Chapter 130 Seven-Day Annual Leave

When Wen Ning approached, the old lady held her hand and said in a low voice with some apology in her tone:

"My dear, I didn't dare to tell you this before because I was afraid that you might still harbor resentment towards the Marquis because of the incident at Fuyan Mountain.

Secondly…because of this court incident, I cannot give you and your son a proper status for the time being, and I am sorry that you and Xibao have suffered.”

She gently patted the back of Wen Ning's hand and said soothingly, "Don't worry, since the Marquis has chosen you, give him some time and he will definitely give you the most appropriate explanation!"

Finally, he couldn't help but ask, "Do you still have any grudges against the Marquis?"

Upon hearing this, Wen Ning subconsciously looked up at Xie Jinglan.

The handsome and cold man was a little confused for a moment, and just met her gaze gently.

The tips of Wen Ning's ears turned slightly red. She turned back to the old lady and shook her head gently.

The gentle smile on Xie Jinglan's lips suddenly froze, and a hint of imperceptible panic suddenly appeared on his face.

He saw Ning'er shaking her head at the old lady and thought she was refusing something?

Are you afraid that you are the one being rejected?

After dinner, gorgeous fireworks bloomed one after another in the sky.

Xibao was so excited at first that he clapped and cheered, but soon, the cheers gradually turned into small yawns.

He rubbed his sleepy eyes, hugged Wen Ning's skirt, and murmured in a baby voice, "Mother... Xibao wants to sleep with mother tonight... and listen to mother tell stories..."

Wen Ning's heart instantly melted into a pool of spring water. She bent down and held the soft little person in her arms, and replied softly, "Okay, mother will accompany Xibao to sleep and tell Xibao stories."

The old lady at the side looked at the soft little ball in Wen Ning's arms, the smile in her eyes almost overflowing, "Look how tired this little darling is, his eyelids are almost stuck together."

Wen Ning smiled and bowed to the old lady. "These days, you have been working hard for Xi Bao. Let her sleep with Ning Er today. You can also have a good rest."

The old lady's smile grew more amiable. "Very well, but I haven't troubled myself at all. On the contrary, I look forward to his presence every day."

Wen Ning held Xibao in her arms and felt her arms become slightly sore. The child had gained a lot of weight recently, and he felt heavy, as if he was carrying a small weight.

She was about to change her position when Xie Jinglan reached out and gently took the child.

The little guy rubbed against his arms, his eyes half closed.

Xie Jinglan turned to the old lady and said, "Grandma, you should rest early. I will take them back to Tingsong Courtyard first."

"Go back quickly, be careful Xibao might catch a cold."

The moonlight was clear and bright, and the three of them walked towards Tingsongyuan together.

Nanny Zhou wanted to help the old lady back to her room, but she suddenly stopped.

"Madame Zhou, go find me the 'Ten Thousand Characters Annotations' and 'Er Ya,' as well as the annotated ancient books I copied a few years ago, and move them all to the warm room!"

Nanny Zhou reacted and burst out laughing. She gently advised, "Old Madam, you're too impatient. You should take your time choosing a name for the young master. Why would you have to rummage through boxes and cabinets so late at night?"

"What do you know!" The old lady said lightly, "This is the first great-grandson of my Xie family! The name must be exquisite, and it must be worthy of our Xibao! As for me, my heart is so happy that I can't lie down!"

…

In the inner room of Tingsong Courtyard.

Xie Jinglan gently moved his son to the side of the bed and tucked in the quilt carefully.

Wen Ning sat beside the bed, looking at the delicate little figure on the couch with soft eyes.

The dim candlelight illuminated her soft profile, her long eyelashes cast a faint shadow, and a few strands of hair rested lightly on her cheek, as clean as a touch of newly melted snow.

Xie Jinglan's heart moved, and he stretched out his long arms and held the person steadily in his arms.

He rested his chin against the top of her fragrant hair and asked in a low voice, "Grandmother...what did you say to my Ning'er today?"

When Wen Ning heard this, she suddenly became a little mischievous, which was rare.

She tilted her head slightly and whispered in his ear, "My Lord, the secret... must not be revealed."

Xie Jinglan's breathing stagnated, and then his eyes darkened. He gave her waist a light squeeze with his hand, and with his other hand, he gently scratched the soft flesh on her waist with ill intentions.

"Will you tell me?"

Wen Ning was the most ticklish, and as the two of them laughed and played, their breaths unknowingly entangled together and gradually became disordered.

Xie Jinglan held her arms tighter and tighter, pressing her tightly into his arms.

The changes in the body were hot and clear, no longer concealed at all.

Wen Ning blushed, and hurriedly raised her hands to gently cup the handsome face that was rubbing against her. Her voice was soft and trembling, "My Lord...don't...the child is here..."

Xie Jinglan paused, looked up at the little person sleeping soundly on the inside of the couch, with surging undercurrents and undisguised desire in his eyes.

He laughed hoarsely and suddenly picked her up sideways.

"Okay, let's change places."

The man carried her in his arms and strode towards the bathing room, not forgetting to warn her in her ear, "While washing... questioning. If Ning'er refuses to speak, this marquis... has thousands of ways to force her to speak..."

…

Dajing officials have a total of seven days of annual leave.

For Xie Jinglan, these seven days seemed like stolen time.

As soon as the court meeting on the first day of the Lunar New Year was over, the smell of incense from ancestral worship had not yet faded from the court robes, but people had already hurried back to Tingsong Courtyard.

Without having time to change out of his complicated court robes, he went to look for Wen Ning first.

In the past few days, apart from the court banquets, clan sacrifices and social interactions that he could not refuse, he almost stuck to her every step of the way.

Even during the day, he would often draw down the curtains with his own hands, creating a private space where it was so dark that one could not tell the difference between morning and evening.

He seemed tireless, spending the past few days in a disorganized and undisciplined manner.

Wen Ning initially thought that he had finished his work at the end of the year and it was rare for him to indulge himself.

But for several days in a row, his insatiable and almost greedy demands gradually made her feel confused and she really couldn't stand it anymore.

She was hugged by him from behind again, her soft waist sinking into his warm arms.

Her cheeks were slightly hot, and she glared at him, "During your annual leave, are you only focusing on me?"

"Yeah." The man actually agreed calmly, picked up the girl and walked towards the bed in the inner room. "Throughout the whole year, these few days are the only ones I can focus on you."

"My Lord!" Wen Ning whispered, her hand resting on his solid chest. "This... in broad daylight... I'm afraid we might have guests coming later!"

The man had laid her gently on the couch, and his tall and strong body covered her.

His gaze fixed on her eyes, which were bright with shame and anger, he said confidently, "During the annual holiday, this Marquis... has no taboos."

After saying that, he lowered his head and captured those slightly open lips, swallowing up all her questions and coquettish words.

Wen Ning gradually softened under his domineering offensive, with only one last vague thought remaining in her mind: This guy... is he planning to spend the entire seven-day annual leave like this?

Fortunately, on the sixth day, her period finally came.

Wen Ning breathed a sigh of relief.