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

The apartments in Jian'anfang, Xuhui District, that were purchased last year are in a newly built community. Lin Dongzhe and Pengfei each bought two apartments.

Two couples.

In Xiaoting's living room, ribbons hung crookedly from the chandelier, and balloons lay scattered haphazardly in the corners of the floor.

After more than a week of preparations, the wedding finally came to a successful end. Friends, classmates, and colleagues left after celebrating and singing.

Lin Dongzhe, his face flushed and eyes glazed over from drinking, slumped on the sofa. His tie hung loosely around his neck, and the top two buttons of his shirt had popped open, revealing his tanned skin.

Xiaoting tiptoed over, squatted in front of the sofa, and gently poked his burning face with her fingertips.

"Dongcheol, Dongcheol, wake up."

Lin Dongzhe didn't react, his head tilted to one side. Xiaoting pursed her lips, cupped his face in her hands, and gently squeezed it. Looking at his lips that were squeezed out of shape, she couldn't help but burst out laughing.

She leaned down and quickly kissed him on the lips, but was choked by the strong smell of alcohol and frowned. She hurriedly straightened up and complained softly.

"Honestly, it stinks!" But the smile on his lips couldn't be hidden.

Then, she began to help Lin Dongzhe take off his suit jacket, struggling to pull his arm while muttering to herself.

"Lin Dongzhe, put some effort into it, lift your arm up."

Just then, Lin Dongzhe, who was lying on the sofa, trembled slightly with his eyelashes, blinked rapidly, closed his eyes quickly, and raised his arm in a very cooperative manner.

Xiaoting didn't notice this detail and continued to focus on unbuckling his belt.

"Butt, lift your butt up a bit." Soon, Lin Dongzhe, wearing only a vest, underwear, and socks, was sprawled on the sofa.

Xiaoting raised her hand to wipe the sweat from her forehead, glared at Lin Dongzhe, and snorted.

"Sleeping like a log, I'm not going to bother with you anymore!"

She picked up a towel, neatly placed her change of clothes on the stool by the bathroom door, turned around and went into the bathroom, turned on the shower, and hot water gushed out.

As soon as Xiaoting entered the bathroom, Lin Dongzhe, who was sitting on the sofa, immediately opened his eyes and a triumphant smile appeared on his lips.

Although I drank quite a bit today, I felt a little dizzy just now.

However, the social engagements he had attended over the years had already built up his alcohol tolerance. That's right, he came clean; he had been faking being drunk.

He rubbed his throbbing temples, a surge of desire driving him to stand up, his feet moving uncontrollably toward the bathroom.

Standing at the bathroom door, listening to the rushing water inside, Lin Dongzhe's Adam's apple bobbed, and his heart pounded faster and faster.

He took a deep breath, reached out, and gently knocked on the door, his voice hoarse yet full of anticipation.

"Xiao Ting~~"

The sound of flowing water stopped abruptly, replaced by Xiaoting's panicked voice. "Lin Dongzhe, weren't you drunk?"

"Xiaoting, can I...can I go in?"

Before Xiaoting could answer, the bathroom door was suddenly pushed open.

The two looked at each other.

"Lin Dongzhe, you...you...you~~~~" Before Xiaoting could finish speaking, Lin Dongzhe silenced her with a kiss.

She instinctively stepped back, her back hitting the water heater switch, and the showerhead suddenly sprayed out a large amount of hot water, instantly soaking both of them.

Xiaoting tried to push Lin Dongzhe away and walk out quickly, but as soon as she turned around, he pulled her back into his arms with his strong arms.

She felt both ashamed and anxious, but she was also worried that Lin Dongzhe was still drunk and might bump into something in the slippery bathroom. So she could only reluctantly stay where she was.

After a long while, the two of them washed and dried themselves off, and Lin Dongzhe carried Xiaoting, who was wrapped in a bath towel, out of the bathroom.

Xiaoting, whom he had waited for, thought about, and longed for for so long, finally belonged to him completely.

He gently stroked Xiaoting's hair.

"Xiaoting, am I ready?"

Having already been completely open with him, Xiaoting looked into his eyes and nodded gently, her other hand instinctively pressing against his burning chest—where his heart was pounding like a drum, gradually merging with her own heartbeat.

A few minutes later.

"Huh? Lin Dongzhe?"

The two of them stood there dumbfounded, unsure how to face the situation. Lin Dongzhe swallowed awkwardly. "Xiaoting, me?"

Xiaoting reached out and touched his messy hair. "It's okay, Dongzhe, let's go to sleep. You must be tired."

.....

On their wedding night, the atmosphere in the two new rooms was completely different.

Meanwhile, on the other side, it was Xiao Zhou and Peng Fei's wedding night.

The wedding had just ended, and before all the relatives and friends had left, Zhou Yaqin received a call from the research institute.

The anxious voice of a colleague came from the other end of the phone. Their research project had encountered a thorny problem, especially the key unit she was responsible for, which was facing serious obstacles.

Only Zhou Yaqin understands the core unit technology involved in this problem, and only she is capable of proposing a practical solution.

The only solution is to ask her to return to the research institute immediately to handle the situation.

Upon hearing this news, Zhou Yaqin felt conflicted and apologetic towards Pengfei and the others.

On one hand, there is a crucial work challenge that concerns the progress of the research project;

On the other side is her new marriage to Pengfei.

Seeing her troubled expression, Pengfei didn't hesitate or complain. "Don't worry, work is important. I'll go with you."

After saying goodbye to their parents and relatives, the two hurriedly headed to the research institute.

Upon arriving at the research institute, Zhou Yaqin quickly got to work.

She and her colleagues sat around the conference table, carefully studying various data and plans.

Pengfei sat in the chair, lost in thought.

Time flew by during the intense discussions and research, and it was already 7 p.m. when the problem was finally solved.

The two returned to their new home, cooked two simple bowls of noodles, and ate them in silence without exchanging many words.

After finishing their noodles, they washed up.

At this moment, Zhou Yaqin was probably exhausted from working on the research institute's affairs for days, coupled with the busyness of today's wedding, and her body had reached its limit.

While Pengfei went to the kitchen to heat up milk for her, when he returned to the room with the steaming, fragrant milk, he found Zhou Yaqin already asleep on the table.

Pengfei tiptoed over, gently placed the milk on the table, then slowly bent down, stretched out his arms, and carefully picked her up.

The moment she picked her up, Zhou Yaqin opened her eyes.

She instinctively reached out and hugged Pengfei's neck, slightly adjusting her position so he could hold her more easily, and then gently rested her head on his neck.

The warm breath exhaled onto Pengfei's skin, causing goosebumps to rise all over his body.

"Pengfei, I'm sorry, today is our wedding day, but I have to go to the research institute and can't spend more time with you."

Pengfei turned his head and looked at her, who still had sleepy eyes.

"I told you before we got married that I would always support your work. It's nothing, don't take it to heart."

"Pengfei, thank you."

Pengfei strode towards the bedroom, asking softly as he went, "Does your time belong to me now?"

Zhou Yaqin looked at him and nodded gently. "You can decide what to do with the rest of the time."

Soon, the two arrived at the bedroom.

Pengfei gently placed Zhou Yaqin on the soft bed, then slipped into the covers himself, holding her tightly and whispering...

"go to bed!"

Zhou Yaqin understood that Pengfei was worried about her, as she had been busy with research at the institute these past few days and had gotten up too early this morning, leaving her physically and mentally exhausted. He wanted her to get some rest.

But today is, after all, their most important wedding day, and she felt that going to sleep like this would be a waste of this special moment.

Zhou Yaqin said softly that she didn't want her wedding night to be filled with regrets or just pass by uneventfully. "Pengfei, I can do it."

Pengfei lowered his head and gently kissed her eyes, then kissed her nose, and finally, his lips gently touched hers.

Then, he tightened his embrace around the person.

"You just said that the rest of the time is mine, and sleeping is my only request of you. Get some rest, there are still many days ahead."

Zhou Yaqin gave a soft "hmm," she was indeed really tired.

Listening to Pengfei's steady breathing, he nestled in her arms, found a comfortable position, closed his eyes peacefully, and quickly drifted off to sleep.

She smiled as she slept, as if she were looking forward to her married life.

.......