Chapter 407 I Want to Have Your Child
Marriage is a matter between two people.
Although Wei Jia had obtained Min Qiao's consent, whether the matter could be accomplished still depended on Qiao Jingyuan's approval.
Originally, Madam Min Qiao asked whether she needed to speak with Qiao Jingyuan on her behalf.
However, Wei Jia refused, saying she wanted to go find Qiao Jingyuan herself.
Min Qiaoshi did not insist.
After leaving the main courtyard, Wei Jia hurried to the kitchen, cooked several dishes by hand, and carried them to the side courtyard where Qiao Jingyuan was recuperating.
Qiao Jingyuan was somewhat surprised to see Wei Jia personally bring him food. "Why did you come to bring me food in person?"
As Wei Jia set the food on the table, she replied, "I begged the old lady to agree to our marriage, and I came here specifically to tell you."
Qiao Jingyuan looked at Wei Jia in surprise: "What do you mean by that?"
Wei Jia served Qiao Jingyuan a bowl of rice, placed it in front of him, and reminded him, "Eat your rice."
Then he served himself another bowl of rice, sat down next to Qiao Jingyuan, and said in a casual tone, "Didn't we have a fake marriage before?"
"But when I saw you injured and almost died this time, I realized that I want to be your real husband and wife."
"So I went to beg the old lady to grant our request."
Qiao Jingyuan was stunned, and his chopsticks, which were holding food, froze in mid-air.
After a long while, he withdrew his hand, put down his chopsticks and bowl, and turned to look at Wei Jia, saying, "I'm old enough to be your father."
"I know." Wei Jia said casually, picking up a piece of food for him with her chopsticks. "I made all the dishes today myself, don't you want to try some?"
Qiao Jingyuan didn't touch his chopsticks, his gaze still fixed on Wei Jia with a complex mix of emotions. "I'm an assassin, and also a spy. I'm not in control of my own life, and my future hangs in the balance. I don't know if I'll ever return to Dayan. I don't even know when I'll die."
"I am a person with no future and who cannot stand the light of day."
Wei Jia smiled faintly, her tone still calm yet firm, "I know all that. But it has absolutely nothing to do with my decision to marry you."
"I only want to ask you, I want to marry you, will you marry me?"
In fact, Wei Jia knew that Qiao Jingyuan had feelings for her, just as she had feelings for Qiao Jingyuan.
The entanglement between them slowly grew over nearly a year of mutual support, reliance, yet also mutual wariness and suspicion.
Her fear and trepidation, his helplessness, her deep anxiety, his inner turmoil and hesitation...
They witnessed each other's most embarrassing moments when they first arrived in Da'an.
They also supported each other through that most difficult time.
Qiao Jingyuan did not respond to Wei Jia's confession. Instead, he looked at her with a serious expression and asked coldly, "Why did you do this?"
Before Wei Jia could answer, he continued, "I know you've always suspected me and been wary of me. I don't understand why you want to marry me now."
"Don't tell me you suddenly realized you were hopelessly in love with me and had to marry me."
"You're not that kind of irrational person."
"And I'm not so stupid as not to see that you married me for ulterior motives."
"So, be frank and tell me your real purpose."
Wei Jia smiled, put down her chopsticks, and looked up at Qiao Jingyuan seriously. "I like you, that's true. After all, you're so handsome."
He's almost forty years old, but he looks like he's in his twenties.
Once he stands on the stage, he's just a pretty boy performing in opera.
Wearing black clothes can transform one into a deadly demon.
Falling in love with him is not difficult for any woman.
As Wei Jia thought this, the smile on her lips became even more pronounced.
However, Qiao Jingyuan's face darkened.
He thought he was being very serious, but the woman was still joking with him.
Seeing Qiao Jing's face darken, Wei Jia sighed, "How boring," before asking, "Do you want the truth or a lie?"
Qiao Jingyuan frowned. "What do you think?"
"Okay," Wei Jia said helplessly, "The truth is I like you, I want to marry you, and I want to have a child with you."
Before Qiao Jingyuan could get angry, she quickly added, "The lie is that I think you might not be able to go back to Dayan. So I want to leave you an heir."
Qiao Jingyuan forced a bitter smile. "You still aren't telling the truth. Am I really that untrustworthy?"
Wei Jia finally abandoned her nonchalant and perfunctory attitude and said seriously, "It's true that I want to marry you. It's also true that I want to have a child with you."
"But my real purpose in doing this is to hope that one day in the future, you will be willing to die for me and for our children!"
"Hahaha...hahaha..."
Qiao Jingyuan laughed, a loud laugh that was filled with joy and sorrow, mixed with loss and magnanimity.
He believed that what Wei Jia said this time was true.
This could be considered Wei Jia's true honesty towards him.
This clever woman is as cunning as a fox.
He admired her, respected her, and liked her. But he never dared to ask for anything more. He didn't want such a dazzling person like her to be held back by him.
After a long while, Qiao Jingyuan blinked, wiped his face with his large hand, and then faced Wei Jia again.
"Actually, you don't need to do that."
Qiao Jingyuan smiled and said, "When the day comes that I am required to die, I will not back down."
“I know you want to protect your aunt and help her return to Dayan safely. Don’t worry, I will help. This is not for you, but for your aunt, and even more so for my mother, Jingyao, and Yuanyao.”
Qiao Jingyuan picked up his bowl and chopsticks again. "I'll pretend I didn't hear what you just said. You don't need to take it to heart."
However, Wei Jia reached out and grabbed his hand as he was about to pick up some food.
Qiao Jingyuan subconsciously tried to break free, but Wei Jia stubbornly held on even tighter.
He turned his head and saw Wei Jia staring intently at him, saying, word by word, "You haven't answered my question yet."
"I want to marry you, will you marry me?" Wei Jia repeated her question again.
A complex mix of emotions flashed across Qiao Jingyuan's eyes, but he couldn't bring himself to say no.
But can he agree?
He was a man without a future, destined not to leave Daxi alive.
If you agree to the marriage, wouldn't that just harm Weijia?
He can't be so selfish!
But should I refuse?
If he refuses, he may never have the chance to be with Wei Jia again in his life!
Just as Qiao Jingyuan was struggling with his inner conflict, Wei Jia slowly let go of his hand.
The moment he felt his hand being released, Qiao Jingyuan almost couldn't help but grab Wei Jia's hand tightly in return.
But reason ultimately prevailed over desire.
That's it. They shouldn't have crossed paths in the first place.
While I breathed a sigh of relief, regret and disappointment quietly took hold of my heart.
My emotions have gone through countless twists and turns. But time flies by in the blink of an eye.
Just then, he suddenly heard Wei Jia's voice: "If you don't say anything, I'll take that as a yes. I'll talk to the old lady later and ask her to help us choose an auspicious day to officiate our wedding ceremony."
My mood instantly soared to the clouds.
This time, he didn't refuse, but readily agreed, "Okay."
Upon receiving an affirmative reply, Wei Jia couldn't help but smile.
What she didn't say was that marrying Qiao Jingyuan and having a child with him wasn't just so that Qiao Jingyuan could die peacefully in the future. It was also so that when the old lady thought of Qiao Jingyuan someday, she wouldn't have too much regret.
At least, Qiao Jingyuan still has descendants, doesn't he?
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P.S.: Dongyue suddenly felt like writing something sweet about romance, so I impulsively wrote this chapter. Hahaha... Please treat this chapter as a bonus!
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