Sweet Time Only for You: The Entanglement between Mr. Lu and Miss Song-Chapter 411: The Tonic from Uncle Rong

This kiss wasn’t long; he stopped at just the right moment and gently bit her lips, as if to leave a mark.

Song Yinyin winced from the pain and heard his husky, charming laugh emanate from his chest.

Ultimately he didn’t linger on her for too long; his expression was very joyful when he got up, making it clear he was in a great mood.

Seeing this, Song Yinyin lost her anger and couldn’t help but smile happily.

With that, the sleepiness was gone. Song Yinyin got up and went to the bathroom, took a hot bath, and when she went downstairs, she found that Lu Jihan and Song Dabai were not around, only Uncle Rong was busily working.

"Uncle Rong, where are Lu Jihan and Dabai?"

Uncle Rong walked over with a smile and said, "Miss Song, since you’ve already agreed to Mr. Jihan to get the marriage certificate with him, don’t be so formal. You can call him by name, and I’m sure Mr. Jihan would be happy with that."

After a brief pause, Uncle Rong pursed his lips and said with a smile, "Those little couples often call each other ’husband’ and ’wife,’ or even give each other nicknames or diminutives. You and Mr. Jihan could try that too."

Song Yinyin was stunned for a moment.

But... give him a nickname?

It seems like a good suggestion.

Indeed, always calling him Lu Jihan doesn’t seem quite appropriate.

A few words automatically popped into her mind, like ’husband,’ ’Jinhan,’ ’Han Han,’ ’A Jin,’ ’A Han,’ and so on...

Suddenly, she shivered and felt a chill, disgusted by these cheesy names.

It’s better not to; letting things take their natural course is the best. Doesn’t he call her Song Yinyin directly?

Hmm...

Song Yinyin nodded and lifted her head again, only to see Uncle Rong coming in with a bowl of soup.

She smelled a strong medicinal aroma from afar, seemingly emanating from the soup, reminiscent of red ginseng, longan, and ejiao...

"Uncle Rong, what is this?" Song Yinyin instinctively pinched her nose; she disliked the smell of Chinese medicine the most.

"Oh, young madam, this is a specially brewed tonic for you. It’s meant to nourish yin and yang, and is an excellent supplement. Young madam, you should drink more."

Uncle Rong kept a smile at the corners of his mouth, patiently explaining, and had already automatically changed Song Yinyin’s title, no longer calling her ’Miss Song,’ but directly calling her ’young madam.’

Upon hearing the word ’supplement,’ Song Yinyin’s face suddenly turned as red as a pig liver.

Meaning, Uncle Rong already knows about her and Lu Jihan...

O, M, G!

Song Yinyin’s face turned crimson like a pig liver and remained so for a long time.

.........

At the Lu family’s old residence, the third-floor master bedroom.

This room has a strong artistic vibe; on the right stone wall upon entering, there’s a poster more than a person tall, featuring the owner of the room.

Further inside is a simple Eastern European-style decor. The room, which spans over a hundred square meters, is adorned in shades of gray, blue, and light yellow.

On the left side against the wall, there stands a Yamaha grand piano and a wall full of bookshelves containing piano art master’s books from around the world and classical scores from various periods...

Further inside lies a two-meter-wide Simmons bed, with a young man not more than twenty-five years old lying on it, his beauty akin to a painting.

With striking features, gentle eyebrows, and softened by the morning sun, his face exudes a fluid tenderness, like a prince from a fairy tale, radiating warmth.

This should be a beautiful scene.

Sadly, the good times didn’t last long; a burst of noisy ringtone disturbed his tranquility, making him frown slightly, half-open his eyes, and turn his head to look.