Chapter 159: Chapter 107: You Two Better Brush Your Teeth Well After That Spicy Dinner

"Oh my, what happened here?"

Zhao Qiao’Er had just finished cleaning the floor, which she’d been doing on her hands and knees.

Both she and her sweetheart had made a mess all over the floor just a moment ago.

With her figure, it was a real struggle to clean while squatting under the square table.

Especially with her body feeling sore and numb, she was left breathless after finishing up under the table.

But she couldn’t just leave it be.

No matter how uninhibited Zhao Qiao’Er was, she couldn’t let anyone else clean up *that* kind of mess, could she?

Seeing the slightly breathless Zhao Qiao’Er, Lu Yuan raised an eyebrow.

"Still catching your breath? Were you playing by yourself again?

What? You’re still not satisfied?"

Zhao Qiao’Er shot Lu Yuan a bashful glare.

"What nonsense are you talking?

I was wiping the floor... and it’s all your fault, you little devil!

It’s so low under this table, it’s awkward for me to clean. It’s all cramped!"

Lu Yuan glanced under the table, an eyebrow raised in puzzlement.

"Then why not just move the table and get a mop?"

Zhao Qiao’Er froze, then arched an eyebrow and replied coquettishly:

"There’s still the underside of the table!

I’d still have to squat to wipe that!"

Lu Yuan replied with another chuckle.

"Then you could just flip the table over."

Zhao Qiao’Er blinked...

’Huh... I guess that’s true...’

’I’m so hopeless...’

’All my brain thinks about all day is how to get my sweetheart to plant his seed in me...’

In a flash of flustered anger, Zhao Qiao’Er shot Lu Yuan a glare.

She immediately looked away from Lu Yuan, turning to Su Liyan in his arms and quickly asking:

"Oh, enough about me.

Liyan, what happened? Look at your little face... were you crying just now?"

’For a moment, Zhao Qiao’Er felt she might have gone a little too far...’

’A little too wanton.’

’No matter how much she wanted it, no matter how wild she was being, she still had to consider Su Liyan’s feelings.’

’Of course, Zhao Qiao’Er also felt just a little bit wronged.’

’After all... she didn’t actually want to be so shameless...’

’But she just couldn’t resist her sweetheart...’

’She was now completely at this young man’s beck and call, totally compliant and unable to muster a single thought of resistance.’

’This...’

Just as Zhao Qiao’Er was about to say something, Lu Yuan sat down on a nearby chair with his wife in his arms, smiling.

"She’s fine. Just cried from a craving~"

Huh?

Zhao Qiao’Er was taken aback. ’Cried from a craving?’

’She didn’t quite understand what he meant.’

’Did... did she want to do what I was doing, too...?’

Meanwhile, a blushing Su Liyan pouted prettily from her seat on her man’s lap.

"Darling~~"

Lu Yuan feigned a glare in response to Su Liyan’s pout.

"What!

Was I wrong?!

I’ve told you a hundred times, it doesn’t matter if it’s a boy or a girl. I’ll adore them either way.

Besides, that ’sour for a boy, spicy for a girl’ saying is just an old wives’ tale.

If that stuff actually worked, everyone would just be eating spicy food!

What were you thinking? You’re so smart normally, why are you being such a dunce now? You’ve really got pregnancy brain, haven’t you?"

Su Liyan wrapped her arms around her man’s neck, her face full of adoration as she pouted.

"Darling~~

I’m not a dunce~~"

Seeing his wife look so gorgeous and yet so adorable.

Lu Yuan, who had only been pretending to be angry, couldn’t keep up the act.

He couldn’t resist pulling his wife into a hug and bursting into laughter.

Watching from the side, Zhao Qiao’Er let out a huge sigh of relief. She realized Su Liyan hadn’t been crying because of her after all.

Now understanding what was going on, Zhao Qiao’Er smiled and chimed in, her voice still a bit hoarse.

"Exactly~

A boy or a girl, it’s all the same. It’s not like we’re only going to have one, anyway~"

Su Liyan gave a slight pout with her soft pink lips, leaning against her man’s chest and nodding.

"Mhm~

I understand now~

Besides, we still have Aunt Zhao. Aunt Zhao has big hips, so she’ll definitely have a son~"

See? Another folk saying.

Zhao Qiao’Er froze for a second, then her face flushed red as she looked at Su Liyan, protesting petulantly:

"Liyan!

You’re making fun of your aunt now, too~"

Su Liyan looked over at Aunt Zhao and said sweetly,

"Of course not~

I’m so jealous of you, Auntie. Look how much he adores you.

When he went in to see you this morning, his face was all smeared.

He must have spent all last night holding your big hips and kissing them~"

Zhao Qiao’Er wasn’t shy around Song Meiqin.

But with Su Liyan, Zhao Qiao’Er really couldn’t take the teasing.

At Su Liyan’s words, Zhao Qiao’Er’s face instantly turned crimson.

She couldn’t resist stomping her slender foot, sending a ripple through her voluptuous curves.

With a charming pout, she whined:

"Liyan!

Not another word!

If you say any more, your aunt is really going to die of shame!"

But Su Liyan just chuckled softly in her man’s arms, pressing her lips together and letting the matter drop.

’In any case, after eating things like sour pickles for so long, her teeth felt like they were on edge from all the sourness.’

’Now that she was finally free from sour food and could eat whatever she craved, Su Liyan’s mood had improved greatly.’

’She was even in the mood for jokes.’

Soon, the maids in the Zhao Family began to serve the food.

Most of the dishes today were spicy.

Of course, there were also some milder dishes prepared for Aunt Zhao.

It was because of her hoarse throat.

"Where’s Aunt Song?"

Su Liyan, still in Lu Yuan’s arms, looked around with a puzzled expression.

Lu Yuan carried his wife straight to the dining table.

"She went to the factory. She’s staying there tonight and won’t be coming back."

Lu Yuan certainly hadn’t wanted Aunt Song to go spend the whole night at the factory.

However, Song Meiqin seemed to feel that she had burdened the family because of the incident.

That’s why, no matter what anyone said, she insisted on being at the factory today to personally watch over the craftsmen as they finished the products.

Lu Yuan felt a pang of sympathy seeing her like that. He figured that if he forced her to stay home, Aunt Song wouldn’t be able to sleep a wink.

’So he’d let her go to the factory and keep an eye on things.’