Zhang Moyan was not angry because Xiao Xingyu said that he had not been enthusiastic for three years. On the contrary, when she heard this, she felt relieved and thought: It turns out that he will be fine after three years.
"I'm not worried about anything. I was just thinking that staying together for three years would be difficult. My job requires me to travel frequently, so how can I take you with me?"
Zhang Moyan was evading, but not evading either. She was serious, dull, pedantic, yet calm and natural. Her ability to adapt to changing circumstances had improved by leaps and bounds. It would be great if China could research chips at this speed.
Xiao Xingyu seemed stunned by the question. After a pause, he said with regret, "Our country is not developed enough. Look at Japan and South Korea. Women basically don't work after marriage. This trend will definitely be the same in China in the future. If a woman is still working at the age of 40, it only means that she married the wrong person!"
"Heretical nonsense!" Zhang Moyan was speechless. "Our country's national conditions are different from those of Japan and South Korea. Chinese women have economic capabilities, so among the three countries, Chinese women have the highest social status and can hold up half the sky! Moreover, women earn their own money and have a say in the family, without having to rely on others' opinions."
"Okay, you're right," Xiao Xingyu said, "but our family situation is special. Even if my wife doesn't earn any money, she still has the upper hand! So if you want to quit that job where you have to look up to other people for how many flowers you can collect, just quit now!"
Aren’t those some flowers?
"You... know everything?" Zhang Moyan stammered.
Xiao Xingyu sighed, "I heard Xiao Wa say that when he went to get you flowers, he was almost glared at by the people in your company." He turned curiously and asked, "I didn't send you flowers on Friday. Didn't you miss me or feel disappointed?"
"Oh," Zhang Moyan said a little ashamedly, "I didn't receive any flowers on Friday, but I was quite happy."
She felt that Xiao Xingyu wanted to curse.
After a moment of silence, the person on the other end, defeated, changed the subject: "You went back to see your parents today. Are your uncle and aunt doing well? Did they give you any trouble? Did they, ahem, mention me?"
Even though her tone was deliberately relaxed, Xiao Xingyu still felt like a grown-up girl.
This kind of tension is quite unfamiliar.
Zhang Moyan sat cross-legged on the soft blanket on the balcony. Outside the window, a bright moon quietly floated out of the gauze-like clouds, and the silver moonlight shone through the glass window onto her long, black and shiny hair.
"My parents are in good health. Their attitude towards me is the same as before. They were angry with us..." Zhang Moyan wanted to say "it's gone", but a trace of concern suddenly emerged in the middle of the sentence. She paused and said, "It still takes some time to digest, so I didn't talk about you."
Her voice became smaller uncontrollably. She was really glad that they were just talking on the phone and not via video, otherwise her lying would definitely not escape Xiao Xingyu's eyes.
"Oh," Xiao Xingyu seemed a little disappointed, but then he assured her, "Don't worry, as long as your parents are back to their old ways, they'll figure it out. It's just a matter of time."
Zhang Moyan was confused: "Why are you so sure?"
Xiao Xingyu laughed: "Of course, a man like me will never let go if I meet anyone with a daughter!"
He said it as if it was a matter of course, as if it was a universal truth like heliocentrism. Zhang Moyan couldn't help but laugh along with him.
"Women too," Xiao Xingyu added in a low, magnetic voice, "No one will let go of a man like me."
Zhang Moyan was speechless, as if her heart was being grasped by a hand.
"Xingyu," she muttered restlessly, sleepwalking. "I saw a news story on TV today. There's a woman in Zhejiang who hasn't conceived in a year after marriage. Recently, she twisted her ankle while going upstairs, so she went to the local hospital for an X-ray. The X-ray showed her foot was fine, but the doctor made a significant discovery—her epiphysis hadn't closed. The doctor recommended an endocrine chromosome test. Guess what?"
Xiao Xingyu was a little surprised that Zhang Moyan had suddenly brought up the news, but he agreed, "Normally, women's epiphyses close between the ages of 14 and 16. This girl's epiphyses haven't closed, which means she's still in puberty. This means she can still grow taller, so she's most likely not a woman."
Xiao Xingyu was indeed well-informed. Zhang Moyan secretly admired him. "Well, the endocrinologist suspected she had congenital adrenal hyperplasia and suggested she get a chromosome check. The report later confirmed that her chromosomes were '46xy'! This means that after living as a woman for 25 years, she's actually a man."
"Tsk tsk, I feel really sorry for her husband," Xiao Xingyu sighed, then asked in confusion, "Then how did her husband manage to sleep with her for a whole year?"
Zhang Moyan could almost imagine him scratching his chin in bewilderment. "The news said her organs were fake, like a woman's,"
"Oh," there was silence on the other end of the phone, and then asked, "Does she have breasts and menstruation?"
"She never had her period. When she was a child, she went to the doctor, who said that her development might be delayed and she should wait a few years. Later, when she became an adult, she felt embarrassed about this issue. In short, she was quite confused. As for her breasts, she always thought she was flat-chested, because there are many girls with flat chests."
Zhang Moyan was answering the questions as seriously as an elementary school student when she suddenly heard a relieved sigh from the other end: "That's okay, Moyan, believe in yourself. You have periods and you have breasts, so you must be a woman."
Zhang Moyan: “…”
"If you're truly a man," Xiao Xingyu paused, as if making a decisive move after careful consideration, "I'll have to travel by land from now on."
The serious tone made Zhang Moyan want to laugh for a moment, but her heart was inexplicably ached, and the corners of her mouth that were raised slightly pursed.
My dear, there is more to this chapter. Please click on the next page to continue reading. It will be even more exciting later!
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
