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Shouya carried An Xin Ya out of the bathroom and gently placed her on the bed, gazing at her with intense eyes, as if she were a perfect work of art.
Although they had already been in the bathroom once, his body began to heat up again, as if a fire were raging within him.
An Xin Ya shyly turned her face away, her calm and steady breathing becoming rapid under his burning gaze, her chest rising and falling.
Just as Shouya was about to lean down, his phone rang, forcing him to stop. He picked it up and saw that it was a call from Grandma An. He glanced at An Xin Ya lying on the bed, got up, walked to the window, and answered the call. Grandma An didn’t say much; she just hoped they would enjoy their time in Beijing and encouraged them to try for a baby if possible.
Shouya understood Grandma An's meaning; she was eager to hold her grandchild, and soon he would help her realize that wish.
After hanging up, An Xin Ya asked Shouya who had called.
Shouya turned around, walked to the bedside, and pressed himself against her. His dark eyes looked at An Xin Ya gently as he reached out to stroke her hair and said, “It was Grandma calling.”
An Xin Ya looked at him in disbelief and asked curiously, “What did Grandma call you for? Why didn’t she call me?”
“She said we should work hard on having a baby and give her a chubby, cute grandchild to hold,” Shouya replied with a smile, his fingers lightly tracing her smooth face.
Hearing this made An Xin Ya even more shy. How could Grandma say such things? Her face turned bright red like an apple, wishing she could bite into it.
“Grandma is not wrong; we should indeed work hard on having a baby. Look at Lefas and Wushuang, or Sharl and Yezi; they have all had their children…” Shouya said while looking into Xinya's glistening eyes, which held a hint of shyness.
An Xin Ya didn’t respond but lowered her gaze shyly. She loved children very much and certainly wanted to have one herself; however, such things couldn’t be rushed and should happen naturally.
Feeling unbearably hot, Shouya saw that she wasn’t speaking and kissed her lips, easily prying open her mouth and entering it boldly. After leaving her lips, he gazed affectionately at An Xin Ya’s flushed face from the kiss, then planted a kiss on her cheek and another on her eye before moving down to kiss her white neck and sensual collarbone…
Her already flushed cheeks turned even redder as she turned away. Although they had been intimate many times before while being bare with each other, she still felt shy each time.
Her heart raced wildly, and her face felt as hot as boiling water; a wonderful sensation spread throughout her body.
His heavy breathing and her rapid breaths echoed in the night, swirling above in the room.
He was still lost in the moment, holding her tightly, giving her a gentle peck on the lips, his eyes filled with excitement and pleasure as he looked at An Xin Ya, whose face was flushed. He said tenderly, "I love you!"
An Xin Ya gazed at Shouya with her glistening eyes, not saying a word. She closed her eyes and nestled into his shoulder, perhaps too tired, and unknowingly fell asleep.
Shouya softly called her name, but she did not respond. He lowered his head to look at the beauty sleeping in his arms, then gently placed her on the bed. He got up to cover her with a blanket and brushed her messy hair aside, smiling at her for a long while before walking into the bathroom to take a hot shower.
Looking at the book website (list kashu?), if he had not met Xinya, perhaps they would not have ended up together. This is fate; heaven destined them to be together.
The next morning, Shouya drove with An Xin Ya to Garden Village. She had fallen asleep quickly last night, but she woke up early this morning, bustling around the room, pacing back and forth.
Still lying in bed, Shouya was shaken awake by her. He opened his eyes slightly and saw An Xin Ya, already dressed. Groggily, he asked, "Where are we going today?"
Hearing his question, Xinya felt a bit annoyed. She shrugged off his arm and pouted, saying, "Did you forget? We said we were going to Garden Village yesterday. If you're not going, I can go by myself." With that, she walked out of the bedroom.
Shouya suddenly opened his eyes wide in surprise and quickly got up to put on his clothes. He rushed into the living room and saw her already grabbing her bag and opening the door. He hurriedly stepped forward to grab her hand, frowning slightly as he said, "Don't do that! Wait for me; I'll go with you."
An Xin Ya thought for a moment and replied irritably, "Fine, I'll give you ten minutes. If you're not ready by then, I'm going by myself."
"Okay, okay! My dear wife!" Shouya helplessly replied. He regretted calling Faisal, who was far away in Las Vegas, late at night; it was daytime there while it was night here in China, so they ended up chatting until late.
He couldn't help but yawn and hurried into the bathroom to wash up while An Xin Ya sat in the living room watching TV and keeping an eye on the time. Once it was time, if he hadn't come out yet, she would go to Garden Village by herself.
Shouya quickly finished washing up and chose a comfortable outfit to wear. After checking himself in the mirror and feeling satisfied, he walked out to stand in front of An Xin Ya, kissed her forehead lightly, and said, "We can go now! My dear wife!"
"Who is your dear wife? I haven't married you yet; I'm not your wife!" An Xin Ya pouted and shot him a glance but felt happy inside.
"You still won't admit it, but it's only a matter of time!" Shouya said with a smile, looking at her slightly flushed face. He had already proposed to her, and she had agreed to marry him. Moreover, they were officially a couple, and once they held their wedding in Las Vegas, she would truly be his wife.
"Hmph, I won't pay attention to you!" An Xin Ya pouted and walked out of the room. Shouya quickly followed her, walking briskly to her side and wrapping his arm around her shoulders. She tried to resist but was tightly held by him, leaving her with no strength to fight back. Embarrassed, she had no choice but to compromise and nestled against him like a little bird.
It took three to four hours to get to Garden Village, and since it was rush hour in the morning, traffic in Beijing was quite heavy. They didn't arrive at Garden Village until around one or two in the afternoon.
They didn't go to the mountain to pay respects to Wang Meixin right away; instead, they followed the address they had found in their father's study to look for the place where their mother used to live. The villagers kindly pointed them in the right direction, and they soon arrived at their mother's former residence.
It was an old building. An Xin Ya knocked on the door, and it was quickly opened by an elderly woman who looked to be in her eighties. Her face was covered in wrinkles as she raised her head with the help of a cane to look at them.
"Excuse me, is this the home of Ms. Wang Meixin?" An Xin Ya asked politely with a smile.
"Oh, Meixin? She lives here. Who are you?" The old woman asked as she chewed on something.
"We are..." An Xin Ya glanced at Shouya beside her and said, "We are her students, here to visit her."
An Xin Ya didn't want anyone to know her true identity, so she lied to the old woman. Her mother, Wang Meixin, had not only run a flower shop but had also been a teacher at Peking University, so she claimed they were classmates of Wang Meixin.
"Oh, so you are Meixin's students! Please come in," the old woman hurriedly invited them inside.
An Xin Ya and Shouya walked in together and looked around the old building. The courtyard was small, with a banyan tree planted in front that had thick branches and appeared to have been there for decades. The walls were covered with vibrant Bougainvillea.
Once inside and seated, they found the interior simple yet tidy. An Xin Ya noticed a photo of Wang Meixin inside; she looked young and beautiful with gentle eyes. In front of it was an incense altar adorned with fruits.
"Meixin passed away over twenty years ago! She was only in her twenties then; what a pity!" The old woman said as she approached with her cane, her eyes dimming with sorrow.
"Then what is your relation to Teacher Wang?" An Xin Ya suddenly asked the old woman.
"I am her aunt. Meixin's parents passed away several years ago, leaving only me and my old partner living here, taking care of this old house."
An Xin Ya heard the old woman speak and shifted her gaze to the large photograph of her mother. She then asked the old woman if there were any belongings left by Wang Meixin during her lifetime, such as photographs or other items.
The old woman said there were, and then led her and Shouya to the third room on the second floor. She opened the door; the items inside were old but not a speck of dust could be seen. The old woman mentioned that she often came in to clean.
The old woman took out a box from the bottom drawer of a cabinet and placed it on the table. Upon opening it, they found it filled with photographs of Wang Meixin. Her beautiful face, often dressed in white dresses, with long, silky black hair cascading over her shoulders and bright, watery eyes made her look like a gentle breeze—warm and comforting.
Shouya also looked at those photographs. No wonder Xinya was so sweet and pure; it turned out her mother was also a beauty, which explained why the chairman of Bai Group admired her.
An Xin Ya asked the old woman if she could take a few photographs of Wang Meixin. Seeing that she resembled Meixin, the old woman allowed her to choose a few.
They had a meal at the old woman's house while listening to her stories about Meixin's youth. An Xin Ya listened quietly and attentively, while Shouya sat beside her, watching Xinya with a gentle smile on his face.
After leaving the old woman's house, An Xin Ya and Shouya climbed up the hill to pay their respects at Wang Meixin's grave. Gazing at the inscription on the tombstone, Xinya felt a pang in her heart; this mother who brought her into the world had left without ever meeting her. Tears welled up in her eyes.
After a long time, they walked down the hill and left Garden Village. By the time they descended, it was already late evening, so they had no choice but to find an inn in Garden Village to stay for the night before leaving in the morning.
At night, An Xin Ya sat alone on the bed, holding her mother's photograph. She looked at it repeatedly, admiring her mother's beautiful face and warm smile while gently smiling herself. The most classic and unforgettable image was that of her parents together.
Just then, Shouya returned from outside. There was a wedding celebration in the village tonight, bustling with activity, and he had just gone to join in. He opened the door and saw Xinya looking at her mother's photograph. He walked over and sat beside her, smiling as he said, "You've looked at that more than ten times today!"
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