TSWPF -Chapter 283 Feeling Wronged

“Liu Zhimou, what are you trying to do?” Li Qingling scrambled to pull the blanket over herself, staring at him.

Liu Zhimou gave her a silly grin, let out a drunken hiccup that almost made Li Qingling faint. She swore to herself that next time, she would never let him drink that much—he turned into this mess when drunk.

“Wife…” he cupped her face with both hands, whining in a spoiled tone, “Wife…”

Li Qingling’s heart softened at his antics. Half exasperated, half amused, she asked again what he wanted.

But the drunk man didn’t answer. He just kept calling out, “Wife, wife…”

Li Qingling eventually gave up and let him act spoiled.

“All right, all right. It’s really late. Let’s sleep, okay? We can deal with anything else tomorrow.”

If she didn’t coax him to sleep soon, she probably wouldn’t get any rest herself tonight.

“No.” He lifted his head, his eyes wet, pouting.

Li Qingling’s heart melted into a puddle. She couldn’t help planting a kiss on his lips and asking why it wasn’t okay.

Liu Zhimou tilted his head thoughtfully. Li Qingling expected some elaborate excuse, but in the end, he just repeated two simple words: “Not okay.”

Li Qingling let out a helpless smile, pinched his cheek, and continued coaxing him to bed.

“Wife…”

“What?”

“Wife…”

“I’m right here. What exactly do you want?” Li Qingling held his head steady, their eyes locked. “Say it directly. Don’t just keep calling me without finishing, how am I supposed to know what you want?”

“I feel bad…” Liu Zhimou said pitifully, “Wife, I feel bad.”

“Of course you feel bad, drinking so much.” Li Qingling scolded him half-heartedly while rubbing his temples to ease his discomfort.

She really hadn’t expected him to act like this when drunk. Seeing him uncomfortable made her heart ache. She decided he should never drink so much again—not only for this but also for his health.

“Not here.” Liu Zhimou blinked, muttering, grabbing her hand and trying to press it to the spot that hurt. “Here… hurts…”

Li Qingling blushed furiously. She tried to pull her hand back, but his strength was too much, and she couldn’t.

“Liu Zhimou…” she grit her teeth, calling his name. This guy was definitely being a drunken rascal.

Liu Zhimou looked at her innocently, still whining, “Wife, I feel bad.”

“….”

Li Qingling tried hard to keep a straight face. She cleared her throat and suggested, “How about taking a bath? After that, you won’t feel bad anymore.”

She hoped coaxing him into a bath would prevent him from being inappropriate.

But the clever man shook his head, refusing.

Li Qingling gritted her teeth and said firmly, “Then we sleep without a bath.” She closed her eyes, pretending to sleep.

“Wife…” came the pitiful voice again, his head nuzzling her neck.

Li Qingling was completely helpless at his constant spoiled antics. “Fine, I give in.” Blushing, she helped him.

…

The next morning, Liu Zhimou woke up with a splitting headache. Holding his head, he slowly sat up. Never again would he drink that much; his head hurt terribly.

“Ugh…” His movements woke Li Qingling. She half-opened her eyes and drowsily said, “You’re awake?”

After speaking, she turned over and went back to sleep.

Liu Zhimou turned to look at her bare back and immediately blushed. The fragmented memories of last night flooded back.

Last night… last night…

Covering his face, he realized thankfully nothing had gone too far. Otherwise…

After mentally preparing himself, he calmly covered himself with the blanket, quietly got out of bed, and had someone bring a few buckets of hot water. He needed a bath.

Not bathing last night had left him reeking of alcohol—he could hardly stand it himself, let alone his wife.

“Master, this is the hangover soup Miss instructed to be prepared last night,” the maid said quickly, bringing the soup as soon as Liu Zhimou opened the door.

Without a word, Liu Zhimou drank it, handed back the bowl, and whispered to the maid to be quiet, as the lady hadn’t woken yet.

The maid nodded and quietly left.

Once the hot water was brought in, Liu Zhimou closed the door and took a bath. Only after feeling completely refreshed did he come out.

“When did you get up? Did you take a bath?” Li Qingling sat on the edge of the bed, still drowsy, and asked sweetly.

Seeing her half-awake, Liu Zhimou smiled and went to her side, wrapping her in the blanket and giving her a kiss on the lips. “Still not fully awake? Go back to sleep. There’s nothing to do today anyway.” Last night, he had troubled her all night, keeping her from sleeping—his fault entirely.

Li Qingling closed her eyes with a soft sound, leaning against his chest, and soon fell back asleep.

Watching her drift in and out of sleep, Liu Zhimou smiled indulgently. Not in a rush, he held her and dozed off again.

When they woke again, it was nearly noon.

“Oh my, it’s so late! Why didn’t you wake me?” Li Qingling panicked, getting up. Returning to the Liu residence and sleeping in so late—how would the family see her?

“You? Why the hurry?” Liu Zhimou scooped her back up. “Nothing to do today. No need to rush.”

He didn’t want her to feel restricted at the Liu residence. He wanted her to be free, like at the Xue residence, waking up whenever she pleased.

If she felt constrained here, he would rather return to the Xue residence.

“Even if there’s nothing to do, I can’t wake up this late!” Li Qingling scolded him playfully. “What if others hear and talk about me?” This wasn’t the Xue residence, where she could sleep in freely.

A larger family meant more complexity.

Liu Zhimou turned her face to look at him seriously. “Ling’er, if you feel uncomfortable here, we can return to the Xue residence. Once my work is settled, we’ll move out again, okay?” He wouldn’t let anyone hurt his wife’s comfort.

Li Qingling looked at him for a while, then laughed, calling him a fool.

She leaned against his chest, hugging him tightly, feeling touched. “We just came back. Moving out again would make Grandpa and the Liu family look bad. It’s fine to stay here for now. We won’t be here long anyway.” She couldn’t be selfish and move out just for herself—it wouldn’t be fair to Liu Zhimou.

Liu Zhimou ruffled her hair. “It’s okay, as long as you’re happy.”

“No, I don’t want anyone pointing fingers at you, saying you’re unfilial or anything. I won’t allow that.” Li Qingling shook her head firmly, disagreeing. “We won’t be here long. Let’s endure it for now, okay?”

Liu Zhimou shook his head with a smile. Her tone sounded like she was pouting.

“All right. After lunch, let’s go back and see the two little ones. I wonder how they’re doing—especially Ning Ning. Did she cry?”

He also wanted to bring the children back to live with them, but they didn’t want to, so he had to respect their wishes.

Thinking of the siblings left at the Xue residence, Li Qingling felt a little down, worried about them.

“All right, after lunch, we’ll go back.” Li Qingling nodded. “Let me get dressed and freshen up first.”

Knowing she was shy, Liu Zhimou kissed her forehead, released her, and left.

By the time Li Qingling finished washing up, lunch was ready.

Smiling at her, Liu Zhimou gestured for her to come sit.

No sooner had she sat down than Liu Zhiyan and Liu Zhirou arrived.

“Sis-in-law, you’re up?” Liu Zhirou said with a smile.

Li Qingling nodded uncomfortably, then asked if they had eaten.

“We ate. Seeing you and big brother still asleep, second brother and I ate first.”

Li Qingling felt even more embarrassed. For someone her age to sleep in so late…

She couldn’t help glaring at Liu Zhimou—he was to blame for not waking her.

Liu Zhimou caught her gaze, smiled helplessly, and served her some food. He glanced at Liu Zhirou and Liu Zhiyan and asked how they slept last night.

“Fine,” Liu Zhiyan said.

“No!” Liu Zhirou twisted her fingers, feeling wronged. “I missed Ning Ning.” Having slept together her whole life, even with so many rooms at the Xue residence, she and Ning Ning always shared a room. Sleeping alone now, she couldn’t fall asleep.

Li Qingling put down her chopsticks, patted Liu Zhirou’s head, and comforted her: “they’d go back soon to see Ning Ning and Xiao Feng.”

Hearing this, Liu Zhirou’s eyes lit up. “Can we go home now?”

Li Qingling exchanged a look with Liu Zhimou before saying, “Rou Rou, this is your home too. We have to stay here for a while.”

Instantly, Liu Zhirou’s expression fell. Pouting, she said pitifully, “This isn’t my home.”

The unfamiliar environment made her feel uneasy, worried that a small mistake would make others laugh at her.