Chapter 15, Chapter 104: With you in this life, what...

He Qingzhao practiced calligraphy from a young age. Even though he didn't specialize in it later, his vigorous, elegant, and powerful calligraphy was still unmatched by most people.

He Cheng, He Xing.

Looking at the four characters written with flowing, elegant strokes on the Xuan paper, Cheng Jiamo felt as if a large jar of warm honey water had been poured over her heart, making her feel both sweet and warm.

He Qingzhao hugged her waist from behind, pressing his body close to hers. He held her hand, just as he had taught her to write back then, and guided her hand to write a line on the rice paper: "To have you in this life is my greatest fortune."

This is the origin of "贺幸".

Cheng Jiamo felt a warmth spread through her heart upon reading those words, and even her voice softened: "What about He Cheng? What's his opinion?"

He Qingzhao kissed her ear, chuckled softly, and held her hand as he continued writing.

To forge a bond of friendship between two families, and to create a century of blissful harmony.

"He Cheng, He Xing."

Cheng Jiamo's heart melted. She looked up at him with tender eyes and a gentle smile.

He Qingzhao kissed her forehead, then kissed her lips.

Cheng Jiamo asked with a smile, "Is it a boy's name or a girl's name?"

He Qingzhao smiled gently: "Both men and women are fine."

Cheng Jiamo reached out and hugged his neck, her voice soft: "Husband, I like these two names, He Cheng, He Xing, they sound so nice." She tilted her head back, stood on tiptoe, and kissed his lips. "Husband, I love you."

He Qingzhao lowered his head and kissed her more deeply. When the kiss ended, he looked at her with a doting smile and said, "Wife, I love you too."

Cheng Jiamo then asked, "So who's the boss?"

He Qingzhao picked up his pen and circled the two characters "He Cheng," and Cheng Jiamo smiled and read it aloud: "He Cheng."

-

Back at Nanyuan that evening, Cheng Jiaming and He Qingzhao had a fight. Actually, it wasn't really a fight; it was just Cheng Jiaming unilaterally scolding He Qingzhao, who sat on the sofa listening to the scolding without saying a word.

"I told you it's okay, it won't affect my classes, and there aren't many classes anyway."

He Qingzhao repeated the same thing: "Your pregnancy symptoms are severe, I dare not gamble."

“It’s not that serious!” Cheng Jiamo retorted loudly. “I just feel a little nauseous in the morning and evening, but I’m fine all day.”

He Qingzhao: "But you are only six weeks pregnant now. Within twelve weeks, as progesterone levels rise, your condition will become increasingly severe."

Cheng Jiamo sat on his lap, grabbed his shoulders and shook him: "He Qingzhao, don't be so stubborn! Let me try first, and if it gets serious, I'll suspend your classes."

He Qingzhao shook his head and smiled: "No."

He knew Cheng Jiamo's personality well; she would never give up halfway through something. Once she started, even if her pregnancy symptoms became severe, she wouldn't stop halfway.

Cheng Jiamo snorted and tried to get off him, but when she saw his long, slender hand hanging by his side, she took his hand and placed it on her stomach, saying gently, "Baby, your dad is very naughty. After you come out, you are not allowed to call him dad."

He Qingzhao chuckled helplessly and indulgently, "Wife, you can't do this." He supported Cheng Jiamo's lower back with one hand and said with a playful smile, "I may not have done anything special, but I have worked hard every night. I sweated so much every night that my back almost broke. It took more than two months of hard work to finally bring these two little ones into the world. You can't just take away my right to be a father."

Hearing his seriously crude remarks, Cheng Jiamo raised her hand to slap him: "Don't talk nonsense in front of the baby!"

He Qingzhao kissed her face, which was flushed from anger: "Don't be angry, wife. Getting angry is not good for the baby's growth."

Cheng Jiamo: "Unless you promise me you'll go to class."

He Qingzhao remained silent; silence was tantamount to opposition.

Cheng Jiamo stormed back to her bedroom and slammed the door shut.

He Qingzhao slept in the second bedroom that night. He pleaded outside the door for more than an hour, but Cheng Jiamo remained unmoved.

The next morning, Cheng Jiamo didn't eat breakfast. She sat on the sofa with a pout, not saying a word to He Qingzhao.

In the end, He Qingzhao gave in, kneeling on one knee in front of her, holding her hand and sighing helplessly: "Okay, I promise you, I'll give it a try first. If I really can't hold on later, I must take a break and stop teaching."

"Thank you, husband." Cheng Jiamo cupped his cool, jade-like face in her hands, kissed him on the cheek, then kissed his sexy, sharp lips, and said with a smile, "Husband, I love you."

He Qingzhao pinched her nose and smiled, "You love your husband again now. Who locked me out last night? Which little firecracker was it, hmm?"

Cheng Jiamo laughed and patted his shoulder: "You're the chili pepper! A really, really spicy bird's eye chili pepper!"

He Qingzhao nodded: "Indeed, it faces the sky."

Cheng Jiamo was stunned for a moment before realizing what he meant, then laughed and hit him: "He Qingzhao, you really are..."

That's so annoying!

He Qingzhao picked her up and carried her to the dining room, placed her on a chair, wiped her hands with a sterilized damp towel, and brought her the milk.

Cheng Jiamo took a sip of milk in a cheerful mood, and then took a bite of toast.

Perhaps because I was in a good mood, my appetite improved. I finished a whole glass of milk and ate a whole slice of toast.

After finishing breakfast, she wanted to eat grapes and said to He Qingzhao, "Honey, I want to eat grapes."

He Qingzhao sat beside her and peeled grapes for her. His slender fingers held a purple grape, and with a gentle tear, the thin grape skin was peeled off. His movements were elegant and sexy.

Cheng Jiamo felt a tickle in her heart as she watched, and unconsciously swallowed.

He Qingzhao lowered his eyes and chuckled softly. After peeling the grape, he pinched the dripping grape between two fingers and fed it to her lips.

Cheng Jiamo opened her mouth to hold a grape, but accidentally swallowed his finger.

A warm, moist tongue swept across my fingertips, sending a tingling, itchy sensation through me.

He Qingzhao narrowed his eyes: "Don't provoke me."

It would have been better if he hadn't said anything; after he did, Cheng Jiamo wanted to recruit him even more.

She lifted her slender, fair legs and placed them on his lap, her jade-white toes touching his abdomen.

He Qingzhao's eyes darkened, and he grabbed her ankle with one hand: "Do you still want to go to school?"

Cheng Jiamo was so frightened that she quickly shrank back, but He Qingzhao wouldn't let go. He tightened his grip on her ankle and said, "Step on it."

There were only the two of them in the restaurant. After the butler delivered breakfast, he returned to the servants' quarters. They wouldn't come to the villa unless He Qingzhao called them.

So no matter what the two of them do in the restaurant, they don't have to worry about being seen by others.

Even so, Cheng Jiamo still felt embarrassed.

"No." She pulled her legs back, "We'll talk about it when I get back tonight..."

He Qingzhao gently stroked her fair and smooth skin with his large hand, his voice low and husky: "Now." Looking at Cheng Jiamo's alluringly red face, his voice became even hoarseer, "Wife, I beg you."

Cheng Jiamo bit her lip, blushing as she agreed, "Okay." Then she added, "Then hurry up."

He Qingzhao smiled and said, "That depends on you. I can't decide how fast or slow it is."

-

Cheng Jiamo sat on the sofa, and He Qingzhao squatted in front of her to put on her socks. Looking at her white jade-like feet, her small and pink toes were like flower petals, making one want to bite them.

His prominent Adam's apple bobbed, and his long, slender hand grasped her foot. He Qingzhao's eyes darkened, and he held it in his hand with a reluctant, almost fetishistic, expression, as if he were a foot fetishist.

"Stop dawdling." Cheng Jiamo kicked her legs. "We'll be late."

He Qingzhao lowered his head and kissed her snow-white and delicate instep, restraining himself as he gently squeezed her soft and petite feet, praising, "My wife is so beautiful."

Cheng Jiamo thought of the way He Qingzhao held her foot with a fascination ten minutes ago, and her heart itched. She lifted her toes and lifted his chin.

He Qingzhao was startled by her provocation, and looked up for a moment before slowly raising the corners of his mouth in a smile that was both roguish and seductive.

Cheng Jiamo's heart was burned by his charming smile. She hurriedly put it down and urged him in a trembling voice, "Hurry up and put it on."

During breakfast, the two almost sparked a romance, but Zuihong managed to hold back.

It wasn't until she got into the car that Cheng Jiamo's turbulent emotions calmed down.

It's only been two days since she found out she was pregnant, and He Qingzhao is like a wolf that's been starving for a long time. How is he going to get through the next eight months?

Thinking of this, she turned her head and asked with a smile, "What are you going to do?"

He Qingzhao was reversing the car, glancing at the rearview mirror, and replied casually, "What do you mean, what should we do?"

Cheng Jiamo said, "You're already like this after only two days. There are still more than eight months to go. Oh, not just eight months. After giving birth, you still have to stay in confinement for at least ten months."

He Qingzhao chuckled softly, licked his lips, tilted his head to look at her, and raised his long eyebrows slightly: "What do you think?"

Cheng Jiamo pretended not to understand and said, suppressing a laugh, "I don't know."

He Qingzhao held the steering wheel with one hand and reached out with the other to pat her leg: "Don't worry, your husband has plenty of ways to handle this."

After saying that, he raised his hand to stroke her face, gently rubbing her lips with his thumb, the implication was obvious.

-

Cheng Jiamo visited Kyoto University when she was in college. She had to make an appointment at the time. She and her roommates, the three young girls, walked through the elegant campus of Kyoto University, chatting and laughing.

At that time, she thought that it would be great if she could get into Peking University for graduate studies.

However, after her junior year, she didn't take the postgraduate entrance exam in order to leave He Qingzhao, and left after graduation.

After many years, she finally realized her childhood dream, which made her feel a little emotional.

Seeing that she was slightly distracted, He Qingzhao hugged her waist tightly and kissed her cheek: "I'm sorry, wife, I've held you back."

Cheng Jiamo snapped out of her reverie and smiled, "No, don't overthink it." She added, "Actually, it might be better for me to pursue graduate studies now than when I was in my twenties. I've worked for a few years and experienced some things, which makes me more focused on academic research."

He Qingzhao's tone was gentle, filled with boundless doting: "You don't need to worry about raising the child. You just need to do what you like."

Cheng Jiamo looked up at He Qingzhao. Sunlight filtered through the leaves, shining on him as if gilding him.

Under the dappled light and shadow, the man stood tall and elegant, with a cool and refined demeanor, and was so handsome that he seemed otherworldly.

She was absolutely smitten with his handsome and refined appearance; she couldn't get enough of looking at him every day.

He Qingzhao enjoyed the infatuated look in Cheng Jiamo's eyes when she looked at him. Whenever she looked at him like that, he felt his bones melt and his heart soften so much that it would melt away. He would be willing to die right away.

Seeing that more and more people were gathering around, He Qingzhao didn't want Cheng Jiamo to be surrounded by onlookers, so he pressed her face into his arms and patted her back with a smile: "You can watch it when we get back. I'll let you watch it to your heart's content. It's time to go report for duty."

Cheng Jiamo went to report for duty first, and then met her mentor, a female teacher in her forties with a gentle and elegant temperament and a high level of literary attainment.

What she didn't know was that this tutor was specially chosen for her by He Qingzhao.

After learning about the school and major she had applied to, He Qingzhao came to Peking University to choose a tutor for her. He first ruled out male teachers, and then selected this one from a group of female teachers. She had to be academically excellent, a woman, and married with children.

Because Cheng Jiamo would marry him and have a child while she was pursuing her master's degree, he found her someone who was already married and had a child, so that they would have more to talk about.

A single female mentor in her forties might have different views on marriage than married mentors, and he worried that Cheng Jiamo wouldn't be able to get along with such a mentor.

He didn't want Cheng Jiamo to encounter any unpleasant things during her graduate studies; he hoped she could happily complete her three years of graduate school.

The supervisor's name was Xia Minzhi, which perfectly matched Cheng Jiamo's ideal image of a graduate supervisor. The two had a good first meeting and chatted happily.

After finishing her meeting with Xia Minzhi, Cheng Jiamo attended the school's opening ceremony in the auditorium. By the time she finished, it was already noon.

She walked out of the auditorium and smiled as she spoke to a boy from her department.

He Qingzhao waited for Cheng Jiamo outside the auditorium right on time, and what he saw was a scene that made him unable to look away but also made him feel sore.

Cheng Jiamo, who is already thirty years old, still looks fresh and beautiful, no different from a girl in her twenties. She has a cute and bright round face, a delicate nose and cherry lips, and fair and smooth skin. She is as tender and fresh as a peach blossom in March. She is eye-catching when she walks in a crowd.

At that moment, she was talking to a young man in his twenties. After saying something, her bright, peach-blossom eyes curved into a charming smile.

The boy stared at her, mesmerized; his infatuated gaze clearly revealed a man's admiration and desire for a woman.

He Qingzhao was stung by this scene, and a surge of rage rose in his chest. He wished he could rush up and kick the boy away.

Even though he knew that Cheng Jiamo only had eyes for him and wouldn't like anyone else, he was still very angry!

His woman, his wife, was being coveted by another man. How could he not be angry? He was furious, so angry he wanted to hit someone!

Cheng Jiamo saw He Qingzhao and hurriedly said to the boy next to her, "My husband is here, I'm leaving now."

The man was taken aback: "You're married?"

Cheng Jiamo smiled and said, "Yes, I'm already married."

After saying that, she quickened her pace, taking two steps at a time, and ran quickly toward He Qingzhao.

He Qingzhao hurriedly went to meet her, reached out and hugged her, his tone helpless yet doting: "Slow down, your husband is here, he won't run away."

When he spoke, he not only did not lower his voice, but deliberately spoke very loudly, and everyone who walked by heard him.

The boy who had just been talking to Cheng Jiamo naturally heard it too. Upon seeing He Qingzhao's appearance and demeanor, the spark of romantic thoughts that had just begun to ignite in the boy was instantly extinguished by a bucket of ice water.

The boy waved to her: "Bye-bye."

Cheng Jiamo waved politely, "Bye-bye."

He Qingzhao pulled her into his arms and suddenly lowered his head to kiss her lips.

Cheng Jiamo hurriedly pushed him away, scolding, "What are you doing?"

He Qingzhao said matter-of-factly, "Kiss my wife."

Cheng Jiamo: "Can't you just hold back and kiss me in the car?"

He Qingzhao's tone was slightly roguish: "I can't, I can't help it, I want to kiss you right now."

Cheng Jiamo saw through his thoughts and said with a smile, "Childish."

He Qingzhao scooped her up by her knees with both hands, carried her horizontally in his arms, and quickly walked down the street.

Once inside the car, He Qingzhao eagerly grabbed the back of her neck, took her mouth in his, and kissed her passionately.

Cheng Jiamo was kissed so intensely that she couldn't breathe, and she closed her eyes to endure his wild kisses.

When the kiss ended, He Qingzhao stepped back, and both of them were breathing heavily.

He Qingzhao looked at her with deep eyes, cupped her small face in his large hand, and gently rubbed her glistening lips with his thumb.

Cheng Jiamo pursed her lips, gently sucked on his fingertip, and smiled, "Are you still angry?"

He Qingzhao: "Angry."

Cheng Jiamo's smile deepened: "Oh, so what do you need to do to stop being angry?"

He Qingzhao grabbed her hand and squeezed it: "You have a way."

Cheng Jiamo scratched his palm: "Okay, I'll be there when we get back..."

Before she could finish speaking, He Qingzhao kissed her lips again, prying them open and probing inside, wildly swirling his tongue in her mouth. As he withdrew, his tongue gently licked the soft, wet walls of her mouth.

Cheng Jiamo looked at him with a charming gaze, her moist, rosy lips trembling slightly.

He Qingzhao pressed his thumb against her red lips: "I want it here."