Chapter 8, Chapter 97: My heart was pounding with turmoil…
When Cheng Jiamo saw Qu Jinhuan, she was stunned for a moment because she found that Qu Jinhuan looked a bit like Xi Yuan, with similar eyebrows and eyes. However, after looking at them a few more times, she realized that the two were actually completely different.
Xi Yuan is more radiant, with more defined and delicate features, while Qu Jinhuan is gentle and graceful. It's like one is a rose and the other is a lily, each with its own unique beauty.
"Hello." Qu Jinhuan extended her hand and said with a smile, "Thank you for helping to take care of An'an and Dudu."
Cheng Jiamo smiled and shook hands with her: "You're welcome. I just wanted to play with them. The two kids are so cute."
Qu Jinhuan replied with a smile, "Dudu is older and easier to take care of. My daughter is younger and cries a lot, so I'm glad you won't be bothered by her."
Cheng Jiamo reached out and touched the little tuft of hair on Tang Yu'an's head: "An'an is very good, she didn't cry at all, didn't she?"
Tang Yu'an tilted her little head and nodded, saying in her childish voice, "Mommy, I didn't cry." Then she stretched out her lotus-root-like white arms, "Mommy, hug me."
Qu Jinhuan picked her up, glanced at her crooked hair, and smiled helplessly: "Your dad didn't tie it up properly again."
Cheng Jiamo, against her conscience, praised, "It's pretty good. Fourth Brother's skills have already surpassed 90% of the men in the country."
He Qingzhao pulled Cheng Jiamo into his arms: "Wife, I don't like hearing what you're saying. What do you mean by defeating ninety percent of men?"
Cheng Jiamo patted the back of his hand, coaxing him like a child: "You are one of the ten percent."
He Qingzhao was inspired and turned to look at Tang Yu'an, saying with a gentle smile, "An'an, Uncle will braid your hair even prettier in a little while, okay?"
Tang Yu'an hugged Qu Jinhuan's neck, rested her little face against her chest, and shook her head: "No, I like the little braids Daddy wears."
Cheng Jiamo's lips twitched slightly, and she forced herself not to laugh out loud.
Qu Jinhuan said with a smile, "The fourth brother's sweet little girl is the most sympathetic to her father. She'll get angry with anyone who says anything bad about him."
Cheng Jiamo glanced at He Qingzhao with a deep look in her eyes, and raised her eyebrows slightly. The meaning was clear: He Qingzhao had just spoken ill of Tang Jingyao, and he did so in front of Tang Jingyao's daughter.
He Qingzhao replied with a "I'm fearless" emoji and looked down at Dudu, who was eating chocolate.
Before he could even speak, Dudu touched her little bun and said, "My dad makes it look really good, I don't want my uncle to do it."
Cheng Jiamo finally couldn't help but laugh out loud.
Qu Jinhuan smiled and smoothed things over, saying, "Kids their age all love their dads."
"Wife." He Qingzhao hugged Cheng Jiamo with both arms, buried his face in her neck, and said in a wronged tone, "Wife, I also want a daughter."
Cheng Jiamo didn't want to be tugged at in front of the child, so she reached out and pushed his face away: "It's too hot, don't hug me."
He Qingzhao let go of her, reached out and picked up Dudu, tapped Dudu's face with her finger, and asked, "Dudu, do you think Auntie will have a younger brother or a younger sister in the future?"
Cheng Jiamo pinched him: "Why are you asking the child this?"
Qu Jinhuan said with a smile, "In the old custom, pregnant women would ask whether the baby was a boy or a girl during their pregnancy, and the baby's answer would be more accurate. President He probably wanted to make a prediction in advance."
Zhou Jinghong and Tang Jingyao walked over together.
Zhou Jinghong took Dudu from He Qingzhao's arms and said to He Qingzhao, "You can do IVF to determine the gender directly."
Tang Jingyao carried An'an in one arm and held Qu Jinhuan's hand with the other, and the family of three left.
He Qingzhao put his arm around Cheng Jiamo and deliberately slowed down to walk behind them.
After they had walked away, Cheng Jiamo finally spoke: "Actually, I don't particularly want a boy or a girl. As long as it's a child with you, I'll love it whether it's a boy or a girl. What about you?"
He Qingzhao picked her up in one swift motion, supporting her hips with both hands and holding her in his arms like a child. He smiled and pecked her lips: "Me too, I don't care if it's a boy or a girl. But to be honest, I don't really want you to have a child."
"Why?" Cheng Jiamo asked in surprise.
He Qingzhao smiled and said, "You are petite and have a slender frame, while I am much taller than you. It would be risky for you to carry my child. Even if we don't have a C-section, the baby will still be big during the pregnancy, which will make you very uncomfortable. I don't want you to suffer that pain."
Cheng Jiamo hugged his neck, pressed her face against his, and smiled softly: "But I want to have a baby, He Qingzhao, I want to have a child. During my pregnancy, I will control my diet and try my best not to let the fetus grow too big, and I will also exercise more."
He Qingzhao raised a hand and patted her head, smiling gently, "Okay, if you want, we'll have the baby."
Cheng Jiamo hugged his neck tightly, bit his ear, and chuckled softly in his ear.
He Qingzhao's Adam's apple bobbed, and his voice was deep and hoarse: "Don't provoke me."
"I'll provoke you, I'll provoke you." Cheng Jiamo bit his ear harder, and after biting it, she buried her face in his neck and bit it.
He Qingzhao carried her quickly, put her down at the moon gate, and took her hand as they walked into the main hall.
Two children were running around in the lobby, laughing and having a great time.
Tang Jingyao and Zhou Jinghong sat to the side, looking after the child.
Qu Jinhuan sat on the balcony drinking tea, smiling and beckoning to Cheng Jiamo: "Come and have afternoon tea together."
He Qingzhao gently pushed her from behind: "Go ahead."
Cheng Jiamo went to the balcony and sat down opposite Qu Jinhuan.
He Qingzhao had no interest in helping Zhou and Tang take care of the child. Instead, she went to the room where Zhong Qi and the others were playing and chatted with a few single men while playing cards.
After Cheng Jiamo sat down, she smiled at Qu Jinhuan.
Qu Jinhuan asked her, "What would you like to drink?"
Cheng Jiamo was a little reserved: "Either is fine."
Qu Jinhuan poured her a cup of rose tea and pushed it in front of her: "Try it. If you don't like it, I'll make you something else."
"Thank you." Cheng Jiamo picked up her teacup, took a small sip, and said, "Mmm, it's delicious."
The two sat on the balcony drinking tea and chatting. When they talked about university, Qu Jinhuan laughed and said, "I also thought about applying to a university in northern Beijing back then."
Cheng Jiamo said with a smile, "If you had come to Beijing for university, you probably wouldn't have met Fourth Brother."
Qu Jinhuan laughed and replied, "Not necessarily. Fate is unpredictable. He used to come to Beijing often back then."
Cheng Jiamo took a sip of tea: "That's true."
Just like her and He Qingzhao, if they weren't destined to be together, she wouldn't have met him even if she came to Beijing.
The two hit it off as they chatted, and eventually they told each other their ages.
Cheng Jiamo was born in the same year as Qu Jinhuan, but her birth month was half a month later.
Qu Jinhuan laughed and said, "I didn't expect we're the same age, but you look very young. If you hadn't told me, I would have thought you were five or six years younger than me."
Cheng Jiamo smiled and said, "Maybe it's because I have a round face; round faces make you look younger."
Qu Jinhuan has an oval face, which adds to her gentle and beautiful charm.
Then the two started talking about their hometowns, and Qu Jinhuan said with a smile, "My hometown and your maternal grandmother's hometown are quite close to each other."
Cheng Jiamo replied with a smile, "Then we're practically from the same hometown."
The two then exchanged a few words in their respective dialects, and sure enough, their dialects were very similar.
When they talked about how their teachers used to teach in dialects when they were in school, they both laughed.
Two children playing in the lobby heard their laughter and ran over, each carrying a Barbie doll.
An'an rushed into Qu Jinhuan's arms and climbed onto her lap.
Dudu ran up to Cheng Jiamo and grabbed her hand: "Sister, I want to hear the story of the Flower Fairy again, please tell it again, okay?"
Cheng Jiamo smiled and patted her head: "Okay."
She pulled Dudu to sit on the beanbag chair, and An'an climbed off Qu Jinhuan's lap and sat down next to Cheng Jiamo.
Cheng Jiamo sat in the middle, with a cute, fair-skinned little dumpling sitting on either side of her.
“Once upon a time…” she began in the most ordinary way of narrating, “in a very long time, there was a fairy castle…”
Her voice was soft, and it became even softer when she told stories, like a gentle spring breeze.
When He Qingzhao came out of the room, he saw Cheng Jiamo sitting on the sunlit sofa, holding a child in one arm and telling a story with a gentle expression.
His eyes were glued to her, his back against Zhuo Yan, staring at her intently.
Suddenly, an image flashed through his mind: Cheng Jiamo sitting on a swing chair in the South Garden, holding two children in her arms, one who looked like him and the other who looked like Cheng Jiamo.
A sudden warmth surged through my chest, a surge of intense heat.
He was actually indifferent to having children; it was something he didn't care about.
However, at this moment, he had some thoughts.
This scene was a warmth he had never experienced before.
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