Chapter 246 - 130: Chen Yuan Is Gone, No More Being a Little Woman

Chapter 246: Chapter 130: Chen Yuan Is Gone, No More Being a Little Woman

They found their seats, and Jiang Wanyi deftly draped a blanket over Chen Yuan’s legs.

Their bodies were pressed close together, and Jiang Wanyi gently rested her head on Chen Yuan’s shoulder.

For her, it was only in a place like this that she dared to be so bold. It was incredibly reassuring.

Although it was a horror movie, it drew a decent crowd, and the theater quickly filled up. Some people, like them, had come specifically for the couple’s seating—the movie itself didn’t really matter.

After a few minutes, the movie began.

For the first ten minutes or so, the film’s tone was completely normal, but then things gradually started to go off the rails.

It wasn’t just scary; it was also a little disgusting, making Chen Yuan frown. Still, it was all within a tolerable range for him.

But Jiang Wanyi couldn’t handle it. She clutched Chen Yuan’s arm tightly, not daring to watch the gory scenes at all as she buried herself in his arms.

"If it’s too much for you, we don’t have to watch."

"It’s okay. It was just one or two scenes. The rest is fine," Jiang Wanyi whispered.

"I’ve seen similar movies before, but I didn’t expect this one to be so gory."

"That’s how foreign movies are."

Chen Yuan touched Jiang Wanyi’s hand. "Your hand is cold."

"I’ll just hold yours for a bit."

Jiang Wanyi took the initiative and held Chen Yuan’s hand. Suddenly, the gory images on the screen no longer seemed so frightening.

Without realizing it, Jiang Wanyi had snuggled into Chen Yuan’s arms. Her delicate brows remained furrowed; even though the scenes were gory and terrifying, she couldn’t help but peek to see what would happen next.

Chen Yuan sat completely still—or rather, he didn’t dare to move.

Jiang Wanyi’s leg was resting on his, their bodies pressed together. The soft contact sent Chen Yuan’s mind racing, making it impossible for him to focus on the movie anymore.

Gingerly, Chen Yuan shifted his position and tugged at his pants a few times.

Jiang Wanyi glanced over at him. She felt an urge to laugh but managed to hold it in.

’He’s still so young,’ she thought. ’So clueless.’

Discreetly, Jiang Wanyi shifted her own position to give him some space and ease his discomfort, but their hands remained tightly clasped.

Jiang Wanyi didn’t pay much attention to the rest of the movie. Her mind was filled with a whirlwind of thoughts—plans for her future, things she couldn’t yet share with anyone.

The dark theater hid the blush on Jiang Wanyi’s cheeks. In this small, private world of their own, the distance between them closed even more.

They remained in that position until the very end of the movie.

Jiang Wanyi was left wanting more. It wasn’t because of the movie; it was because she had no idea when she would have another chance to be so openly affectionate with him.

The house lights came up, and Chen Yuan stood up, stomping his feet a little before adjusting his pants.

Jiang Wanyi watched him with a mischievous, sly smile.

"What are you laughing at?"

"I’m not laughing."

She took his arm. "Come on, let’s wander around the mall for a bit before we head home."

"Okay."

As they left the theater, Jiang Wanyi tried to act casual, but a faint smile never left her lips.

"Stop giving me that mischievous smile."

"Am I? I think my expression is perfectly normal."

The moment she thought about what had just happened, Jiang Wanyi couldn’t suppress a smile that involuntarily tugged at her lips.

’And nothing even really happened. We just sat a little closer while watching a movie, and he’s already like this.’

’No matter how much he takes the lead in their daily lives, when it came to things he had no experience with, he was still just a clueless rookie.’

"Jiang Wanyi, you’re getting a little cocky."

"No, I’m not. Don’t talk nonsense."

He pulled his arm from her grasp and slid it around her full waist.

Jiang Wanyi was flustered, not expecting Chen Yuan to be so bold.

"There are so many people here."

"Isn’t it perfectly normal for a husband and wife to do this?"

Jiang Wanyi felt a little awkward. The gesture was indeed normal, but their relationship wasn’t exactly conventional.

’I’d only just gotten used to taking his arm, and here he was, already taking things a step further!’

’That cheeky brat! The nerve of him!’

"I think you’re the one doing it on purpose."

Jiang Wanyi felt awkward being held by Chen Yuan like that. It wasn’t that she was shy; she just felt such a public display of affection was more suited for young couples and perhaps not appropriate for her.

"Alright, just take my arm. People are staring at us."

She moved Chen Yuan’s hand from her waist, holding it as she linked her arm through his again. She didn’t mind that her chest was pressed against him; it made her feel like a giddy young woman.

After browsing the mall for a while, Jiang Wanyi bought Chen Yuan a pair of pants, telling him to save them for the New Year.

They walked around for about an hour until she started to feel uncomfortably full, so they drove home.

After pumping and leaving Chen Yuan in charge of handling the output, she changed into her pajamas, feeling completely refreshed.

Jiang Wanyi sat on one end of the sofa, and Chen Yuan rested his head in her lap. A pleasant fragrance emanated from her, one that he found intoxicating every time he smelled it.

They both settled into this position quite naturally, neither feeling any discomfort.

Jiang Wanyi started a video call with her mother. She couldn’t go more than a few hours without seeing her child.

"Mom, where’s the baby?"

"She’s right here, playing."

Liu Fengzhi flipped the camera to show Mili, and Chen Yuan leaned in to look as well. The old couple were in the room, playing with the child.

"Sweetheart, look at Mommy."

Hearing Jiang Wanyi’s voice, Mili turned her head.

"Daddy, Mommy..."

When she heard Mili call out "Daddy," Jiang Wanyi’s body went rigid.

"What cartoons have you been showing her? She’s always yelling ’Daddy’," Liu Fengzhi said.