The other side of the boundless sea of ​​kindness

Chapter 933 Too lazy to move

The night, like a thick sheet of ink, slowly spread across the entire Teng family villa. The hustle and bustle of the day seemed to be washed away by the twilight.

Only a few streetlights in the courtyard emitted a dim, soft light, casting long shadows of the luxury cars.

Deng Zhouyi and Teng Zijing drove the car into the yard almost simultaneously. The moment the engine turned off, they both breathed a sigh of relief, their faces showing their exhaustion.

They pushed open the car door and strode into the living room, their leather shoes making a crisp sound on the stone pavement, breaking the silence of the night.

The living room lights were still on, and Teng Junhao was sitting on the sofa, leisurely drinking tea.

An Ran and Yu Qianqian sat on either side of Ling Ya. Seeing them enter,

All eyes turned to them, filled with obvious concern.

Teng Zijing slumped into the sofa, let out a long sigh, and reached for the teapot on the coffee table.

I poured myself a full glass of iced tea, tilted my head back and drank it all in one gulp, my Adam's apple bobbing in exhaustion.

Deng Zhouyi sat down next to him, rubbing his temples, his eyes bloodshot.

"How's it going with President Mu?" Teng Junhao asked first, putting down his teacup.

His tone was filled with worry. The accident during the day had truly displeased him.

Teng Zijing wiped his face, his voice a little hoarse: "It's nothing, just a superficial wound. The doctor stitched it up and gave me an IV drip of anti-inflammatory fluid."

That kid was stubborn; he insisted on taking the IV drip home, and I couldn't stop him.

Teng Junhao frowned, clearly not believing the nonchalant "nothing happened": "What exactly happened? Why did it suddenly turn into this?"

Teng Zijing glanced at him and said vaguely, "It's a long story, a family matter of the Song family, and it can't be explained in a sentence or two."

"Dad, you and Mom have been busy all day, go back to your room and rest. We can talk about the rest tomorrow."

As he spoke, he stood up and extended his hand to An Ran. An Ran was about to take his hand when…

Ling Ya grabbed her wrist and glared at Teng Zijing, asking:

"It's so late, are you two leaving already? There are plenty of rooms available."

Seeing the concern in her mother's eyes, Teng Zijing felt a warmth in her heart and softened her tone:

"Mom, I just want to take Xiao Ran back to our room to rest, I'm not leaving. An Ran is tired too, let her get some rest."

An Ran turned around following Ling Ya's lead, a gentle smile on her face: "Goodnight, Aunt Ling; goodnight, Qianqian."

Yu Qianqian sat down next to Ling Ya and quickly nodded in response, "Good night, Miss An."

Deng Zhouyi also stood up and said to Teng Junhao and Ling Ya, "Good night, Uncle Teng and Aunt Ling."

Ling Ya hurriedly stood up, pulled Deng Zhouyi aside, and instructed him, "Ayi,

"Take Qianqian to the bedroom next to Zijing's. Your old room... I'm afraid it won't be big enough."

Deng Zhouyi nodded knowingly: "Thank you, Aunt Ling, good night."

Yu Qianqian was completely confused. She looked at Deng Zhouyi, then turned back to say goodnight to Teng Junhao and Ling Ya before being led by Deng Zhouyi towards the stairs.

Deng Zhouyi led Yu Qianqian up to the second floor. The wall lamps in the corridor emitted a warm yellow light, making the carpet under their feet feel soft and cozy.

Pushing open the door to the bedroom next to Teng Zijing's, Yu Qianqian finally broke free of his hand and turned to look at him.

Her eyes were full of doubt: "Where do you usually live? Aunt Ling's words just now seemed to be saying something but didn't, which left me completely confused."

Deng Zhouyi closed the door behind him, a slight smile playing on his lips, but his tone was quite frank: "In the bungalow in the backyard, I share a bunk bed with my mother."

"What?" Yu Qianqian's eyes widened instantly, as if she had heard something unbelievable.

"You...you've been staying at the Teng family's house for so long, and you're actually living in a bungalow in the backyard?"

"Hmm." Deng Zhouyi walked to the bedside and sat down, patting the spot next to him.

"Aunt Ling had asked me to move to the guest room several times, but my mother refused."

She said that the Teng family had saved her and her son back then and taken them in for so many years, which was already an immense kindness.

One must know one's place and abide by the rules; one should not lose one's dignity simply because of a favor received.

When he spoke of these things, there was not a trace of grievance in his tone; instead, there was a hint of respect for his mother.

Yu Qianqian suddenly realized, and the inexplicable emotion in her heart gradually turned into understanding.

She walked over and sat down, looking into Deng Zhouyi's eyes, and suddenly became serious:

"You haven't taken your medicine yet! You were carrying a bottle of wine around the banquet, did you drink any?"

Deng Zhouyi was amused by her serious expression and reached out to pinch her cheek: "So concerned about me?"

"Stop fooling around." Yu Qianqian slapped his hand away, her brows still furrowed. "I'm serious. Aren't you taking cephalosporin? You can't drink alcohol, it's dangerous."

"I really didn't drink it." Deng Zhouyi raised his hand as if to swear, but a sly glint flashed in his eyes. "If you don't believe me... why don't you try?"

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly reached out and grabbed Yu Qianqian by the back of her neck, pulling her towards him with a slight force.

The moment their lips touched, Yu Qianqian hadn't even had time to react before he deepened the kiss.

His kiss was forceful yet gentle, as if afraid of disturbing something.

Yu Qianqian's mind went blank, and her cheeks instantly burned.

She tried to push him away, but her hands were weak and powerless, and she could only let him hold her.

A faint scent of cedar lingered around my nose, mixed with a hint of the crispness of disinfectant—

It was the smell I picked up at the hospital during the day, but now it felt especially reassuring.

After what seemed like an eternity, Deng Zhouyi finally stepped back slightly, his forehead pressed against hers, his breathing a little unsteady: "Now do you believe me? You don't smell of alcohol, do you?"

Yu Qianqian turned her face away, not daring to look at him. Her ears were so red they seemed to be bleeding, and her voice was barely audible: "Who...who wants to try this?"

Deng Zhouyi chuckled softly, reached out and pulled her into his arms, resting his chin on the top of her head:

"Okay, I'm not teasing you anymore. Go to sleep early, you're exhausted today. I'll take you to work tomorrow morning."

His embrace was warm, carrying a reassuring strength. Yu Qianqian leaned against his chest.

Listening to his steady heartbeat, all the messy doubts and tension from before suddenly vanished.

She softly hummed in agreement, closed her eyes, and nuzzled her nose against his shirt like a kitten that had found its home.

Moonlight streamed through the gauze curtains, casting dappled shadows on the floor.

The bedroom was quiet, with only the soft breathing of the two of them, mingling and whispering like a gentle nocturne.

The hustle and bustle, arguments and panic of the daytime have been gently soothed by the night, leaving only the tranquility and peace of this moment.

Teng Zijing led An Ran into the bedroom, where warm yellow light spilled into every corner, giving the air a lazy, cozy feel.

He walked to the large bed, bent down, and picked up a soft down pillow from the headboard.

She grabbed another thin blanket and hugged it to her chest, then turned and walked towards the carpet beside the bed.

The carpet was made of thick velvet, and stepping on it felt like sinking into clouds. It was where Teng Zijing usually sat or lay down when he was relaxing.

Teng Zijing put the pillow on the ground and then curled up and lay down.

His muscular back was turned to An Ran, his voice slightly tipsy: "Goodnight, Xiao Ran." Though he said goodnight, he felt a pang of sadness in his heart.

An Ran stood still, her gaze fixed on his profile.

He was wearing a dark shirt today with two buttons undone, revealing a hint of his collarbone.

Her hair was a little messy, and the lines of her profile looked much softer under the light, but she still couldn't hide her fatigue.

She felt as if something was blocking her heart, a mix of emotions swirling within her.

The chaos at the banquet during the day, Mu Xiaoji's bleeding forehead, Jiang Shuo's heart-wrenching tears...

The image of Teng Zijing forcing himself to handle everything kept replaying in my mind.

"I'm sorry, Zijing." An Ran walked over, squatted down in front of him, and said softly.

"I'll sleep on the floor. You must be exhausted today and need to rest."

Teng Zijing turned his head to look at her, his eyes slightly red, probably due to the alcohol, his gaze was more than ten times gentler than usual.

He reached out and brushed a stray hair from An Ran's forehead, his voice slightly muffled as he said:

"I don't want to move. My head feels really heavy right now, and I'm too lazy to get up."

He wrapped the thin blanket around himself and snuggled into the pillow. "You should go to bed soon, or you'll have dark circles under your eyes tomorrow."

Looking at his sullen manner, An Ran's bitterness suddenly subsided.

She knew Teng Zijing's temperament; he seemed carefree, but was actually very considerate.

Especially for her, he always wanted to save the best for her.

She didn't insist anymore, but reached out to tuck the thin blanket around his feet, covering his exposed ankles: "Then cover yourself up, so you don't catch a cold."

Teng Zijing hummed in agreement, closed his eyes, and his breathing gradually calmed down.

She seemed to be really exhausted, and soon a soft snoring sound could be heard.

An Ran stood by the bed for a moment, watching him sleep soundly, sighed softly, turned around, took off her coat, and lay down on the other side of the bed.

The bed was large enough for one person to turn over freely, yet they could clearly hear each other's breathing.

An Ran opened her eyes. The intricate patterns on the ceiling blurred into a mass in the dim light, just like her chaotic thoughts at that moment.

Memories flowed uncontrollably backward, returning to the scene of the first time I met Teng Zijing.

Back then, he was the pampered young master of the Teng family, his brows and eyes still carrying a hint of arrogance.

He spoke with his chin slightly raised, exuding an arrogant aura that said "keep away."

She never imagined that such a person would now be quietly curled up on the carpet for her sake, breathing so evenly as if afraid of disturbing her.

The hustle and bustle of the Victoria Resort suddenly exploded in my mind.

A sudden riot broke out in the bustling square. People were fighting, and the crowds rushed to escape, desperate to avoid the chaos. The situation quickly spiraled out of control.

She was suddenly bumped by someone behind her, her knees buckled and she fell to the ground.

The expected pain didn't come; instead, a warm body pressed heavily against her.

The footsteps of panicked rats scurried around me, dense and numerous; yet, the intense feeling of being trampled did not come.

Back then, because of the death of my senior Qiu Beichen, I hated Teng Zijing intensely.

After returning to China, she was determined to avenge Qiu Beichen, and even stabbed him in the back.

It wasn't until he dragged me by the arm away from the chaos that I saw the overlapping footprints on his black trench coat behind me.

Like ugly flowers, she was so shocked she couldn't speak—he was protecting her with his own body.

Later, the two were unfortunately tied up in a small dark room. Outside, there was a thunderstorm, and the only light bulb flickered on and off before finally going out with a "pop".

Darkness surged in like a tide, and claustrophobia gripped her instantly. She trembled uncontrollably, and soft sobs escaped her throat.

It was Teng Zijing's voice, deep and magnetic, carrying a strange sense of calm, slowly ringing in her ear.

She was told to take a deep breath and relax. At that moment, she suddenly realized that the person who saved her in the school's secret archives was Teng Zijing, not Qiu Beichen.

This man was never good with words. His actions always far exceeded what he said.

But now... the bankruptcy of Ansteel Technology weighs heavily on her heart like a boulder.

Does she really want to drag this man down with the mess her family has made? What has he done wrong?

His seven years of waiting, her misplaced love—must he continue to suffer for her in the days to come? But…

Moonlight filtered through the gaps in the curtains, casting a thin beam of light on the carpet.

Like a silver ribbon, it landed right on Teng Zijing's hair.

An Ran looked at the light and at his peaceful profile as he slept, and suddenly felt at ease.

Yes, the chaos in Antai is her business, what does it have to do with him?

He has already done so much for her, she shouldn't push him away because of that.

She slowly got up and quietly picked up a down pillow from the bed.

She placed it next to Teng Zijing, then pulled the blanket over him carefully, tucking the edges in.

She didn't go back to bed, but lay down on the carpet, right next to him.

We were very close, and I could smell a faint scent of alcohol on him, mixed with his usual cedarwood aftershave, which made me feel at ease.

An Ran turned to her side, looking at him as he slept soundly. The alcohol had let down his guard; his brows and eyes relaxed.

His usual sharpness and arrogance had vanished, and his handsome features appeared exceptionally soft under the moonlight, even carrying a subtle allure.

She reached out her finger and gently brushed it across his high, straight nose, as if possessed.

Teng Zijing seemed to feel unwell in his sleep; his eyelashes trembled slightly, but his breathing remained steady and long.

An Ran's lips unconsciously curved upwards. She leaned down and gently placed a kiss on his slightly cool nose, like a feather falling.

After doing this, she felt as if a huge burden had been lifted from her shoulders. She closed her eyes in relief and her body involuntarily leaned into that warm embrace.

In the darkness, Teng Zijing's eyelashes trembled again, and the corners of his mouth seemed to curve into a very faint smile, but no one noticed.

The moonlight flowed quietly outside the window, and only the steady breathing of the two people remained in the bedroom, weaving together a gentle nocturne.

No matter how much strife there was during the day, at this moment there was only him and her, and the silent peace they gave each other in this long night.