Chapter 1591: Go, Close the Door! - Sweet Nostalgia of the 80s - NovelsTime

Sweet Nostalgia of the 80s

Chapter 1591: Go, Close the Door!

Author: Leaf Whispering Serenely
updatedAt: 2025-08-21

CHAPTER 1591: CHAPTER 1591: GO, CLOSE THE DOOR!

"Good to know." Qin Jian’s eyes brimmed with desire as he lifted her up by the arms, swept everything on the table aside, and laid her on top of it.

"Stop messing around! Aren’t we still supposed to go to Tian Niu’s place? With all your fooling around, how long will it take for us to be ready?" An Hao whispered loudly, pushing away his two hands that were causing a commotion on her body.

"Very quick. Just a moment!" Qin Jian said as he took off his shirt, revealing his marble-like taut muscles, which glistened with a bewitching metallic sheen under the afternoon sun.

An Hao became enamored with his muscular frame and the myriad of scars that adorned it. Her tender palms couldn’t help caressing his handsome pecs and abs, and she gave up resisting: "Go ahead, close the door!"

Qin Jian’s lips curled into a smile. He lifted her up with one hand, pressed her against the door, and his deep eyes beneath his thick eyebrows radiated an intense heat.

An Hao gazed deeply into his eyes, and soon her entire body ignited with his touch.

She was like a small boat rocking in the vast ocean, lifted to the skies by the thrust of his hips.

Zhang Yun noticed that it was already lunchtime, yet the two of them hadn’t left.

She put down her child, who had fallen asleep in her arms, and went upstairs. Hearing muffled thuds from behind the door, and thinking the couple was fighting, she knocked.

"Qin Jian, An Hao, what are you doing? Don’t fight, do you hear me?"

"Mhm. It’s fine, Mom, you can go down. I’m letting An Hao beat me up to vent her anger," Qin Jian said in a muffled voice.

"Alright, that works." After saying that, Zhang Yun still felt uneasy and reminded An Hao, "That’s enough, just take it easy. He is your man after all! Don’t hit him too hard!"

"Got it, Mom!"

Soon after, the two of them came downstairs.

Qin Jian looked completely refreshed, and An Hao’s cheeks were flushed with an intoxicating red. The couple, hand in hand, picked up the two fish from the kitchen and bid farewell to Zhang Yun before leaving.

Seeing the two of them in this state, Zhang Yun understood everything.

Ah, how embarrassing!

The young couple was being intimate at home, and she mistook it for fighting!

Ah, why bother with things that aren’t her business!

............

Tian Niu was struggling with the spatula in the kitchen, with so much smoke that Gu Shuangshuang couldn’t stop coughing, followed by bouts of vomiting.

"Can you even do this? Are you trying to suffocate us?" Gu Shuangshuang, hands on her hips and one hand covering her mouth, stood at the kitchen doorway, scolding Tian Niu fiercely.

"Wife! This is the best I can do! Why don’t you close the door? Let me be the only one choking on the smoke?" Tian Niu said apologetically with a face full of remorse.

"Hmm. Good idea!" Gu Shuangshuang said, and with a stretch of her hand and a loud bang, she shut the door.

Tian Niu: "..." Wife, you really don’t hold back, do you!

Gu Shuangshuang turned around and returned to the living room. Seeing the little boy sitting there somewhat nervously, she gave an apologetic smile: "Don’t mind me! I’m not usually this fierce. It’s just that this guy is too dumb, he can’t even cook a decent meal!"

"No worries! It’s okay!" He waved his hands repeatedly, his mind involuntarily filled with thoughts of Mu Mian, that gentle and charming girl.

He was going to marry the gentlest woman in the world!

Bang bang bang~ The sudden knocking at the door broke the awkward silence.

Gu Shuangshuang got up to open the door and saw An Hao, with her arm entwined with Qin Jian’s, standing outside. In their hands, they held a heap of fruits and vegetables, and two big fish.

"You two ancestors finally decided to show up! What time is it? While others have lunch, our family is about to have dinner!" Gu Shuangshuang spoke as she took what they were carrying from their hands.

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