People in the alley: A woman dressed as a man shouldn't be foolishly filial, Zhuang Chaoying

When he returned to Ah Ling's house, he checked the time and it was already past four o'clock.

Having stayed here for ten days, it's time to go back, after all, Ah Ling only took half a month off.

"Supergirl is back! Where did she go on such a long journey?"

As Zhuang Chaoying changed his shoes, he replied with a smile, "I went to the antique shop, but they didn't have any foreign exchange certificates, so I didn't buy anything!" With that, he went straight to the kitchen, turned on the tap, and carefully washed his hands.

Mr. Huang, sitting on the sofa in the living room, smiled when he heard this: "Those are specifically sold to foreigners. They have both genuine and fake ones. Come on, sit down and eat. Ah Ling said you're going home tomorrow."

Zhuang Chaoying sat down as instructed, and Huang's father, in high spirits, got up and brought over a glass of baijiu (Chinese liquor).

Seeing this, Zhuang Chaoying quickly waved her hand and said, "Dad, stop drinking. I really can't hold my liquor."

But Mr. Huang was not about to give up and insisted on pouring him wine.

Zhuang Chaoying couldn't let the old man pour her wine, so she quickly got up and took the bottle: "Dad, let me pour you some. You should drink less, drinking is bad for your health!"

Huang's mother rolled her eyes at her husband and said, "That's right, look how good Chaoying is, he doesn't smoke or drink."

Mr. Huang glared at Mrs. Huang: "If a man doesn't smoke or drink, what's the point of his life? Isn't that what Chao Ying is all about?"

Zhuang Chaoying silently replied in her heart, "I'm sorry, Dad, he's not a man!"

If you have no interest in cigarettes and alcohol, then what's so good about alcohol that's so strong?

But he quickly agreed, "Okay, Dad, I'll have a drink with you, just one!"

Mr. Huang nodded in satisfaction. "Alright, one cup is better than nothing, fill it up!"

After downing a glass of baijiu, Zhuang Chaoying immediately felt a little dizzy. He forced himself to eat another bowl of rice, but then he couldn't hold back any longer and said, "Mom, Dad, I'm a little dizzy. You two eat slowly!"

After saying that, he went back to his room and collapsed onto the bed.

After drinking alcohol, it really is a good time to sleep.

After tidying up the table, Huang Ling carried in a basin of water, gently placed it on the ground, and turned to close the door.

She looked at Zhuang Chaoying lying on the bed, her brows furrowing slightly: "Look at you, if you can't drink, then don't. Dad's not an outsider." Hearing the voice, Zhuang Chaoying turned to the side, looking at Huang Ling with hazy, drunken eyes, a silly smile on her lips: "I don't want to drink either, but my father-in-law is so insistent, I can't refuse!"

The voice was drawn out, with a hint of coquetry.

Huang Ling sighed helplessly, picked up a towel, walked to the bedside, and helped Zhuang Chaoying sit up. "Sit up and wipe your face! Why are you so heavy? Can't you move around a little?"

As Huang Ling spoke, she gently wiped Zhuang Chaoying's face and hands.

Zhuang Chaoying leaned against the headboard, her eyes glazed over as she watched Ah Ling's busy figure; every movement of hers seemed to possess a unique charm.

Perhaps it was the alcohol that emboldened him; fueled by the alcohol, he suddenly reached out and pulled Huang Ling into his arms.

This is what is commonly known as "alcohol emboldens the timid!"

Huang Ling was startled by this sudden action, her body stiffened slightly, and she put her hands on her chest: "Chao Ying, what are you doing? Behave yourself!"

Zhuang Chaoying had been sharing a blanket with Sister Ling every day for the past few days, and he felt a strong urge to do so. At that moment, he was embracing Sister Ling.

Is this what liking someone is? Is this what it means to be moved?

"Ah Ling, I don't know what's wrong with me lately. Whenever I'm in contact with you, my heart races. Am I sick?"

Huang Ling looked at Chao Ying, who was drunk and talking nonsense, her cheeks slightly flushed: "Chao Ying, you've had too much to drink!"

Zhuang Chaoying cupped her face in her hands, her fingers gently touching her skin.

She rubbed her mouth up and down, and looking at the deformed mouth she had made, Zhuang Chaoying burst out laughing.

Huang Ling was both ashamed and angry. She tried to break free from his embrace, but he held her even tighter.

Zhuang Chaoying stopped smiling and slowly approached Huang Ling. Huang Ling nervously closed her eyes. Just as their lips were about to touch, Zhuang Chaoying suddenly stopped and let out a loud burp. The strong smell of alcohol instantly filled the air between them.

Huang Ling suddenly opened her eyes, both amused and exasperated. She pushed Zhuang Chaoying away forcefully, and Zhuang Chaoying fell onto the bed.

Huang Ling carried the basin of water to the toilet, slowly poured the water into the toilet bowl, and then began to wash up.

She looked at herself in the mirror, pinched her face, and noticed that her wrinkles seemed to have lessened and her skin was more elastic. It probably really was related to her mood, as her mother had said. After tidying herself up, she went back to her room.

After taking off his outer clothes and trousers, and putting on his thermal underwear, he turned over Zhuang Chaoying and lay down on the inside of the bed.

Zhuang Chaoying, still half-asleep, seemed to sense something, slightly lifting her eyelids and leaning closer: "Ah Ling~~"

Huang Ling patted his hand gently, as if coaxing a child: "Chao Ying, you've had too much to drink, go to sleep!"

"Ah Ling, I'm not drunk!"

Huang Ling helplessly fanned her face with her hand: "Chao Ying, your breath smells like alcohol~~"

Zhuang Chaoying subconsciously breathed on his hand, the smell of which he couldn't stand: "Pfft! I'm going to brush my teeth!" He then propped himself up, wobbled, grabbed his toothbrush, and left the room.

After a long while, Zhuang Chaoying tiptoed back, lay down on the bed, and asked in a low voice, "Ah Ling, are you asleep?"

Huang Ling, with her back to him, said, "No! Chao Ying, how come I didn't notice before that you were talking so much after drinking?"

Zhuang Chaoying's courage grew stronger under the influence of alcohol, and she boldly hugged Huang Ling from behind: "Ling, do you like me now or me before?"

Huang Ling opened her eyes and turned around to see Zhuang Chaoying's large face right in front of her.

Out of concern, he reached out and touched Zhuang Chaoying's forehead, then touched his own: "Your temperature is normal. Chaoying, what's wrong with you today? Why are you talking nonsense?"

"Ah Ling, I'm not talking nonsense. I'm perfectly sober now."

Huang Ling turned around and remained silent for a long while. Then she slowly lay down on the bed, as if she had mustered up a lot of courage, and reached out to touch Chao Ying's stubble-covered face: "Chao Ying, I like you now. You've become someone who knows how to protect me, the children, and our home. Chao Ying, will you always protect me and the children?"

Zhuang Chaoying looked into her eyes and nodded firmly: "Ah Ling, I will!"

Huang Ling turned around and hugged Zhuang Chaoying, their chests colliding firmly.

At this moment, Zhuang Chaoying was very afraid. He was afraid that he would suddenly leave and return to his original world.

[System, will I be able to leave midway?]

[The host can choose to leave immediately or die of old age upon completion of the mission!]

Hearing this answer, Zhuang Chaoying breathed a sigh of relief. He was really afraid that after he left, the original Zhuang Chaoying would come back and continue to make Ah Ling and the child suffer and be exploited.

Thinking of this, his heart finally calmed down a bit, and he hugged Huang Ling tighter in his arms.

When I first came to this world, I just treated it as a mission. These were all virtual characters, but after spending so much time with them...

He truly felt that these people were not virtual beings; they had their own emotions, dreams, and obsessions, and their joys and sorrows were so real and tangible.

This is not just a TV series with a predetermined plot; the characters are real, flesh-and-blood people, and Zhuang Chaoying is one of them.

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