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He held her close, with her head resting in the crook of his arm, the warmth from earlier still lingering. A hint of a happy smile graced her lips.
In just a short month in Beijing, they had returned to Las Vegas.
Time flew by quickly; Wenjin had grown up, her body starting to develop. Both parents were focused on her education, especially since she was entering her rebellious teenage years. She liked to stay in her room writing in her diary and would often call her classmates instead of sharing much with her parents. However, influenced by American education, Wenjin viewed her parents as friends and discussed everything with them.
She played the piano exceptionally well. Every time the school held a Piano Competition, she always secured first place, and Xinya would always be there to support her.
Qifan had also grown up. When he returned home from school, he would cling to his father and head to the study to explore various experiments and develop model-making skills.
Time was a woman's enemy, but there were no signs of it on her face; she exuded femininity even more.
Although many years had passed, their relationship remained strong. They seemed to be planning for a third child, but Xinya wasn't considering that just yet.
One night, their daughter Wenjin suddenly pushed open her bedroom door and climbed onto the bed, resting her head on Xinya's arm while gazing at her beautiful mother with bright, watery eyes.
"Why are you still awake? Is something wrong?" Xinya felt an unexpected joy at having her daughter in her room.
"Mommy, can you tell me how you and Daddy met?" Wenjin asked with a smile.
"Well, that's a long story. I don't know where to begin," Xinya replied. After so many years, who would still think about the past? Yet that period was deeply etched in her memory.
"Mommy, I heard Great-Grandmother say that you were in a car accident when you were sixteen and lost your sight. Is that true?" She had overheard Great-Grandmother mention this and had never heard her mother talk about it before, so she wanted to ask directly and hear about her experiences.
"Yes, until I met your father when I was twenty-one. I was studying music at Maria Music Training Class at that time and couldn't see anything. But I could hear very well; I could pick up on subtle sounds. I remember hearing familiar footsteps and smelling a faint scent of jasmine... After that, he often came to listen to me play. I knew there was someone like him and wanted to see what he looked like, but your dad always appeared quietly in the music room to listen to my playing."
Recalling those past events filled Xinya with immense happiness. She smiled as she reminisced while gently stroking her daughter's silky hair, which was as dark and shiny as her own.
Regardless of everything, Wenjin inherited her mother's strengths—like looks and piano skills—while her personality resembled that of her father.
"So that means Daddy healed Mommy's eyes?" Wenjin admired her father greatly for his medical skills in saving lives. Great-Grandmother often praised him for his exceptional abilities; if it weren't for him, Mommy wouldn't have regained her sight—he had given her light.
Her father always hoped she would become a doctor like him, but she didn't have that calling; instead, she had an artistic spirit. Her mother intended to nurture her into an outstanding pianist. From a young age, she loved playing the piano; while other kids went out to play, she would quietly stay in the music room practicing.
Her brother Qifan had completely different interests; he loved researching and conducting experiments. In the school's lab, he would dissect small rabbits, mice, and frogs. Even more outrageous was that he kept several frogs in the yard along with some strange insects.
Sometimes he would catch bugs just to scare her. As a child, he seemed quiet; little did she know he would grow increasingly mischievous as he got older, often scaring his older sister and making her chase him around the house in frustration.
"Yes, your dad is amazing. Otherwise, your mom would never see anything and would live forever in a dark world, unable to see, only able to feel with her heart and listen with her ears..."
Wenjin looked up with a smile and said to her mom, "If mom hadn't met dad, then mom wouldn't have regained her sight, and we wouldn't exist, so we wouldn't have come into this world..."
"Exactly! So we must learn to be grateful!" Xinya looked at her daughter, her eyes shimmering with light as she smiled.
"Mom, you're so lucky to have married dad. When will I find a prince charming like him?" Wenjin pouted, her mind starting to fantasize as she thought of the fairy tales she loved as a teenager.
Indeed, she was very happy to have met the man she loved most in this life, who brought her light and gave her a lifetime of happiness. What reason did she have not to cherish it? She had weathered past storms and now needed to walk steadily along the rugged path ahead.
"Isn't your prince charming Uncle Morina? When you were four or five years old, you always said you wanted to marry him and become his princess." Thinking of her daughter's clever and quirky self when she was younger made Xinya want to laugh.
"Mom, you're teasing me again! Even though I said that, Uncle Morina ended up marrying another woman as his princess. He won't wait for me to turn eighteen. He's a prince, and there are many women behind him!" Wenjin played with her hair and said, "Just like the emperors in Chinese history—one empress but thousands of beauties. If it were me, I couldn't stand sharing my husband with other women!"
She had studied Chinese history and had a great interest in Chinese culture.
Xinya looked at her daughter; her long eyelashes fluttered down like two beautiful fans.
It is said that children's thoughts change with time and environment, just like their ideals. At five years old, they want to be teachers; at ten, they want to be stars; at eighteen... each age is different.
Moreover, as she grew up gradually, some thoughts could not be stopped by anyone from lingering at a certain stage.
At that moment, Shouya walked in and saw Wenjin resting in Xinya's arms. He glanced at the time and said it was late for her not to rest since she needed to go back to school tomorrow!
Wenjin shrugged, got up to kiss her mom goodnight, said "goodnight" to her dad as well before leaving their room.
"What were you and Wenjin talking about?" Shouya closed the door and sat down beside the bed, taking off his glasses and asking gently.
Due to the years passing by, he had been wearing glasses for several years now; however, he still looked refined.
"We didn't talk about much," Xinya replied softly while looking at Shouya. Perhaps it was because Wenjin had asked her some questions about the past that stirred something in her heart.
"Can't you share what you two talked about? Just a little?" Shouya looked at Xinya with a frown.
"It's just mother-daughter secrets; of course I can't tell you! I can't betray my daughter’s trust; otherwise she would look down on me as her mother," Xinya laughed, revealing a row of white teeth.
"Well then, if you won't say anything..." Shouya smirked.
"What do you want to do?" Xinya asked, her eyes wide open as she looked at him.
"You know very well what I want!" It had already been half a month. Last week, he went to New York for an experiment, and it just so happened that she came during that week. It took him a whole week to dare to express his needs to her.
Knowing what he wanted, Xinya's face suddenly flushed red. After all these years, he was still so naughty, but she just liked how he would tease her!
At the same time, he lowered his head and kissed her alluring red lips, gently and softly, as if kissing a priceless treasure. That tenderness touched the deepest part of her heart.
Kissed into a daze, she leaned weakly against the bed. They slowly slid down from the bed; she lay on the soft mattress while he pressed down on her.
His gentle gaze held a burning heat, something had changed within him, perhaps due to not having her for nearly half a month!
In an instant, his dark eyes suddenly dimmed, and two flames ignited in their depths. With practiced speed, he swiftly removed her clothes, leaving him dry-mouthed!
"Ah... be gentle..." she shyly protested with a slight frown. Because of him, she felt a fiery and wonderful sensation.
"I love you, Xinya!" he gasped, whispering affectionately in her ear.
"I love you, Shouya!" she replied sincerely; she loved hearing him say those three words.
(End of the book)
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