Forced Pampering: Haughty Husband, Please Restrain Yourself

Chapter 1276: Chapter 1290: Haven’t You Forgotten Yet?

Chen Yankun was shoved aside by him and staggered, then pointed at his own nose and asked, ”You don’t understand what I’m saying? After what you did last night, you actually don’t get what I’m talking about? If it weren’t for the sake of us being brothers, would I have dragged you back to my place? Do you have any idea how heavy you are? I practically carried you upstairs on my back, splashing water after water on your face to sober you up, changing your clothes piece by piece, and now I’m even feeding you down there. Forget being grateful, now you’re even嫌弃-ing me? You brat, this is called burning the bridge after crossing the river, you know that?”

By now Lin Junyang had already dished up the noodles. Carrying the bowl out of the kitchen, he spoke indifferently as he turned around, ”I don’t know about ’burning the bridge after crossing the river’, but I do know how to make you shut up.”

Sure enough, Chen Yankun shut his mouth and followed him out of the kitchen like a tail. Once Lin Junyang sat down at the dining table and started eating his noodles, he also sat down opposite him.

It wasn’t until he watched Lin Junyang eat half a bowl of noodles that Chen Yankun was still sizing him up.

He was sure this kid definitely had something going on, but it seemed a bit different from what he’d guessed last night.

”Fifth, what kind of shock did you take yesterday, how did you end up going to a bar to get drunk?”

In the end, he couldn’t hold it in and asked.

”What? Not allowed?” Lin Junyang slurped a mouthful of noodles and asked coldly, then buried his head and kept eating.

”Allowed, of course it’s allowed. It’s not rare for other men to get drunk, but you getting drunk is what’s rare. Who doesn’t know that after you and Second joined the army you were strict with yourselves? Never mind getting drunk, even when you drank you always stopped at the line. Now you’re the Special Team’s captain and vice-captain, you’re supposed to lead by example. I thought about it all night and still couldn’t figure out why you’d drink yourself under the table.”

Chen Yankun lay on the table opposite, talking while studying Lin Junyang’s expression. Seeing that his face didn’t change, he refused to give up and continued, ”Do you know that after you got drunk last night you kept calling Xie Yuting’s name? I even counted for you, you called it a total of 128 times.”

The moment Chen Yankun said Xie Yuting’s name, he could see Lin Junyang pause for a second, but after that brief second he just went on eating his noodles.

”And what exactly does that prove?” Lin Junyang lowered his head, noodles in his mouth, and mumbled unclearly.

But his heart throbbed faintly with pain. Still haven’t forgotten?

He clearly felt that the wound in his chest had already healed, yet yesterday, when he saw that stupid woman smash the only crystal music box she’d left behind, it still hurt just as much.

That was the only keepsake she’d left him. All these years, whenever he returned to the Imperial City, returned to that room, he would habitually pick up the crystal music box, wind it up fully, listen to the beautiful melody inside, and revisit those youthful, green years.

And now, he really could never go back to that time. Even the only thing she’d left behind was gone.

”It really doesn’t prove anything, because you were also calling Xiao Xiao’s name at the same time, and you called it a total of 692 times.”

”Pfft... cough... cough cough...”

Lin Junyang sprayed out a mouthful of noodles, hitting Chen Yankun square in the face opposite him.

Like someone with a guilty conscience, Lin Junyang hastily yanked a few tissues from the side to wipe his mouth, then stood up with his head down. ”I should head back.”

With that, he turned and went upstairs. Because he moved too quickly, he tripped over the chair, which fell with a loud ”bang.”

Chen Yankun calmly raised his head, pulled the noodle off his forehead, his eyes deep as he watched that retreating back, the corners of his lips curled in a Mona Lisa–style smile.