Lu Yuan lifted Aunt Song onto the office desk in front of him, his eyes glued to her lightly made-up face.
Lu Yuan could feel his heart pounding wildly in his chest.
That pounding was the best proof of how much he adored her look.
The purplish-pink satin dress.
Lifting the curtain was all it would take.
Like a city gate left unguarded.
Aunt Song was like a carefree oriole, her cries crisp and lodious, full of a fresh, joyful energy.
Lu Yuan and Aunt Song spent the better part of the afternoon on that office desk.
Aunt Song was left panting, streams of sweat tracing paths down her cheeks and smudging her delicate makeup.
Song iqin showed Lu Yuan her elbows. "Look," she said, "both of my elbows are red. They’re a little sore."
Lu Yuan’s heart ached as he rubbed her elbows.
’In the heat of the mont, who could possibly pay attention to sothing like that?’
Aunt Song had been propped up on her elbows for a long ti, shifting back and forth with Lu Yuan’s movents.
It was no surprise the hard surface of the desk had chafed her elbows red.
Aunt Song watched Lu Yuan massage her elbows, touched by how much he cared.
A warm feeling spread through her heart.
But Aunt Song had no intention of letting Lu Yuan off so easily. She clung to him, saying, "It wasn’t just my elbows that got chafed..."
Aunt Song shyly fiddled with her purplish-pink satin dress. "Look back here, too!"
She wasn’t wrong.
It was bright red, like a monkey’s rump.
Aunt Song quickly pulled her dress down, not letting Lu Yuan stare any longer.
Then she turned, stood up, and swatted him playfully. "In any case," she said in a coquettish tone, "you have to admit this is all your fault!"
Song iqin poked Lu Yuan’s forehead with her finger, exactly like an elder scolding a junior.
Lu Yuan couldn’t help but laugh at Aunt Song’s antics.
’Aunt Song was a grown woman, yet here she was acting like a little girl in front of him.’
’It was uniquely charming!’
Song iqin grabbed Lu Yuan’s collar with one hand, pulling him close. "Tell ," she said, "do you think I can still get pregnant? When will it happen?"
Lu Yuan knew Aunt Song was anxious. After all, his wife and Aunt Zhao had both recently gotten pregnant.
Every day, Song iqin dread of being able to give Lu Yuan a child.
But he had been the one to diagnose her with infertility, and the news had struck her like a bolt from the blue, shattering her heart.
It took several days of Lu Yuan, Su Liyan, and Zhao Qiao’er taking turns comforting her before Song iqin’s usual smile finally returned.
But even though Song iqin seed cheerful on the surface, Lu Yuan knew she hadn’t truly gotten over it.
No matter how bitter the Chinese dicine Lu Yuan prescribed was, Aunt Song would down it in a few gulps without a single complaint.
Song iqin wanted to conceive Lu Yuan’s child as soon as possible. Only then would she feel like she truly belonged to him.
Lu Yuan patted her hand reassuringly. "Don’t worry, Aunt Song. I prepared the dicine myself, so I guarantee it’s working. After these few months of treatnt, I’m confident your infertility will be cured. Here, let take your pulse again."
After he spoke, Lu Yuan helped Song iqin sit down across from him.
Song iqin obediently extended her right hand for Lu Yuan to take her pulse.
As Lu Yuan took her pulse, he could feel that aside from a slightly fast heartbeat, her pulse was steady and strong. She was in excellent health!
Song iqin watched Lu Yuan, feeling a knot of anxiety in her stomach, afraid she might hear bad news.
Lu Yuan put on an air of exaggerated wisdom, pretending to stroke a long, invisible beard at his chin with his left hand.
Lu Yuan even let out a thoughtful "Tsk!"
Song iqin’s heart skipped a beat when she heard that sound, and she didn’t dare say a word.
Lu Yuan said, "From your pulse, I can tell that aside from your heart beating a little fast, you also had intercourse not too long ago. And it seems to have been quite... vigorous."
Uhh...
’Song iqin stared at the man before her, montarily speechless. ’Whether I did or not, shouldn’t you, of all people, know that perfectly well? You need to take my pulse to figure that out?’’
"Haha! Congratulations, Aunt Song," Lu Yuan said with a laugh. "My diagnosis is that you are in perfect health, with no issues whatsoever."
’Aunt Song froze. Did that an... her infertility was cured?’
’If it was cured, didn’t that an she could get pregnant if they just picked the right ti?’
’All those months of drinking that bitter dicine... Song iqin hadn’t suffered for nothing.’
Song iqin was so overjoyed she leaped to her feet.
One of her feet was still in a high heel, the other planted on the floor.
She had completely forgotten about her appearance.
Hopping with excitent, Song iqin threw herself into Lu Yuan’s arms, rambling, "This is wonderful, just wonderful! I can finally get pregnant! I can have my man’s baby..."
Lu Yuan held her, patting her back. He didn’t say much, just murmured in agreent, "Yes, yes... it’s wonderful."
This sudden good news was so overwhelming that Song iqin couldn’t hold back her emotions.
It’s often true that you don’t appreciate what you have until it’s gone. And when you get it back, you cherish it all the more.
Huddled in Lu Yuan’s embrace, Aunt Song began to cry—tears of pure joy.
Lu Yuan felt her happy tears.
He didn’t say a word, simply kissing the tears from her cheeks.
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