: "Yourong, has your plane landed yet?"
"Mom, we've arrived. We were just about to head to the hotel." Lin Yourong heard her mother-in-law clear her throat and couldn't help but ask, "Are you sleeping?"
"I just closed my eyes not long ago."
Lin Yourong considered for a moment and then asked, "Does Yu Huan live at home?"
"No, when he brought the car keys up, he said he was going back to take a shower and change his clothes."
"Oh."
With a few words, the mother-in-law's voice gradually became clearer.
She chuckled softly and said, "Have you been to Yu Huan's rented apartment? He said it's only a ten-minute drive from here."
“He lives in the Lion Hill community.” Lin Yourong paused, then added, “However, I didn’t go up there.”
"Ah?" The mother-in-law fell into a deep thought: "Yourong, you and Xiaoyu..."
Lin Yourong asked in confusion, "Hmm?"
"Exactly, are there two people involved...?"
What do you mean?
My own mother was subtly probing me over the phone.
After a few words, Lin Yourong pondered for a moment, her thoughts suddenly becoming chaotic, as if a tangled mess was tangled in her mind.
How could I not understand what she meant!
Lin Yourong's eyes flickered uncertainly as she gripped her phone tightly, her fingertips turning slightly white with tension, and her breathing quickening slightly.
Her gaze drifted blankly to the window, her voice trembling slightly, yet resolute:
"no!"
Say it.
He hurriedly hung up the phone.
Both sides simultaneously emitted busy signals.
In the dimly lit bedroom, the mother-in-law stared in astonishment at her phone screen.
Why did this girl hang up the phone so suddenly?
What can't a mother and daughter talk about?
The mother-in-law turned her head, glanced at Old Lin sleeping like a log on the pillow, and couldn't help but sigh as she listened to his slow, soft snores.
This guy was too strict with his daughter from a young age, which made her very bad at handling interpersonal relationships and always had a cold face in public.
Furthermore, they are likely to suffer losses in matters of the heart.
Fortunately, she always mediated between them. Now that her daughter has broken free from her parents, apart from occasionally bickering with him and giving him the cold shoulder, she can hardly be considered rebellious.
After turning off the phone screen, I was immediately plunged into complete darkness.
The mother-in-law closed her eyes and soon drifted off to sleep.
……
Sister Ru was completely baffled.
He glanced quickly at Lin Yourong, then kept his eyes on the road and drove the car smoothly on the road.
When the girl was on the phone with her mother, she suddenly started talking about Yu Huan, and as if to bolster her courage, she loudly uttered two words.
Then, looking very nervous, he hung up the phone.
It was nearly eleven o'clock, and it was getting late. Compared to when she drove to the airport, the traffic on the road had gradually thinned out, but there were still quite a few vehicles passing by.
The distant skyscrapers are brightly lit, creating a bustling night scene.
Sister Ru was bursting with curiosity.
Just as I was about to speak up and investigate further.
Lin Yourong sent a message to Yu Huan on her phone to let her know she was safe, then suddenly turned to her and said, "Sister Ru, I want to learn piano."
"Oh." Sister Ru nodded, then carefully considered Lin Yourong's words. She looked at her with surprise and asked, "Huh? Don't you play the guitar? Why are you learning the piano?"
“I took piano lessons in high school, but I’ve forgotten most of them now. That’s when I built a solid foundation in music theory.”
Without hesitation, Sister Ru began to advise, "It's been at least five or six years since you were in high school, right? Sister Su! You're in your mid-twenties now. Don't you think it's a waste of time to go back and learn this?"
Lin Yourong looked at the chat bubble on her phone screen, "The first day of missing Rongrong," and the corners of her mouth couldn't help but turn up slightly.
"If you understand musical instruments, you can learn them all. I understand music theory and have a basic understanding of piano, so I can learn them very quickly."
"Not acting impulsively?"
"Of course not." Lin Yourong shook her head.
Seeing her determined expression, Sister Ru couldn't help but ask, "So here's the question: to what extent do you want to learn it?"
"Yes, I'd love to be able to play and sing the song that Mr. Y wrote for me for him!"
"hiss--"
Sister Ru gasped, momentarily choked by this display of affection.
(End of this chapter)