Flash Marriage, Deep Love-Chapter 33 Acting in Concert

With those words, Mi Jing helped the old lady into the house. The old lady seemed to be in a good mood, her smile never fading as she casually glanced around while walking.

"Granddaughter-in-law, did you sleep in the living room last night?" The old lady abruptly narrowed her eyes when she saw the blanket on the sofa, then turned her face to ask as if nothing had happened.

Hearing this, Mi Jing almost wanted to die!

She had only slept on the sofa once, and just like that, she got caught red-handed! How could she be so unlucky!

But in this situation, the more nervous she was, the calmer she had to appear. "No! I slept in the bed last night," Mi Jing denied calmly.

"Then what’s with this blanket?" The old lady, who had seen many storms, was not so easily fooled by Mi Jing.

"Uh..."

Mi Jing hesitated for a moment, then lied through her teeth, "Last night, I was cold while watching TV, so I took out the blanket."

"So that’s what it was!" The old lady nodded knowingly, but a sharp glint quickly flashed in her eyes.

"Yes, yes."

The peculiar look in the old lady’s eyes disappeared so quickly that Mi Jing didn’t notice anything wrong. She nodded like pounding garlic, cooperating fully.

But the old lady did not stop questioning there. She looked at Mi Jing, her face full of confusion again, "Isn’t the heater on in the house? Granddaughter-in-law, you’re not coming down with a cold or fever, are you?"

While speaking, the old lady immediately showed a worried expression and raised her hand to feel Mi Jing’s forehead with her palm.

The warmth of her hand made Mi Jing’s body stiffen at once, a surge of blood rushed to her face, making her cheeks burn hot.

Realizing that her lie had been exposed and facing the old lady’s concern, Mi Jing felt extremely guilty and ashamed. She bit her lip and said directly, "Grandma, I’m fine. I don’t have a cold or fever. Also, I’m sorry, I just lied."

"It’s okay, as long as you’re fine." The old lady pulled Mi Jing to sit down, her expression kind and gentle, her tone concerned and mild, "Tell Grandma, is Xingxing bullying you?"

Xingxing?

Mi Jing was stunned for a moment, unable to associate the nickname with Shen Lingxing himself.

"Did he really bully you?" Seeing that Mi Jing didn’t speak, the old lady feigned surprise and asked.

"No, he treats me very well," Mi Jing shook her head and said.

Mi Jing was speaking from her heart.

She genuinely felt that Shen Lingxing treated her quite well. Not only did he respect her wishes, but he was also willing to help her solve problems, so she was quite grateful to him.

But it was just gratitude.

Hearing Mi Jing’s affirmation of Shen Lingxing, the old lady pursed her lips into a smile, her eyes filled with intense joy and pride. Knowing her grandson’s character well, but curious and concerned about his sudden marriage, she had to get to the bottom of it.

"Granddaughter-in-law, you don’t have to speak well of Xingxing. If he really treated you well, how could he bear to let you sleep on the sofa?" The old lady deliberately put on a stern face and said seriously, "Xingxing must be bullying you, right? Don’t worry, tell Grandma, and I’ll make sure to stand up for you!"

"Uh..."

This put Mi Jing in a dilemma. She didn’t know what to say, so she looked at the old lady with a red face, embarrassed and speechless.

"Don’t be afraid, tell Grandma, and I won’t say it was you who said it."

The old lady patiently donned a friendly smile, "luring" Mi Jing into telling the truth.

"Grandma, why did you come so early in the morning?"

Just as the old lady finished speaking, a husky voice tinged with sleepiness immediately resonated. Mi Jing instantly felt relieved. She looked up toward the staircase to see Shen Lingxing, dressed in loungewear with tousled hair, walking down lazily.

No matter how you looked at it, a genuinely handsome guy was always handsome, and this saying held true. Even in his unkempt state, Shen Lingxing was dazzlingly attractive.

"You brat, judging by your tone, you don’t welcome my visits, do you?" The old lady crossed her arms and pouted, feigning anger.

"Of course, you’re welcome. If you came an hour or two later, I’d welcome you even more," Shen Lingxing said as he walked over and sat next to Mi Jing, his arm wrapped around her affectionately. Loud enough for the old lady to hear, he said, "Honey, still mad at me?"

"..."

Mi Jing said nothing, staring at Shen Lingxing with wide, bewildered eyes, as if to say: Dude, what act are you putting on now?

Ignoring whether Mi Jing understood his intentions, Shen Lingxing kissed her cheek and said, "Be good, don’t be mad. I promise to be more restrained in the future and let you rest more."

Now Mi Jing understood that Shen Lingxing was putting on an act for his grandmother.

Rolling her eyes, Mi Jing quickly thought of some dialogue from romance novels. Her watery eyes widened as she pretended to be angry and questioned, "You always make promises afterward, but when have you ever kept them?"

"This time, I mean it." Shen Lingxing glanced at the smiling old lady and added, "Grandma is here. Give me some face, okay?"

"Fine, I’ll forgive you this time. But if you break your word again, you’ll be the one sleeping on the sofa!"

Getting into the role, Mi Jing reached out and pinched the soft flesh on Shen Lingxing’s waist, which made the old lady laugh so hard her mouth couldn’t close.

"Alright, stop being lovey-dovey in front of this old lady. Go brush your teeth and wash your face."

With the old lady’s "pardon," Shen Lingxing wasted no time, putting his arm around Mi Jing and striding upstairs.

"Madam, now you can rest assured. The young master and mistress seem to have a good relationship." After Shen Lingxing and Mi Jing left, a middle-aged woman who had been quietly sitting on a single sofa spoke to the old lady with a smile.

"I’m just afraid it’s all an act," the old lady replied with a calm demeanor, her cheerful expression gone.

"Really?"

Witnessing it with one’s own eyes – could it be false? Moreover, the young master didn’t know they were coming today, right? Most importantly, if the young master didn’t like the young mistress, they wouldn’t have gotten married, would they?

Mrs. Zhou was full of doubts.

"Whether it’s an act or not, we’ll know with more observation." The old lady looked at the figures of Shen Lingxing holding Mi Jing, her eyes deepening.

With the old lady downstairs, Mi Jing obediently let Shen Lingxing hold her. But once upstairs and inside the bathroom, she broke free and walked to the sink.

"Honey, the act isn’t over yet." Shen Lingxing casually locked the bathroom door and smiled, looking at Mi Jing who was squeezing toothpaste.