She folded the paper and placed it on the bedside table, weighing down a corner with the lamp.
After a mont’s thought, she retrieved the paper, unfolding it and laying it on the pillow.
Just then, the bathroom door suddenly opened, and in a panic, she quickly shoved the paper under the pillow.
"What are you doing?" Ning Qinglin ca over with a towel around his waist, his upper body bare and hair wet, wiping his hair as he walked.
Ranran barely dared to look at him, grabbed a nightgown from the side, and hurriedly dashed into the bathroom with her head down.
"I’m going to take a shower."
Ning Qinglin glanced at her retreating figure which could only be described as fleeing and curled his lips, sitting on the edge of the bed to dry his hair.
Thinking about her actions just now, it seed like she was hiding sothing, he turned to look at the bedside and suddenly noticed a corner of paper peeking from beneath the pillow. He stopped drying his hair, furrowed his brow in thought, and reached to pull out the paper.
He unfolded it.
Reading the content, he opened his eyes wide in disbelief.
His hands and feet trembled with agitation.
Ranran took a half-hour shower. During that ti, she kept thinking about what was bound to happen later; her cheeks turned red, either from the steam or from nervousness.
Listening carefully for any noise outside the door and hearing none, she dried herself, put on the nightgown—a choice made hastily without much thought. Little did she know it’d be so revealing, constructed with lace and see-through fabric, inciting a response that could make one’s blood boil.
She adjusted her wavy curls in the mirror, sprayed so perfu, and steeled herself for what was to co.
She had been looking forward to this day for so long. Now that it was actually here, she felt nervous again.
When she stepped out, she didn’t see the figure she had been hoping to find. Startled, she saw the paper on the bed, her heart skipped a beat, and she suddenly ran out of the room.
Opening Bai Xi’s room, she saw a slender figure sitting on the bed, his back to her. From her angle, she could only see the man’s sharp silhouette; the dim light added an indescribable warmth.
The man caressed the child’s cheek with a hand, gently as if afraid to wake the sleeping child.
Standing by the door, she covered her mouth with a hand, tears falling silently.
Suddenly, a shadow lood over her, and strong arms encircled her, pulling her tightly into an embrace.
A long sigh lingered in her ear, mixed with regret, surprise, and distress.
"Xi’er is actually my child."
Years ago, they only shared one night together, and during that one night, the woman he loved carried a small life inside her—a secret from him. He left for ten years, not knowing. During those years, how did she manage alone with the child?
Thinking of this made him feel both guilty and heartbroken. What had she endured alone?
"Ranran, I’m sorry."
Those were the only words he could find to express his feelings at the mont.
Ranran clutched his shirt, tears streaming down her face, "I’m the one who wronged you back then. Fortunately, after all these years, you’ve been waiting for right here. From now on, we will never be apart."
Ning Qinglin lifted her in his arms, looking down at her tear-stained, exquisitely beautiful face bearing the delicate beauty of pear blossoms in the rain, adding a touch of spring charm and unspeakable allure.
He strode towards the bedroom.
At the peak of passion, everything falls into place naturally.
"Ranran, let’s give Xi’er a little sister."
"Okay."
——
Yun Ya went to Zelin Apartnt to pick up Ji Die.
He had reminded her to dress nicely. Ji Die took his advice to heart, wearing a dark red embroidered dress with three-quarter sleeves topped with a light green shawl, her feet in black leather shoes, her hair tied loosely at the back of her head, adorned with an intricately carved silver hairpin. Not looking like she was nearly forty, she appeared as if she was in her twenties or thirties. Born in the Jiangnan region, her attire accentuated the gentle and soft qualities of a southern woman. Plus, her figure had beco more graceful from practicing yoga often, adding to her radiant charm.
Ji Die had fair skin, willowy eyebrows, and large eyes—very feminine indeed. She didn’t usually care for dressing up, and having worked as a housekeeper, she tended to appear older. But after putting effort into dressing up, she looked stunning. To Yun Ya, with his critical eye, such a Ji Die indeed had a greater ability to move a man’s heart.
"Aunt Die, you’re getting more and more beautiful. Just now, I couldn’t take my eyes off of you."
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