In that mont, his body stiffened slightly. After a long while, he still shook his head lightly: "I’ll go back and think about it again."
The specialist didn’t push further.
In Tian Buyu’s office, they sat for a while longer. Twenty minutes later, he held her hand, and the two of them left.
The path was tranquil and secluded. In the world of November, dried leaves fluttered gently in the wind. His steps were unhurried, deliberately slow, and neither of them spoke much. Mostly, it was because Gu Shaocheng was too tired to talk.
They passed through the iron gates and returned to the small villa.
In the villa’s courtyard, flowers that defied the withering winter still blood vibrantly. The entire outer walls were adorned with delicate potted plants, transforming the space into a feeling of spring’s freshness. Such exquisite beauty sharply contrasted with the decaying leaves of Dongyuan—one was thriving with life, the other waning and withered.
Shaocheng took a deep breath and patted her shoulder, "Go make a cup of tea." He then walked directly to the empty wicker chair in the courtyard and lazily reclined into it.
Lying in this kind of courtyard lifted his mood imnsely.
Not only did Chenxing brew tea for him, but she also brought over a blanket.
Handing him the teacup, she folded the blanket and placed it over Gu Shaocheng.
Warm sunlight stread over the two of them. Gu Shaocheng focused on sipping his tea, the corners of his lips curling into a gentle smile. He turned to Chenxing and said, "Look at our ho—how beautiful you’ve made it."
Following his gaze, Chenxing took a glance at the courtyard, then nodded like a cute little sprite. "Of course! Just look at whose handiwork this is. It’s always been this lovely, hasn’t it? Haven’t you noticed before?"
"Coming and going so often, I rarely take the ti to observe. Today, I took a mont, and I must say—it’s impressive. It carries the art of living, revealing the mistress’s passion for life through the decor."
His remark made her grin uncontrollably.
The little imp dragged over a chair and sat next to him. She crossed her arms and rested them on his legs, then lightly laid her head on her arms, gazing up at her beloved man with adoration. "Shaocheng, let’s live here forever, shall we? Don’t return to the Gu estate, and stop being so busy. Let’s slow down and leisurely enjoy these beautiful monts together, alright?"
Gu Shaocheng took a sip of tea. "You’re pregnant now. You need soone to care for you daily. Who would do that here?"
"But I can take care of myself! Cooking, washing clothes, mopping the floor—I can do it all."
Gu Shaocheng furrowed his brows. "What if you hurt my son?"
"He’s not that fragile. He’s safe and sound in my belly—it won’t hurt him."
Guess what Gu Shaocheng said next? He casually remarked, "Oh, you—well, you’re certainly not precious. You’ve been used to working as a servant since childhood; after all, it’s your fate to be a maid. But my son is different. He’s a prince born with a silver spoon in his mouth. Even though he’s temporarily staying in your belly now, I still won’t let him accompany you in doing such laborious work. So, before my son is born, don’t even think about cooking, doing laundry, or mopping floors. I’ve warned you—keep it in mind from now on, understood?"
"What’s that supposed to an? I just made tea for you earlier—doesn’t that indirectly an your son already did so physical labor?" she shot back sarcastically.
Gu Shaocheng pressed down on her head. "How can you be so clueless? When a son serves tea to his father, that’s filial piety—it’s only natural. How could you compare that to physical labor?"
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