Chapter 320: Chapter 320

When Zhao Meimei carried the packed meals home, Shi Yang was still on the way.

Zhao Meimei changed into her home clothes, her hair half-dry from being washed at the fitness center, and she was debating whether to use a hairdryer when her phone rang. She thought it was a call from Shi Yang, but it turned out to be Peng Hui.

Earlier today at the gym, a rather handsome young man kept staring at Peng Hui. Zhao Meimei’s heart warmed when she picked up the call, hoping Shi Yang would be home early. She only worked out for an hour, and when she left, Peng Hui and Qian Simeng were still working hard on the treadmills.

Could something have happened?

Zhao Meimei excitedly answered the call, and Peng Hui’s excited voice came through: "Meimei, that handsome guy just asked for my phone number, hahaha!"

Zhao Meimei’s eyes lit up: "Really! Oh, congratulations!"

Peng Hui laughed for a while and said, "I didn’t give him my number."

Zhao Meimei was taken aback: "Why not?"

Peng Hui said, "No reason, I don’t know him, why should I give him my number?" Official source ıs ɴovelfire.net

Zhao Meimei was speechless: "If he asked for your number, he must be interested in you! Don’t you like him quite a bit?"

Peng Hui chuckled, "He’s alright, I just think he’s handsome, purely admiring. Besides, that guy from the sports institute gave you something today, and you didn’t accept it either?"

Zhao Meimei instantly looked proud: "If I accepted everything given to me, that would make me too cheap. Plus, that guy was really unattractive..."

Just as Zhao Meimei was saying this, the door unlocked. She quickly changed her tone and raised her voice slightly: "Moreover, I have a family and a home. I can’t accept things from outsiders; I must firmly defend my brother’s corner and not give anyone a chance to try and dig it!"

Shi Yang entered just in time to hear Zhao Meimei loudly declaring her loyalty, causing a smile to tug at his lips. He changed his shoes while asking, "Who are you on the phone with, talking so deeply?"

Zhao Meimei turned her head, beaming brightly: "Bro!!!... Peng Hui, my brother’s back, I’m hanging up now!!"

Zhao Meimei, completely ignoring Peng Hui who was still talking on the phone, hung up directly.

She had just tossed the phone onto the coffee table when Shi Yang came over and pinned her onto the sofa, his heavy breathing brushing Zhao Meimei’s ear: "Did you miss me, big baby?"

Zhao Meimei immediately cupped Shi Yang’s face in her hands and kissed him eagerly.

Black whirlpools surged in Shi Yang’s eyes as he pushed Zhao Meimei’s tongue back, fervently capturing her lips.

Their heated bodies ignited at that moment.

The sturdy sofa couldn’t withstand such a fierce onslaught, creaking in protest.

Zhao Meimei felt like she was being frequently electrocuted, electric currents coursing throughout her body, leaving her mind in turmoil.

Though their separation was barely over a week, it felt particularly agonizing due to constant longing and worry.

At this moment, all the longing and anticipation turned into intense affection, releasing their burning love in the passion.

Shi Yang spoke through chaotic breaths: "I almost died missing you..."

Zhao Meimei’s body trembled fiercely, unable to utter a coherent word.

Shi Yang’s actions were aggressive, yet his voice was low and hoarse, layered with thick tenderness: "Baby, say something sweet, I want to hear it!"

Zhao Meimei, breaking down, cried out: "Bro!... Husband!"

The word "husband" from Zhao Meimei prompted a low, rough roar from Shi Yang. Sweat flew as he surged to a climax. Breathing a long sigh, he held Zhao Meimei close, finally relieving the pent-up longing from days apart, granting a moment’s release to his agitated body. They could finally cuddle, whisper sweet, intimate words.

Holding his cherished Da Bao, Shi Yang asked concernedly: "What delicious things has your mom been feeding you these days?"

Zhao Meimei instinctively wanted to count dishes on her fingers, but when she parted her lips slightly, she recalled her dad’s words, hesitated, and instead asked, "How about you? Bro, during your trip to the headquarters, did you eat well? Wasn’t it uncomfortable to sleep suddenly in a different place? I saw your message in the middle of the night, you weren’t asleep then. Were you busy with work?"

Initially, Zhao Meimei sounded deliberate, but as she continued, genuine concern showed. She looked at Shi Yang carefully. In just over a week, she could see Shi Yang had lost weight, and dark circles were evident under his eyes.

Zhao Meimei touched his face: "Next time when there’s ordering to be done, don’t go with them, let the others handle it. Look how exhausted you are. Rest well these days. Tomorrow morning, don’t get up to make breakfast for me. I’ll go to the dumpling stall downstairs, their three-flavored wontons are delicious. You’re getting a lazy morning to recharge."

Shi Yang felt utterly comforted, Zhao Meimei’s few words filled his heart with warmth. His eyes softened with a watery tenderness: "Actually, it was alright, I just missed you terribly."

Zhao Meimei looked up, meeting Shi Yang’s gaze. The touch of emotional resonance in his eyes moved her deeply, making her silently applaud her father.

They say men understand men best, and Zhao Meimei increasingly took her dad’s advice to heart, often recalling it in her mind.

Zhao Meimei hadn’t mentioned her fitness routine to Shi Yang, but her changes were beginning to show.

Once, after Shi Yang finished showering and returned to the bedroom to change into clean home clothes, Zhao Meimei, eyeing his broad shoulders, narrow waist, and long legs, swallowed silently and couldn’t help but beckon to Shi Yang: "Bro, come here."

Shi Yang turned around and walked to the bedside. Zhao Meimei immediately hugged his leg, cheekily saying: "I beg for your favor, my lord!"

And then Shi Yang pressed her onto the bed, thoroughly granting her "favor."

Afterwards, as they rested together, Shi Yang lightly pinched her increasingly firm waist, casually complimenting: "The feel is getting better and better."

That one sentence instantly smoothed over Zhao Meimei’s complaints about her daily grueling two-hour workouts. The next day at the gym, Zhao Meimei worked even harder.

As her figure improved, Zhao Meimei began to explore fashion and makeup, occasionally dragging Peng Hui and Qian Simeng with her to browse the cosmetic counters. In the end, she bought a whole set of high-end cosmetics and diligently practiced makeup tutorials on her computer every day.