Chapter 212 When was this place renovated?
I felt something strange beneath me, something vaguely pressing against me.
Mu Jia's heartbeat couldn't help but quicken. He quickly pulled his hand away and gently pushed Xie Siyan's strong shoulder.
Her cheeks were already flushed, and even her ears were burning.
"Still at your doorstep..."
There was a hint of panic and shame in his voice.
If they made some noise in the car before even driving out of the Xie family's gate, Mu Jia felt that he might not need to come next time.
I don't have the face to come again.
Xie Siyan didn't really want to do anything, it was just a physiological reaction that could not be changed by human subjective will.
Following Mu Jia's movements, he let go of his hand.
When he withdrew his arm, his fingertips brushed against her warm cheek, rubbing her soft cheek, and the touch made him pause slightly.
"Leave."
He whispered, with a hint of imperceptible restraint in his voice, then turned around and gripped the steering wheel.
——
The car merged smoothly into the main road at night and drove south along the road full of lights.
About half an hour later, the vehicle slowly drove into a low-density villa area on the outskirts of the city.
As the Bentley slowly approached its destination, Mu Jia also noticed the changes in the surrounding scenery.
Just as they turned out of the tree-lined avenue, they saw towering plane trees on both sides. The previous noisy voices of the street gradually dissipated. When the car turned into the second alley, the tranquility hidden in the city instantly filled the air. The alley was so quiet that you could hear the wind blowing through the leaves. Mu Jia raised his eyes and saw the black tiles that had been peeling off the white walls on both sides, revealing the years. The stone lion carvings beside the stone steps were majestic.
——These things must be antiques.
Mu Jia secretly estimated the value, and his eyes swept over the black lacquer door with copper rings as he passed by. He knew in his heart that this was probably another place where aristocratic families lived, imitating the Jiangnan gardens.
Xie's house is a model of traditional Beijing architecture, but the style of this place is completely different.
The Jiangnan style is obvious. When she saw the exterior, she could almost think of small bridges and flowing water. Mu Jia couldn't help but think of the garden where she and Xie Siyan lived when they were in Wuzhou.
While Mu Jia was thinking, the car had already stopped in front of a deep courtyard. Mu Jia stepped into the courtyard and found that this mansion was even better than Xie's. She couldn't help but tilt her head slightly, a little surprised -
China Construction Group owns many high-end real estate brands. As a core figure of the group, Xie Siyan's properties are spread all over the place, ranging from top-notch flats in the city center to private villas in the suburbs, all of which are residences that ordinary people can hardly afford.
However, Mu Jia had never been to this place before.
Could this be the residence purchased for Xie’s father and mother?
Just as Mu Jia was curious, Xie Siyan had already parked the car, opened the door, and walked down. He took two steps and couldn't help but look back, his face tilted to the inside, "Take a look at the decoration of the wedding room, is it to your liking?"
The question just now was answered in an instant. Mu Jia blushed and said subconsciously, "Who said I want to marry you? I haven't agreed yet."
Besides, he didn't propose.
Without a proposal, there would be no wedding.
Without a wedding, how can there be a wedding house?
Mu Jia calmed down a bit, walked to his side, and reminded him softly, "Xie Siyan, we are still within the contract period, one year, do you remember..."
Before he could finish, there was a cry of surprise, and Mu Jia's wrist was grabbed, and the whole person was lifted in front of him with great force. Xie Siyan's expression remained unchanged, and his voice was relaxed. "You mean," he raised an eyebrow, "that the parents have been met, and this is also one of your contracted services?"
Mu Jia rubbed his wrist and turned his face away to avoid his sight.
Her heart was already beating wildly when he just said "wedding room".
Now he has the ability to analyze rationally, not to mention... marriage is a major event in life. Mu Jia pushed him and changed the subject, "Go in first."
Xie Siyan did not continue to dwell on the topic. He curved his lips and took her hand. "Then let me show you around my wedding room first."
Mu Jia, “…?”
Mu Jia touched his neck and suddenly felt a green sensation in his head.
——
Xie Siyan took Mu Jia's hand and walked slowly across the courtyard.
The cool night breeze brushed against their clasped hands.
He stopped, turned sideways, and looked towards the flower stand wrapped in wisteria not far away. His voice was low and gentle, "Let's go over there and take a look."
Mu Jia followed his gaze and was stunned.
Layers of wisteria spikes cascaded down like waterfalls, and within the depths of the purple clouds, a handwoven bamboo rocking chair quietly rested. The swaying shadows of the flowers, the gentle moonlight, the scene mirrored the "dream garden" she had described in her diary years before.
Her eyes moved and her long eyelashes trembled, as if she was afraid of disturbing something. She let go of Xie Siyan's hand and walked briskly towards the flower stand.
Sitting on the rocking chair, the touch of the bamboo railings can be felt through your fingertips.
She raised her head and looked at him, her eyes sparkling with light. "How could... there be this?"
Xie Siyan didn't answer. He placed his slender fingers on the bamboo railing and said with a rare gentleness in his voice, "Hold on tight. I'll push you."
With his strength, the rocking chair slowly swung up and flew into the sky again and again.
Mu Jia felt the evening breeze and smelled the fragrance of wisteria. He couldn't help but smile and urged, "A little higher, a little harder."
She closed her eyes, as if she wanted to fly into the night sky with the wind. This leisurely feeling made her unable to help but laugh softly.
"Xie Siyan, didn't you eat?"
About ten minutes passed like this. "Enough...enough!" Mu Jia clutched his chest, his voice trembling.
The rocking chair slowly stopped, and she almost jumped back to the ground, bending over and breathing lightly.
His heart was still pounding loudly. Mu Jia couldn't help but looked up and glared at him, "Xie Siyan...are you seeking revenge?"
I just said I didn’t eat, and now he’s taking revenge... What a petty man!
Sure enough, it was right not to marry him.
Hearing this, Xie Siyan just chuckled softly, "Didn't you ask me to be harder?"
After hearing this, Mu Jia's face inexplicably turned red. The topic seemed to have gone astray. She didn't want to talk about obscene things when a man and a woman were alone together. Wouldn't she be the one who would suffer in the end?
Mu Jia pretended not to hear what he said and walked inside. "When was this place renovated?"
The style of the villa is a perfect combination of Jiangnan gardens and modern styles. The yard is large and has landscape gardens, but the houses inside are all equipped with modern facilities and it does not look like it has just been planned.
Xie Siyan paused and followed her in.
"A year ago."
The day you return home.
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