Young Brave Hearts – CH 090

Chapter 90: After Getting the Marriage Certificate 02

◎ A Deep and Swift Kiss ◎

This wasn’t meant to be sentimental or torturous.

It was just that since moving in, Lu Rangchen had indeed taken better care of her in daily life.

Their new home was much larger than their previous one, and the housework increased exponentially. Lu Rangchen didn’t want her to do anything, so he hired a part-time housekeeper. When the housekeeper couldn’t do everything perfectly, he would take over the rest himself.

The same went for meals.

Zhu Yunque rarely cooked; Lu Rangchen usually did all the work in the kitchen, or he would take her out to eat.

With delicious food and his good looks, Zhu Yunque’s weight skyrocketed in those few days.

Even going to work was a problem.

The new home was far from the school.

Lu Rangchen didn’t want her to take the subway, so even if he came home late at night, he would get up early the next day to take her to work and then pick her up himself after she got off work.

After a few trips, the school was abuzz with the news that the beautiful high school teacher had gotten married in a flash, and her husband was someone who looked quite wealthy.

Although he didn’t get out of the car and his face wasn’t shown, his attire definitely suggested a young, handsome, and wealthy man.

The news spread like wildfire. The male teachers who had previously been eager to pursue Zhu Yunque completely fell silent. Many even came to ask what Zhu Yunque’s boyfriend looked like and if there were any photos.

How could Zhu Yunque, with her taciturn nature, let others have their way?

She didn’t utter a single word from beginning to end, as if she wasn’t involved at all, remaining calmly aloof.

Deng Jiao, on the other hand, was quite cheeky. This girl, who knew when, secretly filmed a short video of the two of them and then posted it to the class group chat to show off.

She kept saying things like, “Isn’t my ‘brother’ handsome?!”

“He’s a good match for my sister-in-law!!!”

Of course, no matter how much she talked, she never showed their faces.

She didn’t dare film their faces.

She only filmed a clip of their backs when they were eating at a party.

In the short video, Zhu Yunque seemed to have a neck problem, tilting her head slightly and pressing her shoulder. Lu Rangchen noticed this out of the corner of his eye, immediately put down his wine glass, and reached out to massage it for her.

His long, slender, fair hand had beautifully curved lines, like the ribs of an umbrella.

Deng Jiao had just returned from the restroom and witnessed this scene.

Whether she was overwhelmed by the sweetness or something else, her mouth immediately formed an “O” shape, and she immediately recorded the moment.

It was less than two or three seconds long.

But it perfectly captured the doting and deep look in Lu Rangchen’s eyes as he gazed at Zhu Yunque.

His lips were also lazily curved in a smile. The moment he saw her frown, he immediately leaned down to patiently inquire, his eyes only for her.

From that angle, the video also perfectly captured how stunning Lu Rangchen’s profile was.

His nose was high and straight.

His jawline was exquisitely smooth, his bone structure so strikingly defined that it was breathtaking. The moment the short video was posted, the class group chat exploded.

The students in Class 3 of the second year of high school were all raving, saying how handsome he was and how well he and Zhu Yunque matched, urging Deng Jiao to post more.

Deng Jiao wanted to post more, too.

But alas, the two of them never showed up together in front of her.

But damn it, who could have imagined that she’d stumble upon such a sight on her very first day of summer vacation?

If she weren’t holding a yogurt bowl, which she couldn’t throw, she would have loved to take out her phone and snap a few pictures of the two of them.

But it was precisely because of this thought that she realized, “Oh, these two were showing off their affection again,” and not only that, Lu Rangchen had also “kissed” her.

Realizing what was happening, Deng Jiao’s eyes widened in anger. “Brother Rangchen, how could you be like this? You’re completely heartless when it comes to girls!!!”

Then she looked at Zhu Yunque with a pitiful expression. “Waaah, Teacher, I’m not targeting you; I just don’t want to go back to my brother’s convenience store.”

She rarely acted so coquettishly; she was quite mischievous.

Lu Rangchen raised an eyebrow noncommittally, a hint of disdain flashing in his eyes, and gave a light sneer.

Of course, she didn’t want to go back.

After all, nothing was more comfortable than the love nest he had personally built for this little bird.

But, unfortunately, this “little bird” was oblivious.

Zhu Yunque, unusually protective, turned to Lu Rangchen and said, “She can do more practice problems here, which is better than her playing games next to Deng Zhe.”

Deng Jiao nodded frantically, like a chick pecking at rice.

Lu Rangchen glanced at Zhu Yunque with a serious expression, his eyes drooping, and let out a muffled laugh that said, “You really have no sense of romance.”

He thought to himself, “Fine.”

The honeymoon period wasn’t even over yet, and this third wheel was already in place.

Thinking about it, he was still unwilling to give up, so he glanced at Deng Jiao and deliberately scared her, saying, “Go upstairs and do a set of questions first, then I’ll consider whether to keep you here or not.”

“…”

Deng Jiao felt like the sky had fallen.

She wailed, “Help!! This kid!! I just finished memorizing vocabulary and was resting!!”

The quiet space was disrupted by her chattering.

Zhu Yunque couldn’t help but chuckle, saying, “Alright, he’s just scaring you.”

She then looked at Lu Rangchen, her tone carrying a hint of ambiguous reproach between lovers, and said, “You too, is it fun to always tease her like that?”

She didn’t know why.

At this moment, Zhu Yunque gave Lu Rangchen an indescribable feeling of warmth.

He casually curled the corners of his mouth, suddenly feeling a sense of lingering satisfaction.

Over the years, all the teachers he had encountered had treated him like a treasure, but this was the first time a “teacher” had reprimanded him, and to the point that he was completely convinced and willingly obeyed.

A mischievous twitch of an eyebrow shot up.

Lu Rangchen gave a teasing “Mmm,” saying, “Teacher Zhu is right.”

His tone was serious, almost mocking, but the love in his eyes was undeniable, almost overflowing.

Zhu Yunque’s lips moved slightly.

Her heart raced a little from his gaze.

She knew exactly what he meant.

After so many days apart, he finally came back, and she didn’t even have a moment of privacy? Who would be satisfied?

But there were some things she was too embarrassed to say in front of the child.

Zhu Yunque could only feign calmness and say, “Let Deng Jiao watch TV downstairs for a while. You come upstairs with me.”

Her earlobes flushed slightly for a moment.

“The washing machine seems to be broken,” she said.

Her words, light as a feather, fell. Lu Rangchen’s lips curled slightly, as if he understood their secret language, yet couldn’t help but admire her ability to lie without batting an eye.

A washing machine worth over ten thousand yuan, bought just three days ago, broken just like that.

But what could he do?

She was still the one who did what she said.

So that afternoon, Lu Rangchen didn’t chase Deng Jiao away.

He didn’t care how long she’d been watching anime downstairs, but went upstairs, pinned Zhu Yunque against the washing machine in the bathroom, and shared a passionate, swift kiss.

The washing machine diligently washed their clothes.

The rumbling sound was quite loud, like an unstoppable spring tide, drowning out the sounds of their passionate kiss and their entanglement, which seemed to yearn to deepen further.

Until the annoying announcement rang downstairs.

It was Deng Jiao’s exaggerated anime music, as noisy as she was.

It was probably a call from the club; unable to reach Zhu Yunque and Lu Rangchen, they had to call Deng Jiao.

Deng Jiao had a loud voice; everything she said could be heard upstairs.

Even though she was breathing heavily and her heart was racing, Zhu Yunque could still hear the girl calling them from downstairs, saying that Deng Zhe was asking what time dinner was starting and if they needed to buy any more groceries.

That shout was like the chirping of birds startled from a spring night.

Zhu Yunque abruptly stopped Lu Rangchen’s advances, leaned on his shoulder, caught her breath, and then called out to Deng Jiao, “No…nothing at all…”

Thankfully, her voice sounded normal.

Deng Jiao didn’t notice anything amiss either and happily said okay.

She obediently didn’t go upstairs.

Zhu Yunque finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Lu Rangchen, however, remained nonchalant and carefree, seemingly unconcerned about being caught, his shamelessness blatantly obvious.

He chuckled, gently brushing away the stray hairs from her face, then leaning down to kiss her lips, saying, “What are you afraid of? It’s not like we’re doing this in someone else’s house.”

Behind the bathroom door, the floor was a mess. Lu Rangchen, holding her legs, chuckled roguishly in her ear, saying, “Of course I need it, we’ve used it all up.”

Before he left, he’d opened the last one; Zhu Yunque wouldn’t restock.

Her ears were already so red it was hard to tell if he’d bitten them or teased them.

But Zhu Yunque still wouldn’t give in.

As if born to challenge him, she stared straight at him and said, “Then you don’t need it.”

His small face, usually as white as milk jelly, was now as red as a ripe peach.

Her allure was irresistible, captivating to the core.

Lu Rangchen was genuinely amused and exasperated by her, saying, “Little Bird Zhu, I’ve truly never seen anyone like you.”

She didn’t know when this guy had developed this habit, but lately he’d been giving her all sorts of nicknames.

“Little Bird Zhu” was one of them.

It certainly didn’t sound pleasant, nor did it sound particularly clever, but Zhu Yunque had a strange, inexplicable fondness for it.

It was a fondness that was hard to define.

She loved the doting look he gave her when he called her that and loved the warmth that emanated from her, unlike her usual timid self, when he did.

She didn’t need to be perfect in every way.

She didn’t need to restrain her tenderness.

It was a look that only came from being truly loved.

A feeling she had never experienced before.

And only when she was with Lu Rangchen did she feel it.

But Lu Rangchen, pinching her chin and lifting it, traced the outline of her lips with his kiss, scolding her, “What’s the use of being happy? Won’t I still feel bad if you take medicine later?”

“…”

Zhu Yunque bit his lip back.

Both obedient and unconvinced.

She thought to herself, “She’d only taken it once; was it really that serious?”

But Lu Rangchen, sometimes, was just so stubborn. In the end, he still didn’t want her to go to the supermarket alone, so he tidied her up, changed her clothes, and went downstairs with her.

Deng Jiao was still eating potato chips. Seeing the two of them about to go out, she asked where they were going.

Zhu Yunque said they were going to the supermarket to buy some necessities.

Deng Jiao immediately raised her hand and said, “Me, me, me! I want to come too! It’s so boring at home!”

“…”

Zhu Yunque hadn’t even had a chance to say anything.

Lu Rangchen clicked his tongue and said, “You’re everywhere. If you’re bored, go upstairs and do your homework.”

Those words carried weight.

Deng Jiao immediately shut up and silently continued watching her “cartoons.”

But who could have imagined?

This couple was just that “abnormal.”

Hearing him say that, Zhu Yunque suddenly remembered that Deng Jiao’s break time was long over.

After all, Lu Rangchen had spent quite a while in the bathroom.

She even took a shower.

Perhaps being a teacher really had its occupational hazards.

Zhu Yunque thought that Deng Jiao’s grades weren’t very good, so before leaving, she still made Deng Jiao go back upstairs to study.

Deng Jiao groaned in despair.

She wanted to resist, but couldn’t and could only obediently go back to her study alone.

It must be said that the study was really well-arranged.

There was even a special tatami mat where she could lie down when she got tired of studying.

But clearly, she didn’t dare touch this spot; it was so fragrant and soft, obviously a place Zhu Yunque had been.

But she didn’t want to sit there and study properly.

So she wandered around the study aimlessly.

While wandering around, Deng Jiao suddenly noticed a metal box on one of the shelves in the bookcase.

The metal box looked like it used to hold cookies; it was quite old, and it was half-open.

Deng Jiao didn’t think it was anything particularly private, so she casually opened it.

Then she saw a thick, softcover diary inside, which looked quite old.

Besides the diary, there was a very delicate and expensive-looking jewelry box and a broken teddy bear keychain.

Deng Jiao froze.

For some reason, she suddenly felt incredibly curious.

But her mind couldn’t keep up with her hands. Before she even decided whether to open the diary, her hand had already picked it up and turned the page.

The moment she opened it…

A hundred-yuan bill fell out.

On the first page, where the bill was tucked inside, were a few lines of elegant handwriting:

September 13th, 2013, Sunny.
I met him.
Another surprise besides the supermarket.
I never expected it to be like this.
Both the mop and I were probably ugly; my glasses weren’t even properly cleaned.
But he’s still so handsome, refreshing, and clean, like the blazing, intense sunlight that made the world colorful.
Although admitting it was hard.
But I don’t want to deceive myself.
I like him.
As naturally as a kite liking the wind.

Author’s Note:
It’s obvious whose diary it is.
Considering the characteristics of that era, I deliberately wrote it a bit melodramatic.
It portrays a seemingly studious, obedient girl with a restless and tender girlish heart.

All those little thoughts are meant for Lu Rangchen after their marriage!