Chapter 1700 - 13: Extra Story of Boss Yun and Little Cousin
Chapter 1700: Chapter 13: Extra Story of Boss Yun and Little Cousin
Theater Rehearsal Hall
On stage, Fan Zhengyu was cooperating with the lighting technician to prepare for the performance. To ensure the audience has the best viewing experience, they need to test various equipment repeatedly. Without assistants or staff to help mark spots, everything must be done personally.
Fan Zhengyu went to the backstage lounge, pushed the door open, and saw a familiar figure.
"When did you get here?"
The autumn sun was warm and gentle, seemingly emitting a soft, pale gold hue. It stretched between them, spilling onto him, enhancing his refined and smooth face, making him appear even more elegant and soft.
"About ten minutes ago." Yun Hezhi’s voice used to resemble falling snow in winter, soft and pleasing.
Now it carried a touch of warmth, like spring rain nurturing the earth, warm wind soothing the soul.
"I’ll tidy up a bit, what do you want to eat for lunch?" Fan Zhengyu had just finished speaking when Yun Hezhi walked over to help her place the violin into its case.
"I’m good with anything."
Fan Zhengyu sat on the chair, organizing the sheet music on the table, "Actually, my parents are very nice. You know, they’re both teachers, usually quite busy, so I thought of introducing you to them this weekend when they’re available."
"I’ll find some time to tell them in advance. You don’t need to be too nervous; there’s plenty of time before lunch. We can head to the mall for a bit and buy some things."
"Recently, my cousin-in-law has gotten pregnant with a second child, and the family is overjoyed."
Fan Zhengyu chose this time to introduce Yun Hezhi to her family for a reason.
Since Tang Wan was just found to be pregnant with a second child, everyone was very happy. It’s like sharing her good fortune, and the family probably won’t have much to say.
"By the way, you have a good relationship with my cousin-in-law, don’t you? Should we invite them over, or bring Mutang along to liven things up? Mutang is truly adorable..."
Fan Zhengyu mentioned Jiang Xiaowai with joy on her face.
Yun Hezhi had already cared for her violin, walked to her side, leaned over with one hand supporting the table, and drew closer—
"Do you like children?"
"Yes, I love children. They’re so cute, especially ones like Mutang at this age. He..." Fan Zhengyu started enthusiastically but found Yun Hezhi drawing closer. Suddenly, her palms became heated, "Wh-what’s wrong?"
"You love children so... how much do you like me?"
He leaned in close, carrying a hint of enchantment.
The autumn sun fell in his eyes, so gently as if it might drown a person. Those who perform must practice their gaze, and his eyes seemed to carry light, brightness—
Scorching!
"Tell me, how much do you like me?" Yun Hezhi never considered himself a petty person. He just watched her passionately discuss Tang Wan’s family and felt a bit playful.
The two of them have been officially dating for nearly a year. The actual time spent together is not much, given their respective performances, rehearsals, and differing schedules, delaying many date opportunities.
Fan Zhengyu, since she was young, was a lively and affectionate person. After spending considerable time together, she’d tug Yun Hezhi’s arm, embrace his neck, and express sentiments of loving him dearly.
These are the minor romantic elements between couples; having a serious conversation about affection is rare.
So when Yun Hezhi suddenly questioned her seriously, it left Fan Zhengyu slightly embarrassed and flushed.
"You spoke so enthusiastically just now, why is saying you like me so difficult?"
He looked down at her smilingly.
Fan Zhengyu pressed her lips tightly, heart racing rapidly, thumping, each beat urgent and forceful.
Her fingers caressed the sheet music in her hand, observing him drawing even closer.
In an instant
Her heart tightened intensely, as if scratched by countless claws, he called her name in a deeply tempting voice, "Zhengyu."
His breath brushed against her face, grazing her nose tip.
Gently, warmly.
It felt as if a hand suddenly clenched her heart, swiftly, tight enough to be suffocating.
"Of course, I like you." Fan Zhengyu, face flushed, struggled to utter these few words.
Just as she was about to turn and tidied other sheet music, however, her chair was one that could swivel. Once she turned away, someone abruptly spun it back around.
Their gaze collided, his hands pressing on the chair’s armrests, keeping her enclosed within the chair, as he drew closer...
A scorching kiss, closely enveloping.
This position leaves no escape, and Fan Zhengyu could only grip his supporting forearms tightly.
After some time, he slightly released her; however, his hands still supported the chair, looking down into her eyes. His voice low, seemingly scorched, hoarse compared to usual, enticingly.