kvmb Chapter 162 I can't control it, and I shouldn't control it.
Chapter 162 I can't control it, and I shouldn't control it.
The next morning, as dawn broke, Huo Yunting sent someone to have a new three-meter-wide bed custom-made and delivered.
When the bed was delivered, the maids at the Huo residence were just beginning their busy day.
In the main courtyard, several young maids who were watering the flowers caught a glimpse of several workers struggling to carry a large bed out of the corner of their eyes. They leaned closer and whispered among themselves.
"Have you heard? The head of the family came back early this morning, and he and Young Master Xie, having been apart for a while, were so passionate that they broke the bed!"
"Someone heard the noise..."
A young maid with her hair in a ponytail said in a low voice.
The others exclaimed in surprise, their expressions revealing they'd just witnessed a juicy spectacle.
"My God, is it that intense?!"
"Holy crap... Holy crap... Is this something I can hear?!"
"I was wondering why they brought a bed over so early in the morning, now I know, hehehe..."
"..."
Several young girls huddled together, heads close together, deliberately lowering their voices, chatting animatedly as they made their guesses.
"Hey, have you guys noticed? Usually at this time, Young Master Xie would definitely pass by here to have breakfast at the restaurant, but today a full half hour has passed and he still hasn't shown up."
A short-haired maid smiled like an aunt, "What else could it be? You've worked hard all night, you need to rest."
The other maids looked excited and chimed in, "Hehe...that must be it."
"Ahhh... Do they dare to do it in front of me? I want to see it."
"Think about it."
"..."
The two main protagonists at the heart of this hotly debated topic are currently lounging lazily in bed.
Xie Qing had already woken up, but as soon as he sat up, a pair of strong arms reached out from behind and tightly wrapped around his waist. Then, a warm head nestled affectionately against his waist, the furry touch making his heart soften.
Her voice was languid, with a hint of morning hoarseness, and she spoke in a low, tender voice, "Gently... stay with me a little longer."
Xie Qing lowered her head slightly and noticed the dark circles under Huo Yunting's eyes, realizing that he must not have had a proper rest during his time abroad.
After all, he had compressed a huge amount of work that would normally take more than half a month to complete into ten days, so it would be strange if he had time to rest.
He touched the warm head on his waist, picked up his phone and sent a message to Yan Li, then lay back down in bed, his voice tinged with indulgence, "Okay, okay~ I'll sleep with you."
Huo Yunting smiled faintly, stretched out his long arm, pulled the person back into his arms, and whispered, "I can only fall asleep holding you."
Xie Qing let him hold her, and after a while, she heard even breathing beside her—Huo Yunting had fallen asleep. She stared at him for a while, and as if she had been infected by his breath, she soon fell into a deep sleep as well.
……
The two slept until noon before getting up, and walked hand in hand along the familiar corridor to the restaurant.
Huo Qiming sat at the dining table, and when he heard the two footsteps, he looked up and saw his grandson whom he hadn't seen for almost a year.
He didn't react much, not even offering a simple greeting like "You're back."
Huo Yunting remained calm, showing little emotional fluctuation. The two maintained a tacit, almost indifferent, grandfather-grandson relationship.
Xie Qing broke the silence by calling out "Grandpa," and then took Huo Yunting's hand and sat down together.
Soon, the restaurant was filled with the crisp sound of bowls and chopsticks clattering. Huo Yunting naturally put food into Xie Qing's bowl, each dish being an enticing color and a touch of spiciness.
When Xie Qing eats a delicious dish, she will pick it up and put it into a small bowl of clear soup next to her, and gently swish it around.
He carefully drained the chili oil from the surface, then held it to Huo Yunting's lips, saying, "Try it, this is delicious."
Huo Yunting politely finished his meal, but he couldn't eat too much, since the dishes were already very flavorful. Even after the chili oil was drained off, they were still a bit spicy, and he couldn't handle spicy food very well.
So Xie Qing fed her a few times, but seeing that the other person's cherry-pink lips were gradually turning rose-red, she dared not feed her anymore, afraid that it would make the other person's mouth swell up from the spiciness.
Huo Yunting said, "I want to eat more."
Xie Qing smiled and said softly, "Your lips are all red from the spiciness."
He picked up another non-spicy dish and stuffed it into Huo Yunting's mouth, saying, "Here, eat this."
Meanwhile, Huo Qiming was eating slowly and deliberately. He glanced up casually and caught the interaction between the two of them. His eyes flickered slightly.
Previously, he had vaguely sensed changes in his grandson through photos he had secretly taken.
Now that I see it with my own eyes, I truly realize that the other person has come alive. His originally cold face is often smiling, and his aura is no longer aloof (only in front of Xie Qing).
After a while, Huo Qiming put down his chopsticks first, wiped his mouth lightly with a napkin, and then looked up at Xie Qing, "Qi Min told me that Huo Yi went backstage at the performance yesterday and bothered you?"
Xie Qing was very honest, "More or less."
"How do you plan to handle this?"
"Qingqing, what do you want to do with him?"
The two men surnamed Huo spoke almost simultaneously, with Huo Yunting's tone being particularly cold, as if wrapped in a sharp blade.
Xie Qing paused in her soup-drinking motion, glanced at Huo Yunting, then at Huo Qiming, and after a moment, slowly uttered two words, "Whatever."
……
After finishing lunch, Xie Qing went to the opera house for her class.
Coincidentally, Director He and his troupe will also be staying at the Huo residence's opera house recently, providing them with many opportunities to learn and consult.
Once he left, only the grandfather and grandson, their relationship distant and cold, sat on opposite sides of the table in the restaurant.
Neither of them spoke, and the servants quietly cleared away the cups, plates, bowls, and chopsticks from the table one by one.
A moment later, a maid came over with a teapot in both hands and skillfully poured a cup of tea for each of them, the steam rising gently.
Huo Qiming slowly sipped his tea a few times before finally speaking.
"In just half a day, you replaced all the bodyguards in the Huo residence with a new batch of people."
He slammed the teacup down in his hand and looked at his grandson, "Are you blaming me?"
Weird?
Definitely.
Huo Yunting thought to himself that it was already a sign of his good temper that Huo Yunting hadn't demolished the Huo residence, since his lover had brought him there without permission.
Huo Yunting took a sip of tea, put down the teacup, and tapped the table rhythmically with his slender fingers, making a dull sound.
"As long as you know."
His voice was deep and his tone was flat. “You’re old. It’s time for you to enjoy your retirement. There are some things you can’t control, and you shouldn’t control.”
Huo Qiming knew in his heart that this was Huo Yunting's warning to him: if he dared to interfere in Huo Yunting's affairs again, his later years would probably not be peaceful.