Chapter 27: Willing to Indulge

“What are you standing there for? Why aren’t you bringing it in? Blocking the doorway and hurting my eyes,” Yu Wenjing said, rolling her eyes at Luo Yixia with practiced ease.

Luo Yixia let out a sigh. Don’t get angry, don’t get angry, she told herself. I’m used to it, I’m used to it...

Her mother was getting on in years and had hit menopause; she wouldn’t stoop to argue with her.

“Chengyi, why did you bring Xiaxia home today? What would you like for lunch? I’ll cook it myself for you,” her mother called out.

Luo Yixia, who had just taken a few steps, almost choked on her own blood at those words...

“Mom, I just brought Xiaxia home to pick up some things,” Song Chengyi replied with his usual gentle tone, a soft smile still lingering on his lips now and then.

When Luo Yixia came back out, she saw Song Chengyi sitting on the living room sofa, her mother beside him, with a spread of fruit and juice laid out before them.

She plopped down onto the sofa without ceremony, picked up the glass of juice in front of Song Chengyi, and took a big sip.

“You silly girl, if you want a drink, can’t you get it yourself?” Yu Wenjing scolded.

Luo Yixia was long used to this.

“It’s fine, he’s not thirsty,” Luo Yixia said, continuing to drink. Hmm, orange flavor—her favorite.

Song Chengyi immediately echoed her, “It’s fine, I’m not thirsty. Let Xiaxia have it.”

“Chengyi, don’t spoil her. The more you indulge her, the more out of hand she gets.”

“It’s alright; I like spoiling her,” Song Chengyi said, gazing at Luo Yixia with deep affection.

Their eyes met for a moment, and she choked on her juice. “Cough... cough, cough...”

Song Chengyi quickly moved to sit beside her, patting her back gently. “Are you alright? Are you okay?”

Her face turned bright red. She shook her head.

Song Chengyi chuckled softly, “Drink slowly... No one’s going to snatch it from you.”

Madam Yu Wenjing sat off to the side, watching her daughter and son-in-law. Seeing them like this, she finally felt reassured. It seemed they got along well enough. She had worried before that Xiaxia and Song Chengyi wouldn’t get along—after all, why get married in the first place? Although Song Chengyi had insisted he liked Xiaxia, everyone knew that after what had happened, he was just taking responsibility.

Luo Yixia glared at the man beside her. What was that supposed to mean? Didn’t he know why she choked? Pretending not to know. Why put on such an affectionate act in front of her mother?

Spoiling her? When had he ever spoiled her...

Terrifying... This man was truly terrifying... So calculating and deep...

Once her coughing had subsided, Yu Wenjing instructed again, “Xiaxia, go call Zhou Yun over. We’ll all have dinner together today—make it lively.”

Song Chengyi stood up. “I’ll go with you.”

“No need. Just sit here. If you take one more step, a certain lady will feel sorry for you,” Luo Yixia muttered under her breath.

She heard a certain lady snort at that.

Then Luo Yixia quickly darted next door.

“Mom, did Dad go to work today?” Luo Yixia asked, seeing Zhou Yun knitting on the sofa.

“Yes, yes. Your dad’s always so busy at the company,” Zhou Yun replied with a smile.

“Just like mine—always busy, always working hard,” Luo Yixia nodded.

But her eyes were immediately drawn to what Zhou Yun had in her hands. “Mom, are you knitting? Huh? Are those socks? Why are they so tiny?”

“Of course baby socks are small.”

“Baby? For which relative’s little one?” Luo Yixia pinched the tiny socks. So cute.