classifiedscript Chapter 181 Then we're even.
Chapter 181 Then we're even.
Chapter 181 Then we're even.
It's simply impossible to guard against!
Lin Yourong turned around in shame and indignation, raised her little pink fist, and punched Yu Huan on the shoulder.
Yu Huan carefully savored the firm, full elasticity, then turned to her and gave her a shameless "hehe" smile.
Seeing that smug, obnoxious grin, Lin Yourong, completely helpless, puffed out her cheeks and turned away in frustration.
Yu Huan spat out the foam in her mouth and rinsed her mouth with water.
He slightly raised his chin and looked at his stubble in the mirror; it was indeed quite long.
Just then, Lin Yourong suddenly returned.
Yu Huan was taken aback by the aggressive demeanor, realizing that she had once again angered the warrior of pure love.
Unexpectedly, she stopped beside him, then stood on tiptoe and gave him a hard peck on the face.
The sudden action startled Yu Huan slightly.
He tilted his head, feeling the soft lips against his face, and a bright smile appeared on his face in the mirror.
Looking at Lin Yourong's flushed face in the mirror, he teased her softly, "If I touch you and you kiss me, we're even!"
Upon hearing this, Lin Yourong, whose heel had just touched the ground, gave him a gentle push with a coquettish expression.
He remained silent, head drooping, and then ran away.
"Rongrong~"
Yu Huan called out to her.
Just as he was about to tell her about the leaked new song, this shout didn't stop her.
Yu Huan scratched his head, feeling the urge to urinate, and quickly went to the toilet to relieve himself.
Water splashed everywhere.
The impact was significant.
After finishing, he returned to the sink, took a three-tiered manual razor from the cabinet underneath, leaned out of the bathroom, and called out to Old Lin, who was sitting at the dining table eating fried dough sticks and drinking lactose-free milk:
"Dad, can I use your razor?"
After saying that, he waved the man's tool in his hand.
Old Lin looked up at him, waved his hand, and said in a deep voice, "Just use it directly, why are you talking to me?"
Yu Huan smiled brightly and shrank back.
With two lifetimes combined and decades of shaving experience, he was able to shave off his stubble cleanly in an instant.
After washing her face and drying it with a towel, Yu Huan nodded in satisfaction as she looked at her refreshed reflection in the mirror.
He then moved to the dining table and plopped down opposite Lao Lin and his mother-in-law.
The elderly couple were both looking at their phones.
The mother-in-law smiled and pushed the two bowls and plates closest to them to the middle of the table: "I just bought them not long ago, Xiao Yu, eat them while they're hot."
"Okay!" Yu Huan replied.
Two large fried dough sticks.
Three big steamed buns.
They were served in separate bowls and plates.
The aroma was irresistible, making Yu Huan, who was starving after a night's rest, drool.
However, Yu Huan first reached for a carton of lactose-free milk on the table, inserted a straw, and took a big gulp. Then, he took out his phone from his pocket before starting to eat his fried dough sticks.
He ate breakfast while browsing Weibo for comments about the leaked new song.
The hashtag '#Lin Su's new song leaked' has actually climbed to the 37th spot on the trending topics list.
The sheer size of her online following made it impossible for Lin Yourong's smaller fanbase to effectively manage the online comments.
Friendly comments from passersby made up half of the comments, while the madness of die-hard fans and the trolls' remarks, from his perspective of browsing Weibo, roughly split the other half.
The trolls' points of attack were varied. Some said it was definitely a marketing tactic, some said the intro was terrible, some said it wasn't a song but noise, and many more were just making sarcastic and mocking remarks about the Happy Camp program team.
The only thing that didn't people argue was that the melody of the song was bad, or that Lin Su's singing skills were poor.
Massive traffic can bring uncertainty to public opinion.
Yu Huan's assessment of this can be summed up in four words:
All the best.
No wonder Lin Yourong could go back to sleep as if nothing had happened; I wonder if she even knew about this.
Yu Huan clicked on Lin Yourong's profile from his Weibo following list. Her latest Weibo post was still the one from a week ago promoting her album, but her number of followers had already increased to 3.7 million.
"Xiao Yu, go and wake You Rong up later." His mother-in-law's voice interrupted his thoughts.
Yu Huan raised her head.
His mother-in-law smiled and continued speaking to him:
"She has to go to Qiantang tonight, so you still need to pack and organize your things. Try to move everything that needs to be moved today, don't drag it out, and get it done in one go."
Yu Huan nodded with her cheeks puffed out and mumbled an "okay".
During their conversation, Lao Lin suddenly put his phone back in his pocket, picked up the bottle of milk, and drank it all in one gulp.
He stood up, sighed, and said, "I'm going to Malan Mountain to have tea with Lao Qin. I probably won't be back for lunch."
Without waiting for their response, he drifted towards the entrance like a ghost.
A moment later, the sound of a door closing softly reached her ears. Her mother-in-law leaned back in her chair, watching Yu Huan eating fried dough sticks, and said with a smile, "Your dad tossed and turned in bed all night and didn't sleep well at all."
"Huh?" Yu Huan seemed to understand but not quite.
The mother-in-law started tidying up the empty milk cartons she and Lao Lin had left behind, explaining, "Our daughter is moving out, and she's been sighing since she woke up. He seems strict on the surface, but he actually cares about Yourong much more than I do. Isn't the reason we're going to Malanshan to discuss things related to the show?"
Yu Huan, whose idea had been confirmed, scratched his head and said, "Mom, why do I feel like you—" His mother-in-law interrupted him abruptly with a smile, "I don't care, anyway, you live right next to my workplace."
Upon hearing this, Yu Huan was left speechless, unsure whether to laugh or cry.
He quickly finished a large meat bun, stood up, and said, "Mom, I'll go wake Rongrong up."
The mother-in-law, supporting herself on the edge of the table, also stood up and said, "I'll go prepare some dishes. Xiaoru is coming over for lunch later."
“Okay.” Yu Huan naturally knew who Xiao Ru, the person his mother-in-law was talking about, was.
He tore off a tissue and carefully wiped his hands, then threw it and the milk carton into the trash can next to the dining table.
He walked to Lin Yourong's door, gently placed his hand on the doorknob, turned it slightly to make sure the door wasn't locked, and then quietly pushed the door open and went inside.
The curtains were drawn tightly, with only sparse sunlight filtering through the gaps, making the room somewhat dim.
Nevertheless, Yu Huan was still able to make out the view inside the room with difficulty.
Instead of closing the door, he carefully pushed it back until the doorstop gently touched it.
Then he tiptoed ten steps to the bedside to observe his wife, who was taking a nap.
It's absolutely unbearable to look at!
The head is facing a corner.
The foot is pointing towards a corner.
Lin Yourong lay sprawled on the bed, her long legs sticking out from under her pink pajama bottoms, her sleeping posture extremely unrestrained.
No wonder she wears pajamas to bed.
Otherwise, you'd definitely catch a cold in the dead of winter, right?
From the bulge of the blanket, one can vaguely imagine her sleeping posture, sprawled out.
Her thick, dark hair, as if blown by a strong wind, was scattered wildly on the pillow and sheets, while strands covered her small, oval face, and some even wrapped around her neck as if it were being strangled.
It's strange, like some kind of oddball.
So, it turns out that when I slept with him last time, my hair wasn't messy at all, except for one leg sticking out, which meant I was actually being quite disciplined?
Looking at her unkempt appearance, Yu Huan tried hard to purse her lips so as not to laugh out loud.
He bent down and carefully observed Lin Yourong's slightly flaring nostrils, while faintly hearing her even breathing.
He carefully brushed the strands of hair from her face, revealing her delicate and serene face, which finally didn't look so strange anymore.
A kind of messy beauty comes to mind, which is completely different from her usual smart and neat image, forming a stark contrast, but it also makes her exude a unique charm.
Yu Huan gently called out "Rongrong," but the words lingered for a long time before she fell into a deep sleep, her eyelashes not even fluttering.
Then don't blame him for being impolite!
He lowered his head and pressed his lips to her cheek, sucking on her soft cheek flesh.
A flurry of kisses.
It made a loud sucking sound!
Lin Yourong suddenly opened her almond-shaped eyes and stared straight at Yu Huan's face, which was so close to hers.
Her eyes were filled with shock.
A pair of small hands landed on Yu Huan's shoulders and gently pushed him: "Get lost~"
This negligible force emboldened Yu Huan, who moved down and pressed his lips against hers.
Lin Yourong's breathing became erratic, but she suddenly turned to the side, shrinking her body and burying her head in the quilt.
From under the covers came her muffled, coquettish voice: "I haven't even brushed my teeth!"
"I don't dislike you!"
Yu Huan patted her rounded breasts through the blankets.
This seemed to wind her up, and she immediately wriggled to the other side of the bed like a caterpillar.
Yu Huan couldn't help but laugh out loud: "Your mom told me to wake you up, saying she needs to pack up our things so we can move to the company housing area all at once."
"I know!" Lin Yourong said in a muffled voice.
At the same time, there was a throbbing sensation at the head position inside the blanket.
Yu Huan pretended not to notice that she was trying to salvage her personal image.
He paused for a moment, then continued, "By the way, your phone isn't with you, so I have to tell you something. Someone was secretly recording at the recording site, and around midnight today, they leaked your album's title track ahead of schedule."
"What!?"
Lin Yourong immediately poked her head out, her long black hair flowing smoothly, her almond-shaped eyes wide and round, and said urgently:
"Why didn't Sister Ru call my mom to contact me?"
Yu Huan raised her hand to stroke her chin, pondered for a moment, and then said, "Don't worry, when I was having breakfast just now, I saw that the related topic had already climbed to number 30 on the trending search list. As a professional, I can say with certainty that this is great news for you—"
He paused, lowered his hand, and a bright smile spread across his face: "You, just eat and drink as you please, and spend the day with me."
Hearing his words, Lin Yourong's worries dissipated considerably.
She smiled and nodded: "Okay! I'll listen to you."
"So, what exactly are you going to do in Qiantang?" Yu Huan asked curiously.
Lin Yourong, still wrapped in the blanket, sat up in bed and giggled, "You can see me on Zhejiang TV tomorrow night at nine o'clock, it'll be live!"
"Oh?" Yu Huan was taken aback, then suddenly realized: "The New Year's Eve party."
"Ok!"
(End of this chapter)