Chapter 175: Chapter 173 Short Video
"Son, you’re not getting any younger. I don’t mean to rush you, but your dad and I are still young, and we could help out when you have kids in the future."
He had always thought his parents were particularly open-minded, at least not the kind to pressure him to get married, but the day had still come.
This was the perfect opportunity to say what he had wanted but had not said.
"Mom and Dad, actually I do have someone I like. It’s my former sister-in-law, and now she’s divorced from my cousin. We can be together."
Hearing their son say this, the parents’ complexions changed instantly.
"That’s not acceptable. Although Xiaohui is a good person, she has been married before, and also..."
Zhang Hao knew his parents would definitely oppose this, "And what? Before my sister-in-law got divorced, we had already been intimate as husband and wife."
"That’s different. Your cousin couldn’t have children; he turned to you as a last resort for help with conceiving. That doesn’t count as a real husband and wife relationship, and besides, Xiaohui’s been pregnant so many times without any results."
The underlying message was that He Qianhui’s health might also be in question; maybe it was two people incapable of having children ending up together.
"Mom, if you’re going to be like this, then I’ll just move out and live on my own. I’ll give you and Dad two thousand a month for support."
The father, who hadn’t spoken until now, hearing his son say such unfilial words for a woman.
Slammed his hand on the table, "I, the head of the household, am not dead yet. What do you think you’re doing?"
Seeing that talking to his parents was futile, Zhang Hao also made a surprising move, rising to go to his room to pack his bags.
He grabbed a change of clothes and daily necessities, and left the car keys on the table.
"Xiaohui is the only one in my heart. If you don’t agree, I won’t come back."
After dropping these words, Zhang Hao walked out the door.
How could a mother stand to see her child just walk away? She hurriedly got up to chase after him.
"Let him go. It’s no big deal; I’ll just consider I don’t have a son."
The moment the door closed, these words happened to reach Zhang Hao’s ears.
Getting off the taxi, Zhang Hao dragged his suitcase through the entrance and into the elevator, pressing the button for his floor.
The humming of the elevator in his ears, and with a ding, the doors opened.
Dragging his suitcase out, he was met by a man in a black suit, carrying a briefcase.
Seeing a stranger, Zhang Hao showed no expression as he stepped to the side, pulling his luggage out of the way.
The man greeted him first, "Hello!"
Responding to the simple greeting with a nod, Zhang Hao did the same.
"You must be really busy with work. Do you often go on business trips?"
Zhang Hao frowned but didn’t answer the man’s question. Instead, he asked if he lived on this floor.
"I live next door to you and your wife. You should really take some time to care for her."
Now Zhang Hao knew who the man was referring to, "The project was finished, so I rushed back. But she’s on a business trip and won’t be back until the day after tomorrow."
Because they weren’t very acquainted, there was not much need for small talk.
He entered the electronic lock code, opened the door, and brought his luggage inside.
The room was just as it had been when he left. Not used to cleaning regularly, Zhang Hao donned an apron to vent his displeasure through a thorough cleaning.
After two to three hours, the floor was spotless, the dirty clothes washed and hung to dry, and the kitchenware was washed and neatly arranged.
Even the trash was tied up in bags, temporarily stacked by the door, intending to be tossed out on the way to work the next day.
After doing some housework, Zhang Hao was so exhausted he could barely lift his arms. Suddenly he remembered how He Qianhui used to bustle about whenever he came over.
Even when lying in bed, there would be a soft and warm woman by his side, chatting with him, no matter how fragmented the conversation.
"Today I’m really a lone soul, not even someone to talk to."
He flipped through his WeChat contacts several times, fighting off the urge to send He Qianhui a message.
Noticing it was getting late, he pulled the covers over himself and closed his eyes to sleep.
Ding dong!
The phone’s ringtone was especially harsh in the silence of the night.
Zhang Hao reluctantly opened his eyes, picked up the phone to see who was so inconsiderate to disturb his sleep with a message.
Upon checking, it turned out to be He Qianhui who sent the message!
"Hao, my phone just showed that the door lock was opened, hurry over and see what’s going on."
He had been in the house for several hours now, why had the lock feedback just been sent?
Zhang Hao didn’t immediately reply, "I was the one who opened the door. Had a fight with dad, nowhere to go, so I came to crash here."
Knowing it was Zhang Hao who came, He Qianhui’s hanging heart finally relaxed. At the afternoon’s dinner party, she had three glasses of wine and was tipsy.
She was all set for Mr. Zhang to take advantage of her drunken state, but it turned out he was all bark and no bite.
The hotel room was ready, yet he just lay on the bed fully dressed with He Qianhui for two hours.
In the end, a call from his wife had summoned him back home.
Fortunately, the contract was signed; that was the most important outcome of the trip.
But now, knowing that Zhang Hao was in her house, He Qianhui came up with a playful idea.
She quickly got out of bed and went into the bathroom, stripping all her clothes off.
Looking into the mirror, she recorded a little video and sent it to Zhang Hao.
After sending the video, He Qianhui didn’t hurry to get dressed, instead she sat on the toilet, waiting for Zhang Hao’s reply.
Within a minute, Zhang Hao’s reply had already been sent.
"Send more, I like it."
He Qianhui couldn’t be bothered to record another, simply inviting him to a video call instead.
Zhang Hao connected to the call in an instant.
Seeing him lying on her bed, He Qianhui couldn’t help but think of the nights they rolled in the sheets together.
"You got into a spat with your uncle and auntie, what happened?"
"Because of you. My mom’s pushing for marriage, I said I wanted to be with you, and they couldn’t accept that at first. In a fit, I moved out."
Before asking, He Qianhui thought it was something else, but only after asking did she learn it involved her.
"Hao, I can actually understand your uncle and auntie’s perspective. Just the fact that you like me is enough for me, as for the rest..."
"Once I make up my mind, nothing can change it, not even ten bulls; you’re a good woman, and I don’t want to miss out. When are you getting back the day after tomorrow?"
He Qianhui felt overly anxious and hesitated before responding, "My flight lands at 3:30 PM; you can get to the airport around 3:00 PM. I won’t have much luggage."
In the video, the two of them talked about a lot, ending only when He Qianhui returned to her bed, naked, to comfort herself for Zhang Hao to watch.
Zhang Hao also took the chance during their video call to relieve himself, and with the release of the cloudy fluid, the bit of sadness in his heart was dispelled as well.
"Xiaohui, I’m just waiting for you to come back, and when you do, I’m going to fuck you hard!"
He Qianhui’s face flushed, and she hurried Zhang Hao to get some sleep, not wanting today’s work to be impacted.
The video stopped, and He Qianhui reached down to touch herself, finding she was wet again.
