Chapter 136: Thinking about a girl who doesn't have you in her heart
Song Mingxi's eyes widened instantly.
His pupils trembled slightly, and the bag of rabbit food in his hand fell to the ground with a "pop".
Seeing this, Zhou Xu quickly raised his hands, and his slender fingers drew an arc of surrender in the air.
"Don't look at me like that," he tugged at his tie, his Adam's apple rolling unnaturally as he explained, "I've been faking marriages to get by. My mom's putting a lot of pressure on me to have a baby."
As he said this, he nodded in the direction of the restaurant.
Song Mingxi followed his gaze and saw that there was indeed a carved thermos on the dining table with a note stuck on it - the three words "Drink while hot" were written in a flamboyant style, and it was obvious that it was the handwriting of the housekeeper of the Zhou family's old house.
She is too familiar with this routine.
Since their marriage, the "Ten-Ingredient Tonic Soup" has been delivered on time every Wednesday. It contains either deer antlers or ginseng, and also has a secret recipe for pregnancy. Song Mingxi can't drink it, so all the soup goes into Zhou Xu's stomach.
Song Mingxi's mouth twitched, and his expression changed from shock to speechlessness, and finally settled into an eerie calm. "How are we going to give birth?"
Is it possible to have a child without having sex?
Zhou Xu suddenly came closer, and the faint scent of cologne mixed with tobacco hit my face.
He is a noble young man from a distinguished family. His appearance and temperament are still online. When he gets close to Song Mingxi, Song Mingxi is not a wooden man, not to mention that she is also a veteran.
"How do you... give birth?"
The voice was very low, and the warm breath sprayed on her ears. Song Mingxi suddenly shivered.
The little rabbit suddenly ran past the two people's feet. Song Mingxi seemed to be tickled and jumped away, and the two people kept some distance from each other.
"I, I don't know!"
Song Mingxi didn't bother cleaning the fence for the little rabbit. She just went ahead and dug up the tulip bulbs! She covered her face, ran to the bedroom, locked the door, and threw herself into the quilt.
——
weekend.
The Getty Center was packed.
Mu Jia went out to relax and stood before the original "Irises," his gaze lingering on the cobalt-blue sea of flowers. The rough brushstrokes on the canvas seemed to carry the pain of Van Gogh's ear amputation, each streak of paint a silent cry.
"Ma'am, we're closing soon."
The security guard came over to remind him again, and Mu Jia was shocked to realize that he had been standing there for forty minutes!
Mu Jia was about to turn around and leave when a tall man suddenly jumped out from beside her. He was wearing a suit and sunglasses, brushed past her and almost bumped into her.
"Sorry, madam."
Mu Jia glanced at the man, turned around and walked out.
The sunset in Los Angeles dyed the white buildings near the Getty Center golden.
After returning to the apartment, Mu Jia received the first bill, along with the black card given by Cheng Yu and the detailed consumption details.
When opening the envelope, Mu Jia's hands suddenly trembled a little. She recalled the call she received from Xie Siyan before the flight took off that day. He asked her why she sent the black card back. According to the time, he should have known everything.
But these past few days, it has been dead quiet.
There wasn't even a single question on WeChat.
Instead, it made Mu Jia feel even more uneasy.
——
"Master, Madam has told you to wait outside."
The housekeeper bent over and stood in front of the Buddhist temple, with beads of sweat oozing from his forehead.
Xie Siyan's eyes were even colder: "Whose orders are you taking?"
He raised his hand to wave away the obstruction, his body moving in a sharp arc. The sandalwood door was thrown open violently, stirring up a cloud of incense ash in the room.
In the Buddhist temple, Cheng Yu was kneeling on a lotus cushion.
Her plain cheongsam outlined her straight back, and three incense sticks burned in her hands, emitting curls of green smoke. Hearing the commotion outside, she kowtowed three times and bowed nine times before slowly rising, her fingertips brushing the Buddhist beads on her wrist. "Zhongjiandu is back in your hands. What else is there to worry about?"
The ever-burning lamp on the incense table flickered, making Xie Siyan's sharply defined profile appear even more gloomy. He asked in a deep voice, "Isn't mother very clear about this?"
Cheng Yu gently stroked the white jade bottle used for offering to Buddha, a smile on his lips: "What do I know?"
She turned around suddenly, and the Buddhist beads clashed, making a crisp sound. "Is it about that girl named Mu Jia?"
Xie Siyan had a cold face and a tight lip line, and the scent of agarwood in the Buddhist hall suddenly became suffocating.
On the altar, the Buddha statue's lowered brows and eyes are still compassionate, but they cannot illuminate the undercurrents between the mother and son.
"Go out and tell them, don't be disrespectful in front of the Buddha." Cheng Yu spoke first.
Xie Siyan could only follow her out of the Buddhist hall. The sandalwood door slowly closed behind them. The housekeeper stepped aside to give the mother and son space to talk and waited outside.
Cheng Yu twirled her Buddhist beads lightly with her fingertips as she walked calmly out of the temple. The sandalwood floor made subtle sounds under her feet, and the hem of her cheongsam swayed gently with her steps.
The courtyard corridor.
Cheng Yu suddenly turned around.
The afterglow of the setting sun filtered through the carved window lattices, casting mottled shadows on her face.
Cheng Yu's voice was a little contemptuous. "I just offered her a choice: a position at Goldman Sachs or Morgan Stanley."
Xie Siyan stood there motionless, a shadow covering half of his face, making it impossible to tell his emotion.
"I only mentioned it once, and she immediately understood its value. She accepted it without even saying anything."
A fallen leaf in the yard floated into the corridor.
Cheng Yu reached out to catch it, his fingertips gently crushing the withered yellow leaf veins: "Do you know what she asked me last?"
She looked up at her son and smiled. "She asked me if she could start her job two weeks earlier. That's why she flew to Los Angeles so soon."
Cheng Yu raised his hand to straighten Xie Siyan's collar, and his fingertips gently stroked the fabric of his high-end custom-made suit. His movements were gentle, but with irresistible force. "I think this girl is much more ambitious than you."
This sentence seemed to be a rebuke, but if you think about it carefully, you can easily hear the intention of fanning the flames. Xie Siyan's jaw suddenly tightened, and a sharp glint flashed in his eyes. "Didn't mother threaten her with other things? Just like she did with Bai Yirou."
Ripples suddenly appeared on the surface of the lotus pond, and Cheng Yu's face froze for a moment.
"Of course not."
Cheng Yu simply scattered the broken leaves into the lotus pond in the yard and watched the koi carp vying for food. "Not all girls are as devoted to you as Yirou... But that's all in the past, don't think too much about it."
A dead leaf swirled and landed on the bluestone slab between the two of them, like an invisible dividing line.
Xie Siyan stood there with a cold look in his eyes, not moving forward. Cheng Yu turned around calmly, not forgetting to greet him, "If you have time to think about a girl who doesn't have you in her heart, why don't you come back to the old house more often to see your father. He's been going there a lot recently."
Xie Siyan had no expression on his face.
I silently repeated those words in my mind -
"I don't have you in my heart."
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