Chapter 112 Let's talk after we finish playing poker
These words were like a fine needle, precisely piercing Xie Zhongming's softest spot in his heart.
Under the moonlight and the shadows of the trees, he stopped and did not continue walking in the direction of home.
His Adam's apple bobbed violently, a surge of bitterness welled up in his chest, and his eyes instantly welled up with tears.
He wanted to pat An'an's head to comfort her, but he was holding Ningning in his other hand, so he had to bring his head close to An'an's, gently pressing his forehead against hers, and then gently touching Ningning's forehead.
His two daughters also moved closer to him, their heads touching.
His breathing trembled. He wanted to smile and tell his daughters that he could never abandon them and their mother again, but his lips froze as soon as he managed to twitch.
The smile on his face looked worse than a grimace, but the red marks at the corners of his eyes were impossible to hide.
He sniffed, forcing back the tears welling up in his eyes, and tried his best to make his tone softer and warmer, "How could that be? Dad wants to be with An'an, Ningning, and Mom forever."
The voice had a barely perceptible hoarseness.
His voice trembled at the end of his sentence.
Afraid that An'an and Ningning would notice something amiss, he quickly added, deliberately making his tone relaxed, "Daddy loves An'an, Ningning, and Mommy the most."
His chin rested against An'an's head, and then against Ningning's head.
The soft hair of my two daughters smelled of soap shampoo and a faint dampness of sweat, which filled my nostrils. I wish I could smell this scent every day.
The baby in his arms was still calling for his father, but he could only grit his teeth and keep going.
Qiao Xingyue, who was standing nearby, noticed his emotions and quickly picked up one of the children, comforting him, "An'an, with me here, your dad won't dare to leave his mom again. Mom is a tigress, if he dares to leave the three of us again, Mom will break his legs."
"Are you really going to interrupt?"
The little child's voice suddenly sounded worried.
An'an has witnessed firsthand how formidable her mother is.
My mother used to encounter bad people who bullied them. She broke the man's arm in no time, and the bad man cried and screamed. Then, after the man admitted his mistake, my mother reattached his broken arm in the blink of an eye.
An'an didn't know that it was actually a joint dislocation, not a real broken hand or foot.
An'an was afraid that her mother would really break Xie Zhongming's legs, so she pouted and said, "Mom, can you not break Dad's legs? An'an will feel bad."
"That depends on whether he listens or not. If he does, I'll take him back."
An'an quickly looked at Xie Zhongming, "Dad, you really have to listen to Mom. Mom is very fierce!"
"Okay!" Xie Zhongming's throat tightened. "Okay, Dad will listen to Mom in everything."
He had said that he would listen to Qiao Xingyue no matter what from now on, but this time he had his own ideas.
"Alright, go back to sleep. You've had a lot to do today, you must be tired. An'an and Ningning must be tired from playing too." Qiao Xingyue urged, and the family of four walked to the front of the yard and pushed open the door to go inside.
That day, An'an and Ningning played until they were covered in sweat, but it was getting late, so Qiao Xingyue didn't wash their hair anymore.
She gave the two children a bath, squeezed toothpaste onto their teeth, and made them brush their teeth.
The toothpaste is Baiyu brand, which is much better than the tooth powder they use in the countryside. It has a fragrant mint flavor, and when brushing my teeth, my mouth feels nice and fresh.
Qiao Xingyue sighed inwardly. She had finally moved from the countryside to the city, established a stable life, and even reunited with her family. Now it seemed she would have to return to the countryside, and for the next few years, An'an and Ningning would likely have to endure hardship again. They might not need this fragrant toothpaste anymore, but she knew clearly that what her two children needed was the warmth of family, not material comforts.
The two kids were tired from playing today. After taking a bath and brushing their teeth, they lay down on the bed, saying they were waiting for their parents to go to sleep together. But they fell asleep soon after.
Just a second ago, An'an was talking to Ningning about fighting with her brothers for sandbags that night, but as soon as she was about to say something, her eyes became so heavy that she couldn't lift them.
They lay side by side, their little hands clasped together, their toes unconsciously rubbing against each other's calves.
An'an's lips were still slightly upturned, and her face was covered with some lingering baby powder, like a layer of white icing. Ningning's little mouth was slightly open, and she smacked her lips every now and then, perhaps dreaming of eating candy.
Xie Zhongming washed Qiao Xingyue's, the two children's, and his own clothes, hung them on the bamboo pole outside to dry, and when he returned to the house, he saw that Qiao Xingyue had covered the two children's stomachs with a thin red pillowcase.
It's almost the end of summer, and with the fan blowing like this all the time, it's easy to catch a cold if you're not careful.
Xie Zhongming pressed the fan on the lowest setting, turning the airflow to its minimum.
Qiao Xingyue shifted her gaze from the two children, and when she looked at Xie Zhongming, the gentleness in her eyes turned serious and warning:
"Xie Zhongming, don't think I don't know what you're up to. If you dare to submit the divorce papers tomorrow, I'm not finished with you."
“What An'an and Ningning need is a father’s love, not the good material conditions you provide. I hope you understand this.”
The following sentence left Xie Zhongming speechless.
A guilty look fell on the two children, and a lump formed in her throat.
He had only been reunited with his two children for a few days, hadn't taught them to write yet, hadn't washed their hair, and hadn't even had a chance to hug them properly...
A lump formed in my throat, and I felt suffocated.
Qiao Xingyue knew Xie Zhongming's thoughts. He always wanted to divorce her and then entrust her to Huang's uncle's care, so that she and An'an and Ningning would no longer have to live a hard life.
He meant well.
She doesn't blame him.
"Go turn off the lights," Qiao Xingyue instructed.
Xie Zhongming sat up on the edge of the bed, walked to the beam, and pulled on the power cord of the light bulb hanging from the light bulb.
The light in the room dimmed.
Xie Zhongming was about to turn around and go back to bed when Qiao Xingyue grabbed his wrist. "Come to the next room, I have something to tell you."
Afraid of disturbing the two children, Xie Zhongming followed Qiao Xingyue quietly to the next room.
This family compound was just allocated; the walls have been repainted, and the furniture is all new. In the past two days, it felt warm and welcoming, like home.
Today, however, it looks rather cold and aloof.
I haven't even stayed there for two days yet.
It doesn't even have any popularity yet.
When they arrived at the next room, Qiao Xingyue closed the door and locked it.
"Xingyue, what's up?"
Qiao Xingyue took Xie Zhongming's hand and led him to the bedside. She placed her hand on his chest and gave him a gentle push.
He wasn't so easily swayed by her.
She then pressed down on him.
The two of them fell onto the newly bought palm fiber mattress and bounced slightly.
Her soft, petite body pressed down domineeringly on Xie Zhongming's strong body.
She started unbuttoning Xie Zhongming's shirt. "Let's play cards."
"Xingyue, stop fooling around. It's this late, why are you playing cards?"
His large hand grasped Qiao Xingyue's slender wrist.
Qiao Xingyue pulled away and continued unbuttoning his shirt, saying as she did so:
"What's wrong? Today is our real wedding night, why aren't we playing cards? Even if the sky falls, we'll still play. People should learn to live for the moment and find joy even in hardship."
“When we go to the countryside with our parents in the future, the conditions there won’t be as good as they are now. There won’t be a sturdy bed like ours for us to roll around in. Maybe there won’t even be a decent bed.”
"We must take advantage of the fact that the bed is still sturdy and play cards as much as we can."
Qiao Xingyue didn't care whether the sky would fall tomorrow.
Her bold and daring words made Xie Zhongming's ears burn.
Seeing Xie Zhongming's tightly furrowed brows, she gently rubbed his brow with her soft fingertips.
"You look so handsome when you smile. Don't frown, frowning doesn't look good."
"If it's going to rain, it's going to rain; if a mother wants to remarry, then so be it. It's not a big deal. You still have me, An'an, and Ningning. Your parents will be with you."
"Whether I have to work in the fields, face the loess soil and turn my back to the sky, or go up the mountain to chop firewood, I'm not afraid. An'an Ningning also likes to run around in the fields. It's all just life, just in a different place. What's there to be afraid of?"
Slender fingers, with slight calluses, traced his upright neck and landed on his Adam's apple.
Xie Zhongming's heart seemed to skip a beat.
These past two days, the sudden rumors have been making him very upset, and he was even distracted at today's wedding banquet.
He didn't even get a proper look at his bride today.
The faint moonlight shone on her face, softening her features. In her eyes, there was no resentment, only openness and determination.
"Wife," he called out to her, his voice hoarse, "Aren't you afraid of living a hard life with me? If we go to the countryside, I won't have the salary I have now. I'll have to earn work points like everyone else, working from dawn till dusk every day. It'll be very hard."
"Now is not the time to discuss these things, let's play poker first."
Qiao Xingyue had unbuttoned all the buttons on the man's shirt.
The fan is blowing air.
Xie Zhongming's clothes were blown open, revealing his muscular chest.
Qiao Xingyue covered it with her hand and gave it a hard rub.
Warm body temperature, burning heartbeat, and muscles that are firm, hard, and taut.
Qiao Xingyue couldn't help but smile. "Xie Zhongming, we've been married for so long, why are you still so nervous? Let me listen to your heartbeat!"
"We're not an old married couple, we've only been together less than ten times."
"You remember it quite well."
The first thing that touched Xie Zhongming's chest was her soft, flowing hair.
Then came her soft ears and rosy cheeks, which, mixed with the faint scent of soap on her body, strangely soothed the anxiety in his heart.
All that remained was the surging and roaring of the hot blood within his body.
"Xingyue, can't you be serious for once..."
"How is it improper? Sexual intercourse between men and women is a normal physiological need. What couple doesn't do this when they're having sex? Focus on your work and stop thinking about being sent down to the countryside."
Qiao Xingyue kissed his Adam's apple and his ear.
The heat entered his ears, burning down his veins until his blood was boiling.
A heavy, throbbing feeling spread through Xie Zhongming's chest.
He was a soldier, with restraint and forbearance etched into his bones. These past two days, he had been overwhelmed by the label of "enemy agent," his heart and mind filled with the sorrow of being sent to the countryside. He had even forgotten how soft and tender the person in his arms was.
The sensation on my Adam's apple was so clear, and my earlobes were incredibly itchy.
It's so exhausting.
That restraint shattered completely beneath her soft lips.
Xie Zhongming let out a low, hoarse groan, and the pent-up emotions in his chest exploded.
I could no longer control myself.
His strong arms suddenly wrapped around her waist with such force that it felt like he was trying to embed her into his bones.
The next second, my waist sank.
With the agility and speed characteristic of a soldier, he flipped over and pinned her beneath him.
The bamboo mat beneath her burned her back, startling Qiao Xingyue. She looked up and met his unfathomable eyes.
Gone was the sorrow of before, and the composure of the past; only a surging heat remained, like a wildfire.
His chest pressed tightly against hers, his burning body temperature seeping through the thin fabric of his clothes, carrying a rugged, masculine aura. The breeze from the fan swept by, ruffling the stray hairs on his forehead and making her heart pound like a drum.
Xie Zhongming looked down at her flushed cheeks and slightly parted lips, his Adam's apple bobbing again. "Xingyue, you look so beautiful when you blush."
“I wasn’t blushing,” Qiao Xingyue said crisply. “It was a physiological reaction.”
How could I not have a physical reaction to such a strong and muscular man on top of me?
She wasn't shy.
She was so lucky to have transmigrated to this era; she was eating so well, and God had blessed her with a man who was good-looking and had a great physique.
She touched his firm muscles and said, "I'll let you be on top tonight."
Xie Zhongming didn't say anything more, but leaned down, his forehead touching hers, their heavy breathing mingling together.
The cicadas and frogs outside the window chirped louder, one after another, drowning out Qiao Xingyue's cries, sometimes high and sometimes low, as she clung to Xie Zhongming's strong waist inside the window.
The voice was delicate and sweet, like a feather landing on Xie Zhongming's eardrums.
In the end.
Xie Zhongming put his arm around her slender waist. "Xingyue, are you tired?"
"No," Qiao Xingyue smiled contentedly, "My throat is just a little thirsty from shouting just now."
"I'll go get you some water."
Xie Zhongming quickly got up, dressed as fast as he could, went to the main room to pour a glass of warm water, and handed it to her.
She took the enamel mug and watched her drink most of it in one gulp before he said, "Take a break, I'll go make you some bathwater."
Knowing she's a clean person, she always takes a shower after we're done.
So he ran around doing everything, very diligently, but afraid of disturbing An An, who was sleeping in the next bed, after preparing the bath water, he tiptoed back to the room where he and Qiao Xingyue had just been, keeping his voice very low and gentle, "Xingyue, the water is ready."
Qiao Xingyue smelled the stronger scent of soap on him and got up to ask, "Are you done showering?"
"My wife is very clean, so of course I have to be clean too." Xie Zhongming thought about how if she were sent down to the countryside with him, the conditions there wouldn't be as good, and she wouldn't be able to take a hot bath whenever she wanted.
...
The Chen family.
Chen Jiahui, Wang Shufen, and Chen Shenghua had already gone to bed.
They were each lying in their own rooms, but neither of them could sleep.
Chen Shenghua was thinking about how to persuade his beloved daughter to marry his comrade's son so that she could avoid being implicated.
Chen Jiahui was thinking about the seemingly fantastical future world that Xingyue had told her that night, and scene after scene was imprinted in her mind like pictures.
Xingyue came from the future, fifty years from now. Is the technology in the future really that advanced? After listening to Xingyue's description, it seems that being sent down to the countryside with his parents is not a big deal, because according to Xingyue, the Down to the Countryside Movement will be completely over in a few years.
Suddenly, there was a series of urgent knocks on the door.
"Who is it?" Chen Shenghua came out of the next room and shouted in the main room.
He was afraid that the higher-ups would take action now and send the security personnel to take him, Lao Xie, and Xie's sons for interrogation and investigation.
A familiar voice came from outside the door, "Uncle Chen, it's me..."
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