Bloody Romance: I, the big troublemaker, Zhong Yuemin!

Chapter 465 Jealousy Across the Pacific Ocean!

The party ended and he didn't get back until after nine o'clock at night. He had drunk quite a bit, and his steps were a little unsteady. He had to lean on his wife's shoulder most of the time to walk steadily.

Back in the bedroom, Zhou Xiaobai practically half-carried, half-lifted her man to sit down on the bed.

"I told you to drink less, but you always do this."

Zhou Xiaobai complained softly, but her hands deftly took off his coat, shoes, and socks.

"Rest for a bit, I'll make you a strong cup of tea to help you sober up."

Zhong Yuemin gave a muffled reply, leaned against the headboard, and kept his eyelids closed.

The little girl wasn't asleep yet either. Hearing the noise, she ran over barefoot, "tap tap tap," and leaned against the edge of the bed. Her big, dark eyes were full of worry. She looked at her father, then at her mother, and asked timidly in her little voice:

"Father, you won't die, will you?"

Zhong Yuemin was amused by the child's innocent words, and he forced his eyes open, raising his hand to gently stroke his daughter's soft hair.

My little darling is so sweet!

"Yes, Father won't die, he just drank too much!"

The little girl was relieved and nodded seriously, giving the instructions like a little adult:

"Okay, it's a deal then, you can't die!"

"Yeah, it's agreed."

Zhong Yuemin felt a warm glow in his heart, and the effects of the alcohol seemed to dissipate somewhat.

At this moment, Zhou Xiaobai brought in hot tea: "Here, take a few sips slowly."

Just as Zhong Yuemin was about to take it, Xiao Ling'er had already climbed onto the bed, using both her hands and feet, and approached the teacup. She puffed out her pink cheeks and carefully blew on it.

"Daddy, let Ling'er blow on it for you, then it won't be so hot!"

"Thank you, our little Ling'er."

Zhong Yuemin smiled, took the tea, and slowly sipped the hot tea.

Little Ling was happy to receive the praise and rolled around on the bed. Suddenly remembering something, she looked up at her mother and said:

"Mom, Daddy said he won't die, so I don't need to find a new daddy!"

The child's innocent words surprised the two adults, who then looked at each other and smiled. With such a little angel by their side, the lights in the room seemed to soften a bit.

After playing with her for a while, the little girl finally started yawning and her eyelids began to droop. She was sleepy, so Zhou Xiaobai carried her to the small bed next to her, carefully took off her coat, covered her with a blanket, and gently patted her until her breathing became even and long.

After settling the children in, I quickly washed up, changed into my pajamas, and then got into the big bed from the other side.

Her man's strong arms naturally wrapped around her, pulling her into his embrace. He slipped into her pajamas, and his large, calloused hands habitually covered her soft breasts.

Zhou Xiaobai's face flushed slightly. She gently twisted her body and scolded, "Keep your hands to yourself... You're so drunk, why don't you calm down?"

Despite saying that, he didn't actually push her away; instead, he moved even closer, letting her do as she pleased.

After a quiet moment of snuggling, Zhou Xiaobai suddenly remembered something, looked up, and gazed at her husband's sharply defined profile in the dim light of the bedside lamp. Her voice was soft, yet tinged with a hint of accusation.

"Yuemin, who is that Yang Qing...?"

As Zhong Yuemin was enjoying the warmth and softness in his arms and his mind was wandering, his hands visibly stiffened and stopped moving.

Zhou Xiaobai's blush hadn't faded, so she naturally sensed it too.

"What? Why are you panicking?"

"Why would I panic?" Zhong Yuemin composed himself and pretended to be relaxed. "It's not what you think."

"What do you mean?" Her tone was laced with sarcasm.

Zhong Yuemin looked down at his wife's rare display of girlishness and couldn't help but chuckle.

That smile made Zhou Xiaobai's face burn even hotter. She lightly punched his firm chest, her voice filled with grievance and dissatisfaction.

"You're still laughing? You're a married man, your kids are old enough to run errands, and you're still out there... fooling around with other women, humph!"

"No, really. Don't listen to Haiyang's nonsense. You've known him for a long time. He can't even keep his mouth shut."

Zhong Yuemin tightened his arms, holding his wife even closer, his chin resting on the top of her soft hair, his voice becoming deep and slow.

"This Yang Qing is an overseas Chinese from the United States. I know her because of a rescue mission in the Gobi Desert, the Kunlun Mountains restricted area, and the Valley of Death... I have saved her twice."

"A mission? The Northwest?"

Zhou Xiaobai raised his head, his expression turning serious.

"Tell me about it in detail."

Zhong Yuemin then briefly recounted the scientific expedition and rescue mission he had undertaken several years ago, venturing deep into the Death Valley of the Kunlun Mountains.

The eerie, powerful magnetic field, the sudden thunderstorms, the all-consuming quicksand, the ferocious, swift, and inhuman "mantises," and the green-haired giant ape sealed in a chained coffin...

Although he spoke calmly, deliberately omitting many dangerous details, Zhou Xiaobai still felt her heart pounding and couldn't help but shrink closer into his arms.

"Do...do man-eating monsters really exist in this world?" His voice was strained.

Zhong Yuemin nodded.

"Yeah, that mission cost us more than a dozen lives. We were lucky to come back. God help us."

Zhou Xiaobai remained silent for a while before pouting, poking his chest with her finger, and saying in a muffled voice:

"You've never told me about these things in detail before. If Haiyang hadn't mentioned Yang Qing at the dinner table today, which brought all this up, were you planning to keep it from me forever?"

Why should I tell you?

Zhong Yuemin kissed his wife's hair, his voice low and gentle.

"I made you worry for nothing. Look, I'm back safe and sound."

"Well, you're back, and you even saved that girl's life twice. No wonder she can't forget you. Captain Zhong's charm is irresistible, even across the Pacific Ocean."

Zhong Yuemin chuckled and gave his wife a light pat on her plump buttocks.

"No matter how charming you are, it's useless. She's probably already back in America, thousands of miles away. What are you being so jealous about?"

"Why did you hit me?!" Zhou Xiaobai protested.

"I think you deserve to be punished."

Still slightly tipsy, Zhong Yuemin was further aroused by his wife's rare coquettishness, as if he had returned to his youth. With a swift movement, he rolled over, gently pinning her beneath him, his gaze burning as he stared at the alluring, voluptuous woman.

"Looks like I'll have to teach you a lesson tonight and show you who's in charge here."

"Don't make trouble..."

Zhou Xiaobai blushed and hurriedly glanced at her sleeping daughter on the small bed next to her.

"The child just fell asleep..."

"I'm fine,"

Zhong Yuemin lowered his head, his breath hot against his wife's ear, his voice low and laced with a mischievous smile.

"The main thing is that you...remember to keep your voice down."

"You're annoying... um..."

Her red lips could no longer speak, only squeaks and groans...

As night deepened, the osmanthus tree in the courtyard outside the window swayed gently in the evening breeze, its delicate petals and leaves fluttering down, perhaps disturbing someone's peaceful slumber.

Or perhaps, it perfectly complements the enchanting warmth and tenderness within the room.