Chapter 132 Prelude to Marriage
On the day of discharge from the hospital, Mo Xiaohan wrapped Ruan Xingchen tightly with a velvet blanket, even covering his eyes with a veil. The rule of not being exposed to the wind during the confinement period was strictly enforced to the extreme.
"Xiaohan... I can walk by myself..." Ruan Xingchen protested muffledly from under the blanket, "I'm giving birth, not injured..."
"Don't move." Mo Xiaohan gently pressed the corner of the blanket with his palm and carried her across the flower-petal-covered path of the manor. "The postpartum therapist said you need to rest for 42 days."
The little girl was babbling in the nanny's arms, as if she was agreeing with her father's "dictatorship".
The master bedroom has been transformed by Mo Xiaohan into a warm confinement room. The constant temperature system maintains the most suitable temperature, and the air is filled with the faint scent of lily of the valley.
Mo Xiaohan gently placed her on the cushioned bed, turned around and took his son from the nanny. His cautious posture was as if he was holding the most precious treasure in all of Southeast Asia.
The joy of a new life is still lingering in my arms, and another sweet expectation about the wedding has quietly overflowed.
Savika and Su Lixia still had a lot of things to prepare for their wedding, so after Ruan Xingchen was discharged from the hospital, they prepared to return to Yangon.
The helicopter was about to take off on the lawn of the manor. Su Lixia leaned against the window, looking reluctantly in the direction of the main building and sighed softly.
Savika fastened her seat belt and said in a gentle voice, "Don't worry, after the madam is out of confinement, she will definitely come to our wedding."
His words were like a reassurance, comforting Su Lixia a little, gently guiding her thoughts away from the sadness of parting and turning them to the new chapter that was about to unfold.
When the helicopter landed at the white manor on the shore of Inya Lake, Su Lixia looked at the gilded spire of the Shwedagon Pagoda in the distance, and for a moment she felt as if she was in another world.
A year ago, she was just an ordinary tourist attending a high school classmate's wedding. At that time, she thought it was just a relaxing trip to a foreign country. But now, she is about to become Savika's bride in this once unfamiliar city.
"Why are you crying?" Savika wiped the corners of her eyes with her fingertips.
"When I last came to Yangon, I was thinking of returning home in three days..." She whispered softly, with a moist mist in her eyes, "How could I have thought at that time..."
"How could you have thought of marrying a Burmese warlord?" Savika hugged her from behind, his warm breath brushing her ears, his words were teasing, but his arms were tightened.
Su Lixia turned around and buried her face in his chest, inhaling the familiar scent on him: "At that time, I could only cry."
"You cry now too." Savika chuckled and wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes with her fingertips, "But I love watching it."
He suddenly picked her up by the waist and strode into the house: "I'll show you a surprise."
He carried her through the cloakroom filled with traditional Burmese sarongs, gently put her down in front of the last door, and raised his hands to cover her eyes.
After the door slowly opened, the room was filled with dazzling wedding decorations, shining with golden light under the setting sun.
There were ninety-nine sets of red wedding dresses in different styles, ranging from hand-embroidery by the mountain people in northern Myanmar to gold thread embroidery used by the royal family. It was like a museum of ethnic costumes.
"Choose your favorite." Savika bit her earlobe and said, "But it doesn't matter whether you wear it or not...I'll tear it to pieces that night anyway."
Su Lixia's ears felt hot and her heart was beating like a drum.
This domineering and scorching love made her unable to resist, but she was willing to sink into it.
After resting in the manor for three days and washing away all the fatigue from the journey, Savika took Surishia to the thousand-year-old temple in Yangon.
The elderly monk, dressed in a crimson robe, looked at their clasped hands, a compassionate smile appearing on his wrinkled face.
He took a thick almanac, and his skinny fingers slowly ran across the complicated Burmese date, finally stopping at one place.
"The fifteenth day of next month, the night of the full moon, is an auspicious day that comes only once every ten years." The monk's voice was old and peaceful. He took out a red string and gently tied it around the two's wrists. "Marry on this day, and you will be blessed by the gods and live together forever."
As they left the ancient temple, the Yangon sunshine bathed them in sunlight. Savika stroked the red string around her wrist, a light flickering in her eyes.
"Did you hear that?" He turned his head to look at Su Lixia, a rare solemnity in his eyes and brows. "The monk said we can grow old together."
Su Lixia looked at the red rope connecting the two of them, and then looked at the bustling streets in the distance. That was where she once walked as a tourist, but now it would become her permanent home.
She took the initiative to hold Savika's hand and interlocked their fingers.
"Then we'll grow old together."
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