Ski Into Love (Hush, the king is hibernating) [Requested]

Part 129

Chapter 129: The King Forgotten by the Gods

The next morning, Wang Xin was waiting downstairs early. He couldn't focus on his breakfast, taking twenty minutes to eat a bowl of noodles while checking his watch three times.

His internal monologue shifted from "30 minutes until I go upstairs to fetch them" to "20 minutes left" to "10-minute countdown."

At 9:30, he began to worry about what he'd do if they had already left when he went up.

Just as his anxiety peaked, the elevator doors opened.

A man in a black hoodie and sweatpants emerged, followed by a petite girl.

The girl, barely reaching his shoulder, trailed behind like a little eunuch, carrying two helmets—one black, one white—filled with face guards and gloves.

As they walked out, they were arguing.

"Just carry things properly. Don't swing them around. Can't you walk normally, with your heels touching the ground?" the man grumbled.

"I won't drop them! If I do, I'll pay for them!" she retorted.

"Can't you speak nicely? In TV dramas, the male lead mysteriously appears before the female lead after a long journey. But in reality, the male lead mysteriously appears on a ski jump, while the female lead travels far to surprise him. And instead of appreciating it, he criticizes her walking style—"

"........."

"This is how I walk. Take it or leave it."

"I was just saying. You've got quite the energy for such a long rant."

"Mm-hmm, what's wrong with that?"

The helmets in her hands clacked as she gestured.

"I slept well in your arms. If you didn't want me so energetic, you should've made me sleep on the couch instead of holding me."

Wang Xin rolled his eyes discreetly.

Now he understood why Shan Chong alternated between calling her "wife" and "mom."

Apart from his birth mother who carried and raised him, this young woman wasn't just pretty—

She skillfully turned harsh words into soft ones.

When she argued with her hands on her hips and a stern voice, it was real arguing.

But when she used the same posture to say sweet, coaxing words, it became adorable.

Look at Shan Chong—his eyebrows had been raised in annoyance, but now...

He let it go.

His large hand pressed against the small woman beside him, pulling her into his embrace with one swift motion.

He didn't forget to plant a kiss on the top of her head.

"I'm about to throw up my breakfast," Wang Xin said expressionlessly.

"The more you say, the more jealous you sound," Shan Chong retorted.

Shan Chong grabbed a red bean bun and ate it in a few bites.

He was about to say they could leave when he noticed Wei Zhi still looking around with her plate.

He sat back down.

When she returned with her plate of food and a glass of juice, she saw the two men engrossed in their phones.

She hesitated, then said, "I'll eat quickly."