In Big Brother’s eyes and heart, there was only his wife. Apart from her, no other woman caught his attention.
Zhan Yin gave his younger brother a thorough scolding, but he wouldn’t truly become estranged from him.
After all, Zhanyuan was his only biological brother.
However, he made up his mind that from now on, he wouldn’t say a word about his brother’s romantic affairs.
If Old Six came to him with troubles in the future, he’d just listen quietly, without uttering a single word.
He was furious.
“Alright, you’re twenty-seven years old. You have your own mind. From now on, don’t talk to me about your love life. What do you take me for? Every time one of you has a problem, you come to me, as if I’m some sort of love counsellor?”
“My love story with your sister-in-law is something you can’t replicate, so don’t bring it up with me again.”
Zhanyuan gave an awkward smile.
He knew his brother was still angry.
He quickly asked about his sister-in-law and the unborn baby, changing the subject, which softened his brother’s tone a bit.
After a while, the brothers ended the call.
Zhanyuan let out a sigh of relief, wiping the cold sweat from his forehead.
Even from such a distance, just over a phone call, upsetting his brother had scared him witless.
He lightly slapped his own mouth a few times, muttering to himself, “That’s what you get for speaking without thinking. Now Big Brother won’t be my love counsellor anymore.”
Back in Guancheng, Zhan Yin was still fuming.
As he put it, if his brother were in front of him, he’d definitely give him a kick.
Haitong pushed open the bedroom door and came in.
She had been downstairs chatting with the elders and sisters-in-law, and feeling a bit tired, she came upstairs to wash up and sleep.
As she entered, she saw Zhan Yin’s cold expression, clearly very angry.
Haitong closed the door and walked over, bending down to look at him. Zhan Yin reached out, pulling her into his arms, and she fell into his embrace.
He then adjusted her position, so she was comfortably nestled against him.
His movements were swift but careful, always mindful of her pregnant belly.
When holding her, his large hands gently supported her stomach.
Haitong tried to turn her head to look at him.
He held her tightly, saying in a low, husky voice, “Darling, don’t move. Let me hold you properly.”
Haitong stayed still, relaxing completely and settling comfortably in his arms.
Winter in Guancheng wasn’t cold. They didn’t have the heater on, and the windows weren’t even closed. Zhan Yin loved keeping the windows open in winter.
He said if the windows were closed, no cold air could get in, and it wouldn’t feel like winter at all.
But he loved holding her to keep warm—or rather, keeping her warm. He was a strong man, full of vitality, and being in his arms was like leaning against a heater, wonderfully warm.
Haitong almost suspected her husband deliberately left the windows open to let the cold air in, so she’d have to snuggle into his arms for warmth.
Zhan Yin rested his chin on her shoulder.
“Tongtong.”
“I love you.”
Haitong reached back, touching his head, and smiled. “What’s got into you tonight?”
“When I came in, you looked really angry. Who upset you?”
