Chapter 8: Lacking in Technique

The next morning, Lu Siyi, dressed and ready, noticed Lin Qingyue sleeping soundly. Tears welled in the corners of her eyes, glistening like dewdrops on a butterfly’s wing. He was moved and gently kissed her.

Lin Qingyue turned over, snuggling into her blanket, showing no signs of waking up.

The new and old marks on her slender, white neck were jarring.

Lu Siyi froze, his tall, straight figure standing stiffly by the bed, a shock flashing in his eyes.

Was he that brutal?

He reflected that perhaps he had been a little too rough last night…

“Dad, Si Xi can’t braid her hair anymore!” The door was pounded twice with little fists by Lu Yicheng.

He quickly opened the door and gestured for the children to be quiet. “Keep your voices down, don’t wake Aunt Lin.”

“The sun’s already past its zenith, and she’s still asleep! What a lazy bum!” Lu Yicheng puffed out his cheeks in dissatisfaction. “I’ll pull her out of bed.”

Lu Siyi grabbed him by the back of the neck, sternly saying, “What did Dad just say?”

“Don’t wake Aunt Lin.” Lu Yicheng pouted, confused by his father’s sudden anger.

Lu Siyi picked up Lu Yicheng, leaving the bedroom to braid Si Xi’s hair and get the three children ready.

After that, he went into the kitchen to make breakfast.

Lin Qingyue was awakened by the delicious aroma of breakfast. She moved her aching body, feeling too weak even to lift a finger. She sighed silently.

She felt she needed a serious talk with Lu Siyi. His three-day visit would leave a three-month impact.

His stamina was fine, but his technique… not so much.

Perhaps it was because he hadn’t had any experience with women before.

At this thought, Lin Qingyue’s face darkened.

Regarding the technical issue… should she be direct or subtle?

What if it hurt his male pride?

What if he misunderstood?

How could she convey this without damaging their harmony as a couple?

“It’s a long and arduous task indeed!” Lin Qingyue muttered under the covers, her head aching.

The bedroom door creaked open, and Lu Siyi came in with a bowl of clear noodle soup. Seeing her awake, bundled up tightly with only her head showing, looking at him warily.

“I made noodles. The kids and I have already eaten, but I saved a bowl for you.” Lu Siyi looked away unnaturally, unsure how to face her.

Should he apologize?

“Put it somewhere else, I don’t want to get up yet.” Lin Qingyue’s voice was a little aggrieved.

Without a word, he took the noodles out and kept them warm in the pot.

The door closed again. The room was dimly lit, and Lin Qingyue quickly fell back asleep.

This time, Lin Qingyue slept soundly until noon. She moved her body, the soreness eased, and got dressed.

Opening the bedroom door, she saw the three children sitting neatly on the sofa, all looking at her.

Lin Qingyue felt embarrassed. She looked around, but didn’t see Lu Siyi. “Where’s your dad?”

“A man in a military uniform called him away,” Lu Yiming replied, explaining that the man was his father’s colleague. “Dad said not to wait for him for lunch, he’ll be back tonight.”

Lin Qingyue nodded, put on an apron, and went into the kitchen to prepare lunch for the children.

“Humph, who sleeps until noon after a nap!”

She stopped and turned to see Lu Yiming covering Lu Yicheng’s mouth, Lu Yicheng struggling in protest.

“Aunt Lin, you heard wrong, my brother didn’t say anything.” Lu Yiming quickly defended his brother.

“I heard perfectly clearly.”

“That’s right! I said you’re lazy! Was I wrong?” Lu Yicheng broke free, angrily. “Who sleeps until noon after a nap!”

Who spends the whole night doing that? Lin Qingyue still wanted to talk to Lu Siyi about it.

“You’re a lazy, good-for-nothing wife!”

Lu Yiming covered his face, sweating for Lu Yicheng, thinking, ‘Oh dear, Aunt Lin is definitely going to be angry.’

Lin Qingyue frowned. It was probably because she had caused a scene at the wedding, leaving a bad impression on everyone.

She immediately understood the whispers she had heard in the compound yesterday.

Ah, this outcome wasn’t the children’s fault; they weren’t wrong, Lin Qingyue consoled herself.

She shouldn’t argue with children. She was their mother, not their enemy!

She stroked her chin and seriously asked, “What do you three want to eat? I’ll make it for you.”

“Aunt Lin, you’re not angry?” Lu Yiming looked at her stroking her chin seriously.

“You must have heard that from somewhere else. I’m not angry.” There was nothing to be angry about.

Si Xi came over and took Lin Qingyue’s hand. “Aunt Lin, don’t worry, I like you.”

Looking at Si Xi’s soft and cute appearance, Lin Qingyue wanted to hug her and kiss her tightly.

Lin Qingyue went into the kitchen and found that lunch was already prepared, kept warm in the pot. She just needed to heat it up.

“Did your dad prepare the meal before leaving?” she asked the children, puzzled.

Lu Yiming nodded. “Dad also told us to be quiet and not wake you up.”

Lin Qingyue’s heart felt warm. Lu Siyi was handsome, good at housework, calm and unhurried. Except for needing more practice in bed, and his slightly intense gaze from his military service, he was almost perfect.

She had really struck gold.

The original owner had really mistaken a pearl for a pebble!

After lunch, Lin Qingyue took the three children out to buy stationery. She held Si Xi’s hand, while Lu Yiming and Lu Yicheng ran and played around them.

“Slow down,” Lin Qingyue said, finding it difficult to keep up while holding Si Xi’s hand.

“If you make me a backpack, I won’t run!” Lu Yicheng turned around and made a face at her.

Make a backpack?

In her two lives, she had never touched a needle and thread. This little rascal was deliberately making things difficult for her.

“The ones in the store are much nicer than anything I could make. Let’s just buy one.”

“No! I want one you made!” Lu Yicheng grinned mischievously, walking backward and making a face at Lin Qingyue.

Suddenly, his small body bumped into a wall of flesh.

Lu Siyi frowned at him.

Lu Yicheng swallowed, timidly calling, “Dad!”

“What did you just say?” Lu Siyi’s expression was cold, his emotions unreadable.