Chapter 82 I'll give you a cup, I'll give you a lifetime...

Jin Zhao looked up at Meng Yanxi.

The pale golden light behind him was dazzling, softening his features as if he too were coated with a warm, pale gold.

The wind rustled the trees, and sunlight streamed in. A quiet ripple stirred within Jin Zhao's heart, causing her to flutter with excitement.

It was as if I heard him say, "I love you."

But it's strange, even though he clearly said, "You love me."

But at this moment, the warm spring sun seemed to blur the boundaries between them. Who loves whom is not important, or perhaps, they are the same to each other.

Whether it's the wind that moves or the heart that moves, there's no need to distinguish.

Meng Yanxi's eyes were dark and open as he stared straight at her.

"good."

Her voice was inexplicably dry as she murmured.

I will love you. Maybe I don't understand love that well yet, but I will try my best to move forward.

Towards strength, and towards you.

We will never back down.

*

That day, Jin Zhao didn't really understand why Meng Yanxi would give her a cup. Meng Yanxi didn't say, and she had never been one for subtlety or romance, so she assumed it was just an ordinary, pretty gift.

It's not as exquisite as the porcelain sold in the store, and it doesn't even have any fancy glazes, but it's simple and natural, primitive and unpretentious, and it has a kind of unreserved sincerity and a return to simplicity.

She liked it very much, and after taking it home, she carefully arranged it and then looked up the videos and pictures of him making the cups in her phone's photo album.

She rarely posts on WeChat Moments, but this time she actually picked one to share.

But she didn't have time to post it that day.

With the little dumpling gone, someone acted like a ravenous wolf, letting loose with all their might.

The wind was strong that night, lashing violently against the French windows with a loud banging.

Jin Zhao's back was pressed against the cool window, while her front was a burning hot body. The contrast of ice and fire overwhelmed her with pleasure, and she felt like she was about to shatter at any moment.

Together with the window.

...

Finally, he completely forgot about posting it on WeChat Moments.

She's on vacation now and doesn't have to go to work. Meng Yanxi has a meeting the next day, and by the time Jin Zhao wakes up around noon, Meng Yanxi's meeting will have already ended.

At Yunsheng Building, Meng Yanxi and Meng Shixu walked out of the conference room together. Meng Yanxi took out his phone, looked down and typed, asking his wife if she was awake.

Meng Shixu said from the side, "We'll take the little dumpling back in a bit."

Meng Yanxi's brow twitched slightly, and she turned her head to ask, "Didn't you tell Grandpa you were borrowing it for a few days? Why do you have to return it after only one day? Are you two just like Lord Ye who professed to love dragons but was terrified of them?"

"How can you talk like that?" Meng Shixu wanted to slap him. "How can you talk to your own son like that?"

Meng Shixu said, "The little dumpling seems to miss her mother a bit."

Meng Yanxi: "You cried?"

Meng Shixu: "He didn't cry, but he didn't seem very happy. He was completely different from when Jin Zhao was with him. It seems he still wants to be with Jin Zhao."

Meng Yanxi: "..." Who isn't?

He thought that he could have a few days of alone time with his girlfriend during his birthday celebration.

But thinking about how heartbroken Jin Zhao would be if he knew the little dumpling was unhappy, he nodded and said, "I'll go pick him up in a bit."

Meng Shixu: "Dad and I bought him toys and some things for Jinzhao. You can take them back with you."

“Okay,” Meng Yanxi said, looking down at her phone.

Jin Zhao didn't reply to him; he wondered if she was still asleep. He noticed a small red dot on her Moments and, on a whim, clicked on it.

He has many contacts on WeChat, which he finds annoying, so he has blocked most of them and only kept a few.

To be precise, only a few people whom Jin Zhao knew remained.

As expected, it was a post from Jin Zhao's WeChat Moments, taken 10 minutes ago.

There was no text, only a photo.

In the picture, he sits in front of the floor-to-ceiling window of his pottery studio. The potter's wheel turns gently, the deep ochre clay swirling between his well-defined fingers, leaving delicate lines on the clay surface etched by his fingertips. Under his hands, the basic shape of a cup gradually emerges.

Sunlight streamed in through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting a soft golden glow on his profile, outlining his handsome features and giving his skin a gentle, delicate sheen.

*

Jin Zhao posted this on his WeChat Moments while lying in bed, and then got up and went to the bathroom to take a shower.

Meng Yanxi had bathed her last night, but when she woke up this morning, she was still dreaming and he woke her up again.

She wanted to sleep, but her body was burning hot, so she angrily pushed him away.

He pressed his lips firmly against hers and whispered in her ear, "I'll hurry."

Jin Zhao pressed herself against him, inhaling his scent, hesitated for a moment due to her wavering resolve, and then nodded.

This person truly kept his word; he was incredibly quick.

But it wasn't the kind of speed she understood at all.

...

After I finished showering, I saw dozens of notifications on my WeChat Moments, mostly likes, with only a few comments from familiar friends.

Si Tian: Wow! Is that Meng Yanxi? He looks a little different.

Wherever Si Tian appears, Luo Heng is sure to be there as well.

Luo Heng replied to Si Tian: Can they be the same? A wolf was tamed into a dog. Although Meng Yanxi was quite the dog herself, huh?

Si Tian replied to Luo Heng: Hahahaha! Master Luo, delete this quickly, or you'll be hunted down!

Luo Heng replied to Si Tian: Get lost! Who are you calling Master Luo? Let me formally introduce you, the person in front of you is Luo Heng, a partner at the law firm, Attorney Luo.

Si Tian replied to Luo Heng: Forget about being partners, hurry up and drive your Lalamove and run away, Master Luo. If you wait even a second longer until President Meng catches up, you'll be executed!

Luo Heng and Si Tian were playing around with her Moments like a WeChat chat window, which made Jin Zhao laugh.

Last month, in order to win over his wife, Lu Jingyue dragged Luo Heng to register an account on Lalamove. The two of them spent every day holding their phones, trying to grab orders. Even when they got an order, they wouldn't go to the site, complaining that the money was too much and hiring people to move the items. Finally, their hard work paid off, and they successfully grabbed the moving order that Lu Jingyue wanted. The two clowns also earned the title of "Moving Duo".

One is Master Lu, and the other is Master Luo.

Luo Heng: @Lu Jingyue, Master Lu! Stop playing dead and come out now to compensate me for my emotional distress!

Master Lu was probably busy pursuing his wife and didn't have time to pay attention to him, but Luo Heng managed to call Meng Yanxi out as he wished.

Meng Yanxi replied to Luo Heng: I'm here, open the door.

Luo Heng admitted defeat and disappeared on the spot.

Si Tian laughed heartily, which was rather unkind.

At this moment, a message pops up at the top of the screen.

Meng Yanxi: [Why is it only being posted today?]

Jin Zhao: "..."

What do you think? Who exactly made her so weak yesterday that she didn't even have the energy to post something on WeChat Moments?

Jin Zhao ignored him.

In a brief half-minute, two more comments appeared in the WeChat Moments, one from Wang Nan and the other from her student.

Wang Nan: Help! I'll say it a million times, your husband is really handsome!

Student: Wow! Teacher, is that a cup? How romantic!

Jin Zhao's gaze shifted slightly.

When it comes to dating, all her students know more about it than she does. Subconsciously, Jin Zhao had a feeling that the cup held some hidden meaning.

She pointed with her finger and immediately replied to the student: What's romantic?

Student: Teacher, don't you know the meaning of giving a cup as a gift? Giving you a cup is like giving you a lifetime of love!

Jin Zhao stared at the words, and suddenly felt a jolt in his chest.

She exited her WeChat Moments and switched to her chat with Meng Yanxi.

Zhao Zhao Mu Mu: [Do you know the meaning behind giving a cup as a gift?]

Meng Yanxi had just gotten into the car, preparing to go back to the Meng family to pick up Xiao Tuanzi, when she heard her phone ring. She picked it up and glanced at it.

He chuckled softly and quickly typed on the screen with his long fingers.

Meng Yanxi: [Of course I know, does Teacher Mu Mu know?]

He deliberately misspelled her WeChat name.

Jin Zhao stared at the line of text and chuckled softly.

Zhao Zhao Mu Mu: [Then I'll give you a cup too.]

When Meng Yanxi replied, she didn't type; she used voice instead.

A deep, chuckling voice came through the phone: "Don't send me a cup anymore. It's the same thing, just say it differently."

Jin Zhao asked softly, "What?"

Meng Yanxi was silent for two seconds: "Jin Zhao, give me a wedding."

We're still missing a wedding.

Jin Zhao isn't a person who values ​​rituals, and Meng Yanxi doesn't seem to be either, but his dedication to the wedding is a bit beyond Jin Zhao's imagination.

After getting their marriage certificate, he wanted to hold the wedding immediately. But Jin Zhao was already pregnant at that time, and she was a bit lazy and didn't want to be so tired. More importantly, she felt that getting the marriage certificate was the same thing, and Meng Yanxi's address of "Mrs. Meng" meant the same thing, so she wasn't very interested in the wedding.

Meng Yanxi didn't force it, and as her belly grew bigger, there was naturally no more opportunity. Until the little dumpling was born, the new parents and the baby they had just met were in a chaotic, lively and funny state, and Jin Zhao naturally forgot about it completely.

I didn't expect Meng Yanxi to have been bothered by it all along.

She really didn't know how to love. Meng Yanxi could always see through everything about her, but she never realized that he wanted to be needed by her and that he wanted a wedding.

Jin Zhao suddenly felt a little wronged for Meng Yanxi.

"good."

She looked out the window with a smile.

Springtime was in full bloom, and the garden downstairs was teeming with life, reminding her of that first summer morning when she met the boy who was catching up on sleep at her desk.

Jin Zhao: "Summer is just around the corner. Let's have a wedding when summer comes."

*

After the little boy was brought back, things got a bit chaotic between the father and son again.

In reality, it was a loving father and filial son relationship. Meng Yanxi personally took care of many things for the baby, and the little dumpling mostly enjoyed playing with him. However, vying for favor is an eternal conflict. At this point, the joys and sorrows between people are not so easily shared, and even between a father and son, a certain tension of ebb and flow emerges.

But it must be said that the father and son are really alike, not only in appearance and eyes, but also in certain extraordinary and unintentional little thoughts.

For example, Jin Zhao gradually discovered that Meng Yanxi liked to casually show her his abs. The little dumpling didn't know if he was born like his father or learned it from him. Since he was still a baby and didn't have abs to show, he was keen to show off his soft, white flesh.

As the weather gradually warms up, it will soon be the season for babies to wear onesies, covering only their tiny bodies while leaving their arms and legs exposed. Jin Zhao was actually a little worried that the little dumpling would catch a cold, and wanted to dress him in long sleeves and pants to cover him up more thoroughly. However, the little dumpling, though small, already had his own preferences and could babble to express his meaning, insisting on wearing onesie that exposed his arms and legs.

Finally, with the onesie on, the baby revealed a chubby, soft, and plump body, white and tender like lotus roots, so adorable that you wanted to take a bite. He wiggled and squirmed in his mother's arms, trying to make her happy, grinning and giggling, his lively and endearing appearance like that of a little angel.

Meng Yanxi, who was standing to the side, couldn't stand it anymore. She grabbed a jacket and draped it over Xiao Lvcha's shoulders, bluntly telling her, "It's cold. Don't catch a cold."

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Author's Note: The next chapter will be a major climax, and then it will be almost over! It will definitely be finished next month!