The sun was already high in the sky, but there was still no movement from the East Wing. Aunt Chen gave up on getting the young couple up for breakfast, picked up her bag, left the yard, and locked the door.
In the bedroom, Zhang Guoqing was sleeping soundly, his arms tightly wrapped around Zhou Jiao under the quilt, his legs entangled with hers, occasionally mumbling indistinct words.
Zhou Jiao slowly opened her eyes, unable to stretch her tightly bound legs. She smiled helplessly—this man had a domineering streak in his bones.
Resisting the soreness and numbness in her body, she lay motionlessly in his embrace. It was a rare good weather day, with sunlight filtering through the curtains. Zhou Jiao half-squinted, considering whether to wake him up.
"Sweet... hehe... flower..."
Hearing this, Zhou Jiao blushed with embarrassment, losing her sense of compassion. She extended a hand and slapped his forehead with a "smack."
Zhang Guoqing was startled awake, tightened his hold on her again, and gently patted her back. "Be good, you were exhausted last night, go back to sleep."
"Your son is calling for you."
Zhang Guoqing lowered his head to kiss her. "Don’t fuss, go back to sleep."
"I have poor circulation, my legs are numb. I can’t sleep, I want to get up."
Zhang Guoqing grabbed her leg and placed it on his waist, gently massaging it. "Why get up? Stay and lie with me, let’s chat. Wouldn’t it be great if every day were like this?"
"It’s good for you, not for me."
"Such a contrary woman. Last night you were..."
Zhou Jiao quickly covered his mouth, glaring at him. "If you say another word, you’ll be sleeping in the study tonight."
"You’ve got some nerve, using that trick again. Do you think you can get away with making your man sleep alone?"
Under the quilt, there was a lively disturbance...
This man succeeded again, making Zhou Jiao so angry she pinched him. "You did it on purpose!"
Zhang Guoqing grinned smugly and sealed her lips with his own.
Hmm, his wife is really clever.
...
Zhou Jiao woke up again, finding herself alone in the room. She furiously hammered the quilt. Next time she would definitely use a sedative to knock him out.
She picked up the neatly folded clothes on the side and got dressed. After washing up, Zhou Jiao took a bun out from her space to ease her rumbling stomach.
She listened carefully, but there was no sound in the yard. After hesitating for a while, Zhou Jiao left the room.
"Your dad definitely can’t make it back, and I don’t know how Jiao Jiao will decide. I really don’t feel like going to the ritual."
The moment Zhou Jiao entered the living room, she heard this sentence. She paused, "Grandma Zhou passed away?"
Lin Lishan instinctively observed her expression, feeling a sense of defeat inside. Why did both father and daughter have such a calm look? What does this mean—going or not going?
Zhang Guoqing stood up and pulled her to sit, "You must be starving. You talk to Mom, I’ll go to the kitchen and bring something over."
Zhou Jiao nodded, "Just a little."
Zhang Guoqing nodded understandingly.
"We received an urgent telegram from the Old Zhou Family this afternoon, saying that Mrs. Zhou passed away in the middle of the night." Lin Lishan handed her the telegram.
Zhou Jiao unfolded it and checked the dates. She passed away two days ago. It looks like the Old Zhou Family hesitated for a long time about informing her. Thinking about how Mrs. Zhou had passed just like that left her lost in thought.
"Jiao Jiao, do you want to go back?"
Zhou Jiao shook her head, "Once a person is gone, everything else becomes meaningless. Why go back? On what grounds? It’s also good that she’s gone, I hope Mrs. Zhou can find a good next life soon."



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