sjar Chapter 356 You still have me, and the children
Chapter 356 You still have me, and the children
After taking a shower, Ning Yao sat in her room in a daze. Wen Tingye entered the bathroom after she came out, and now she was alone in the room.
Ning Yao sat on the sofa for a while, then got up and walked to the window. Looking at the luxurious buildings outside, her thoughts suddenly became chaotic. She thought of her long-deceased mother and her father whom she had never met.
The lifeless buildings outside the window only served to highlight the prosperity of Simen.
Now, she has finally found her father, but he did not come to see her on her very first day at Simen.
Are they really too busy, or do they simply not care?
Ning Yao didn't want to think about it anymore; thinking about it would only add to her troubles.
What is meant to be hers will be hers, and what is not meant to be hers, even if forced, is meaningless.
"Thinking about my father-in-law?" A deep male voice sounded from behind, followed by a pair of warm, wet arms.
Wen Tingye wrapped his arms around Ning Yao from behind. He used cold water to take a shower, but he was still warm afterward.
The man had just come out of the bathroom, wearing only a large white bathrobe and barefoot, so he walked without making a sound, and Ning Yao didn't notice.
Even if Wen Tingye was wearing shoes, given Ning Yao's absent-mindedness earlier, it was unlikely she would have noticed immediately.
If Ning Yao were alone in a room, she would likely spend the whole night overthinking. But with Wen Tingye by her side, Ning Yao was more guarded, and her mind was mostly occupied with other things, making her feel much better.
“Living together is already very impolite, so be more reserved.” Ning Yao struggled a bit, unwilling to cause trouble on her father’s turf.
She was nervous, worried that her father wouldn't like her, so she wanted to make a good first impression on him.
She wasn't sure if her father was traditional; she wasn't married yet, but she already had a child...
“He has already acknowledged our daughter, why would he care about such a trivial matter?”
“But…” Ning Yao still hesitated, her voice soft and gentle, lacking its usual calmness.
“My father-in-law is definitely not a pedantic person,” Wen Tingye said, hitting the nail on the head and reminding Ning Yao.
The man's clear and steady voice was like a warm current flowing through Ning Yao's body.
"Mmm," Ning Yao replied absentmindedly.
"Can you stay with me now without worry?" Wen Tingye whispered in Ning Yao's ear.
The voice was so close that it made Ning Yao's heart tremble, and she could no longer concentrate.
Just as Wen Tingye, the handsome man who had just come out of the bath, leaned closer to Ning Yao, and their lips were about to touch, Ning Yao suddenly swallowed, looking somewhat embarrassed.
"No, I can't concentrate. Do you have a pen and paper here?" Ning Yao wanted to practice calligraphy and find something to do that would help her focus, which might make the process faster.
She slept for so long on the plane that she's still wide awake and incredibly energetic at this hour.
"Paper and pen?" Wen Tingye missed his chance to kiss her, and his mood was not good, which made his voice sound a few degrees deeper.
The man raised an eyebrow at Ning Yao, looking utterly aggrieved as if he had been betrayed by a heartless man.
Ning Yao turned her face away from Wen Tingye. She really wasn't in the mood for that kind of thing right now; she couldn't pretend to be interested...
There were indeed paper and pens in the drawers of the desk in the bedroom, but they were made of the finest Xuan paper and purple-haired brushes.
When she was little, her mother taught her to write calligraphy, but she had no interest in calligraphy and painting and didn't study it properly. Now she has forgotten it all and can't even remember how to hold a pen.
Ning Yao stared at the exquisitely crafted purple brush, hesitated, then reached out and pinched the middle of the brush with her fingertips.
Even her handwriting with a pen was illegible; apart from her own name, most of the other characters were crooked and messy.
It wouldn't be a problem if she were alone in the bedroom, but the key issue is that Wen Tingye is there, and Ning Yao always feels too embarrassed.
"You need to use the strength of your wrist to control the brush strokes, not just your fingertips."
"Holding the pen like this is wrong; you should hold it like this."
Seeing that Ning Yao's pen-holding posture was incorrect, Wen Tingye stepped forward to her side, bent down slightly, and began to teach her hand-in-hand.
Ning Yao's hand was enveloped in Wen Tingye's large palm. The first few words were written by her own hand, and they were crooked and illegible.
It is said that one's handwriting reflects one's character. Ning Yao felt that with her appearance, she should be able to write beautiful and elegant characters, but the result was not as expected.
"It doesn't matter if you can't write other characters well, but you must learn these three characters well." Wen Tingye held Ning Yao's hand and wrote them stroke by stroke, his eyes serious and gentle.
This piqued Ning Yao's curiosity. Which three words did she absolutely have to learn?
Then Ning Yao watched as several lines of ink slowly appeared on the smooth Xuan paper, the brushstrokes elegant and angular.
“Wen, Ting, Ye?” Ning Yao read out each word carefully, then belatedly froze on the spot.
Looking at the beautiful handwriting that Wen Tingye had guided her to write, Ning Yao couldn't help but chuckle.
It turns out that the three words she absolutely had to learn were Wen Tingye's name.
"Have you learned it? Write it down for me to see." Wen Tingye released Ning Yao's hand, returning control of the brush to her.
Without Wen Tingye's help, Ning Yao lost her backbone, and her handwriting began to become crooked and messy again, like chicken claws.
Ning Yao looked at the characters with frustration and suddenly began to doubt those who said practicing calligraphy was a way to cultivate patience.
This isn't self-cultivation; it's practically testing her limits of patience.
"Take your time, be patient." Wen Tingye moved closer to Ning Yao again, standing behind her and encircling her slender body in his arms, his warm hands covering Ning Yao's hands once more.
Ning Yao glanced at her own hand, then at Wen Tingye's.
In fact, Ning Yao's height is already considered outstanding among women, and finger length is directly proportional to height. Her hands are not small, and are even longer than many girls' hands.
Compared to Wen Tingye's hands, her hands were incredibly small, almost like a child's.
Perhaps because she was so close to the man's body, some taboo images involuntarily surfaced in Ning Yao's mind.
Especially regarding Wen Tingye's fingers, his fingers were long and slender, and also thicker than hers.
Although they were thick, it didn't hinder Wen Tingye's dexterity. Several times, they made her blush and her heart race, causing her body to arch involuntarily...
Noticing that the woman in his arms was distracted, Wen Tingye lowered his head and said in a deep voice in Ning Yao's ear, "What are you thinking about? Focus on practicing your calligraphy!"
"Oh, oh." Ning Yao felt guilty, and her ears turned bright red instantly, her body burning with embarrassment as she lowered her head.
If a student's mind isn't on calligraphy, no matter how skilled the teacher is, they won't be able to learn it.
Wen Tingye noticed that Ning Yao couldn't concentrate, unaware that she was thinking about their relationship.
He pulled a chair over from the side, and after sitting down, Wen Tingye reached out and put his arm around Ning Yao's slender waist, pulling her directly from the chair into his embrace.
Ning Yao was surprised by Wen Tingye's sudden action. After exclaiming in surprise, she fell into Wen Tingye's arms.
The man had just finished showering, and the fragrance of his bath was still strong. His skin was hot and radiated a faint warmth that could be felt even through his bathrobe.
Wen Tingye held Ning Yao in his arms, and at this moment he had put away those impure thoughts between men and women.
He knew, of course, Ning Yao’s complicated feelings about seeing her biological father. The father and daughter had not seen each other for more than 20 years. Besides anticipation, they were naturally nervous. It was an emotion that any ordinary person would have, so it was not surprising that Ning Yao would.
Wen Tingye wrapped his arms around the woman in his arms like he was holding a teddy bear, and let her sit on his strong lap.
Wen Tingye used some force, unconsciously trying to give Ning Yao a sense of security and prevent her from panicking and overthinking.
A deep, steady voice suddenly rang in Ning Yao's ears.
"Even if your father-in-law doesn't like you, you still have family, you have me, and you have children."