Chapter 1607: Chapter 1608: I Won’t Let You Sleep!
Perhaps, he married her just because he wanted to take responsibility for the child, not because he fell in love with her.
Actually, she was content with this, even if he didn’t love her, at least he was no longer cold.
The door opened, revealing Qin Feimo fresh from a shower, dressed in casual clothes, his hair still damp.
Seeing him like this, a blush suddenly flashed across Feng Jinglei’s fair cheeks, and she lowered her eyelids, "Um, Grandma is looking for you."
"I’ve prepared the room, you can sleep here tonight."
After saying this, he turned back into the room, grabbed a blanket and pillow, and was about to go downstairs.
Watching his retreating figure, Feng Jinglei suddenly spoke up, "Um, you really don’t need to, you don’t have to sleep on the sofa."
He paused, his dark eyes squinting slightly, turning his head to look at her with interest, "Are you suggesting we sleep together?"
She was taken aback, realizing that he misunderstood her.
"I didn’t mean that, I mean, I’ll sleep on the sofa, it’s too small for you."
Even though she never expected anything, hearing her response brought a faint sense of disappointment in his heart.
A few seconds later, he regained his composure, "It’s fine, compared to the hotel, the couch at home is very spacious. You should get some rest."
With that, he turned and walked away.
Feng Jinglei was just left dumbfounded, not knowing whether to calmly accept the room he offered or go downstairs to tell him she could sleep on the sofa. Well, would that seem too finicky?
At nine o’clock in the evening, as Qin Feimo went downstairs, he ran into Qin Guozhong and Zhuang Yanyan coming up, while Qin Bo and Sister Axian seemed to have gone to rest.
Seeing her grandson carrying a pillow and blanket, Zhuang Yanyan was quite irritated, but thought since he couldn’t sleep on the sofa anyway, her anger dissipated.
Instead, she smiled, "Grandson, the couch is cold at night, remember to turn on the heater!"
Watching his suddenly very enthusiastic grandma, Qin Feimo vaguely sensed something was amiss but couldn’t pinpoint it, so he just nodded lightly, "Mm."
"Good night!"
Beside him, Qin Guozhong remained silent, admiring his wife’s ’extravagant’ skills.
Even if you pour water on the leather sofa it won’t soak through, she managed to do it, directly cutting it to let the water seep in...
Thinking of this, Qin Guozhong couldn’t help but admire his wife’s cleverness.
The three passed each other, Qin Feimo carrying the blanket to the sofa, but due to the dim lighting, he didn’t notice the holes in the sofa and lay down.
The next second, feeling something was off beneath him, he froze, his whole body stiff.
Then, he rolled off the sofa, touched his bottom, and sure enough, it was wet...
What happened?
He furrowed his brow, not understanding where the water came from inside the perfectly good sofa.
Just as he stood up to see everything clearly, he noticed that the once high-end leather sofa had several large holes, squeezing the sponge inside caused water to seep out.
On the stairs, Zhuang Yanyan paused, wanting to see her grandson’s reaction when he couldn’t sleep on the sofa.
At this moment, Qin Feimo seemed to realize how the sofa got ruined, he turned his gaze straight toward Zhuang Yanyan on the stairs.
Catching his glance, Zhuang Yanyan quickly turned her head, pretending not to see anything, and continued upstairs.
She barely took two steps before her grandson’s deep, rich, and distinctly dangerous voice came from behind.
"Grandma."
