CHAPTER 360: CHAPTER 359 SOMETHING HAPPENED

As Shi Yang climbed the stairs, he couldn’t help but think that Zhao Meimei was surely waiting for him eagerly in the living room. Sure enough, as soon as he opened the door, Zhao Meimei leaped into his arms.

Shi Yang let her hold him, casually pulling the door closed.

"Brother! I’ve missed you like crazy!" Zhao Meimei held him tightly, her slender eyes sparkling.

Shi Yang, cooperating, tossed the stuff he was carrying onto the ground and wrapped his arms around her, both having much to say, much to ask, but they simply held each other quietly, foreheads touching, their breaths mingling.

After a moment, Shi Yang chuckled softly, saying in a low voice, "I’m all sweaty, let me take a shower first."

Zhao Meimei held on tightly, "Just a little longer."

Shi Yang kissed her lightly on the lips, "Alright, I’m going to shower. What do you want to eat tonight?"

"I haven’t thought about it, anything’s fine."

"Then I’ll check what your mom bought and think about what to make." Shi Yang kissed her lips again, "I’ll be right out."

When Zhao Meimei watched Shi Yang enter the bathroom, she hurried to the kitchen to arrange dinner.

As Shi Yang came out of the bathroom, Zhao Meimei was facing away from him, putting something on the coffee table. As she bent over, her loose shorts clung to her hips, revealing the top of her butt crack.

After she set down the items, she absentmindedly pulled up her shorts, her thighs forming a delicate curve that was even more enticing than the previous accidental exposure.

Upon hearing him, Zhao Meimei turned around, smiling and greeting, "Brother, come on over, time for dinner."

Shi Yang ran his fingers through his damp hair and walked over. On the coffee table were a large bowl of braised beef, and a steaming pot of noodles.

Several condiment dishes were lined up, green onions, cilantro, chili flakes, sesame oil, with two large empty bowls side by side.

Shi Yang laughed, "When did you prepare all this?"

Zhao Meimei smiled proudly, "The braised beef was made by my mom last night, I just cooked the noodles. The green onions and cilantro weren’t cut properly, they’re a bit too fine."

Looking at the steaming noodles on the table, Shi Yang knew Zhao Meimei was just feeling inspired but was deeply moved, longing for a day when he could work hard all day, come home, take a hot shower, and have a ready-made dinner waiting.

Especially since this meal was made personally by Zhao Meimei; just this thought made him feel incredibly happy.

Shi Yang sat on the sofa and was about to pick up his chopsticks when Zhao Meimei stopped his hand, "Brother, don’t move, I’ll serve you tonight."

Shi Yang hesitated for a moment, then joyfully leaned back, smiling as Zhao Meimei busied herself.

First, Zhao Meimei served Shi Yang some noodles, scooped a large spoonful of spicy beef broth, sprinkled green onions and chili flakes from the condiment dish, and then laid some choice pieces of beef on top, "Brother, enjoy the noodles."

Shi Yang nodded, picking up the noodles but not eager to take a bite, his gaze landing on Zhao Meimei as she served herself a bowl of noodles, stirring them carefully.

Zhao Meimei wore a new pajama set bought last month, a white cotton camisole with thin straps, featuring a rainbow from her left shoulder across the back, and matching shorts, low-rise, tightly hugging her thighs.

The bright light above casting a glow on her neckline, Shi Yang holding chopsticks said, "Baby, you seem to have gotten paler."

Zhao Meimei slurped her noodles, speaking indistinctly, "Hmm? ...Really? Maybe it’s because I’ve been busy preparing for the English exam, stuck in the classroom all day."

Shi Yang’s gaze followed the curve from her chest and slowly moved downward. Zhao Meimei, feeling warm from working, casually lifted her vest, revealing her taut abdomen.

After months of working out, Zhao Meimei’s abs weren’t particularly defined, but her stomach had a thin layer of muscle that was flat and pleasing.

Shi Yang watched for a while, liking what he saw, thinking it truly looked good.

Zhao Meimei, in front of Shi Yang, ate hungrily, her mouth covered in sauce, not needing to be mindful about her eating manner. As she slurped a few times and looked up, she saw Shi Yang watching her intently, raising her eyebrows asking, "Brother, why aren’t you eating?"

Shi Yang put noodles in his mouth, "Eating now."

Though Shi Yang hadn’t been too hungry, seeing Zhao Meimei eating with gusto whetted his appetite, following her bite for bite with noodles and beef.

The rich, spicy flavors left him sweating, his pores relaxed, feeling comfortable and satisfied.

Shi Yang wiped his mouth and turned to watch Zhao Meimei eat.

Zhao Meimei, feeling uncomfortable under his gaze, stopped her chopsticks, turning to complain, "Brother, don’t stare like that!"

Shi Yang squinting handsomely said, "You eat yours, I’ll watch mine, don’t mind me."

Zhao Meimei was just about to speak when a bite of spice choked her nose, covering her mouth in a fit of coughing.

Shi Yang quickly reached out to pat her back, passing her a cup, "Quick, drink some water to ease it."

Zhao Meimei gulped a few sips and finally recovered, turning to glare at Shi Yang, complaining, "It’s all your fault! ..."

Choked by spice, Zhao Meimei’s eyes were red, tears welling, slightly narrowed, her gaze holding a mix of grievance and coyness.

Shi Yang felt warmth in his heart, not waiting for her to finish speaking before cupping her head from behind, pulling her close, kissed her, apologizing in muffled tones, "Hmm, it’s all my fault." Then diving in deeper.

Just as their kiss grew intense, Shi Yang’s phone suddenly rang.

Zhao Meimei pushed him, "Brother, the phone!"

Shi Yang bit her lip softly before reaching for the phone, glancing at the caller display, smiling, "Meimei, it’s your dad calling."

Zhao Meimei was taken aback, "Why doesn’t my dad call the landline?"

Shi Yang casually pressed the answer key, but before he could speak, Liu Xiue’s anxious voice came through, "Yangyang, your uncle’s stomach hurts badly, I said to take him to the hospital, but he refuses, insists it’s just something he ate!"

"What?" Shi Yang’s voice suddenly raised, "What’s happening? How’s my uncle now?"

Liu Xiue said, "After dinner, he said his stomach hurt. I didn’t think much of it initially, but it’s gotten severe now, he’s lying in the room groaning. I said to go to the hospital, but he’s flat-out refusing!"

"Ridiculous!" Shi Yang was alarmed, "Feeling unwell and not rushing to the hospital, what’s he waiting for? Aunt, I’m heading over now, don’t worry!"

Shi Yang hung up the phone, Zhao Meimei’s face turned pale with fear, asking, "Brother, what’s wrong with my dad?"

Shi Yang, while searching for numbers, said, "He said his stomach hurts... Brother Wenda and the others are nearby, I’ll call them now to help take your dad to the hospital quickly, you change clothes, and we’ll head there."