52 White hair
◎To share the snow with you, is to grow old together.◎
Saxons...
Xue Lu remembered the surname.
He couldn't resist searching online, and the online entries showed that the surname came from an ancient lineage and meant "sword-bearer." In English-speaking countries, only about three people per million have the surname Saxon.
As Xue Lu said at the beginning, this is an uncommon surname.
Because it is uncommon, it should not be difficult to find famous people with this surname.
British merchants, Cangcheng, the island's chamber of commerce—a powerful force…
In today's big data era, these few related keywords should make it easy to find Saxon himself.
However, no.
The internet was silent, as if what Luo and others had said was just a baseless legend.
The only wealthy English Saxon that Xue Lu found was an artist specializing in Impressionist painting, particularly portraiture. His only connection to China was that he had used the proceeds from auctioning his paintings to build three Hope Primary Schools in western China and to sponsor some left-behind children.
Saxons...
Xue Lu silently repeated these three words in his mind. At this moment, Song Qinggui carried a plate of fruit into the study.
Xue Lu switched the computer screen back to Jingtian's financial statements—a subconscious action.
He had a gut feeling that Song Qinggui wouldn't want to hear the word "Saxon." Just as he had a gut feeling that Feng Zhe's feelings for Song Qinggui contained a morbid infatuation...
Song Qinggui smiled broadly: "The New Year is almost here, why is the company suddenly so busy? You've been sitting in front of the computer these past few days."
"It's alright, I have a few reports to review. Once the minor issues are resolved, I'll be on my annual leave," Lawyer Xue replied, not entirely lying.
Song Qinggui nodded: "The day after tomorrow is New Year's Eve. Shall we go back to the old house for dinner?"
Although they have been married for more than two years, they only realized their feelings for each other in the last few months. During the Spring Festival, because the Xue family disliked Song Qinggui, Song Qinggui did not want to cause trouble for himself and the Xue family, so he worked the night shift at Jingtian Hospital.
However, things were different this year. She and Xue Lu had fallen in love, and Old Master Xue had approved of her, even allowing her to join the Xue Group and participate in its affairs. Therefore, she had to attend this family reunion dinner, both out of obligation and obligation. But the thought of facing Li Jinghe and her children's sarcastic remarks made Song Qinggui feel exhausted.
Xue Lu understood, of course. He put his arm around Song Qinggui and let Song Qinggui sit on his lap: "If you don't want to go, we can just stay at home. My dad doesn't need another son like me."
"Don't say that, Dad loves you the most," Song Qinggui said. "Otherwise, he wouldn't be so good to me."
"That's because you're good enough. With Lao Xue's stubborn temper, he won't change his mind unless you have real skills."
Song Qinggui smiled and said, "Go back for the New Year. Dad definitely wants you to come back. He just had surgery, and when people are physically weak, they need companionship even more. He'll be sad if you don't go back. Besides, there's Ms. Wen. She definitely wants you to go back and see her too."
“You…” Xue Lu looked into Song Qinggui’s eyes: “You seem to have changed, you’ve become rounder.”
"Huh? I've gained weight?"
“No,” Xue Lu explained, “You used to be very sharp, like a knife. Now you’re like a piece of jade. When you first touch it, it’s cool, but as you hold it, it becomes soft, warm, and lustrous.”
Song Qinggui pondered Xue Lu's assessment of her. She thought he was right. For many years, she had dedicated herself to attacking the entire world, including herself—a self-defense mechanism. As long as she was fierce enough, she wouldn't get hurt. It was Xue Lu who made her temper her sharp edges, reconcile with the world, and find greater self-consistency.
"Qinggui, I like you this way." Xue Lu said earnestly, "You make me feel that we will be together forever, until the end of time."
Song Qinggui put his arm around Xue Lu's neck: "Back in college, I always thought you weren't very emotionally intelligent. You always spoke to me with a sharp edge. How come you've become so good at sweet talk now?"
"How could I not be sarcastic when I was talking back then? You ran off with another man, and you did it twice. You didn't even look back. If I didn't try to make my presence felt by being emotional, you would have completely forgotten about me," Xue Lu retorted.
Song Qinggui's gaze deepened, and she placed a kiss on his cheek: "No matter how far I run, I can never escape your grasp."
Xue Lu's eyes also darkened. In front of her, he was still easily aroused. A moment's gaze plus a light kiss was enough to ignite his desire.
“I want you,” Xue Lu said honestly.
Song Qinggui had grown accustomed to this frankness and had begun to enjoy the man's honesty: "Okay."
Another enchanting night, but Xue Lu did not indulge himself tonight, which made Song Qinggui's experience even more wonderful.
A moderately accelerated heartbeat, waves of pleasure flowing through the body yet not out of control, Xue Lu's gentle breathing, and his moist eyes—everything about tonight was just right.
"What are you thinking about?" Xue Lu reached out and smoothed her slightly disheveled temples, which were damp with fine sweat.
"I'm thinking... I might find it hard to leave you." Song Qinggui looked at the man in front of her who had taught her everything about relationships between men and women, and said earnestly.
Xue Lu's Adam's apple bobbed, a sign that his desire was rising again.
But he restrained himself. He could sense Song Qinggui's contentment at that moment. The more she clung to him, the greater his pleasure would be, but not hers. Men and women are different beings; a woman's feelings about the soul always surpass those about the body. This was why Song Qinggui made Xue Lu feel both joy and desolation at different times.
Song Qinggui loved him out of a spiritual affinity, which brought him joy. However, Song Qinggui did not covet his body and always exercised rational restraint in matters of passion, which left him feeling desolate.
This gives rise to worry and fear.
"How about we have our wedding next year?" Xue Lu asked in a hoarse voice, as if making a request.
Song Qinggui was taken aback at first, then remembered that he had promised Xue Lu that he would agree to the wedding and honeymoon, so he replied, "Okay."
Xue Lu noticed a fleeting hesitation in her eyes: "You don't want to do it?"
Song Qinggui denied it: "No, I just find it troublesome. I attended Yan Fengqian's wedding reception a few days ago, and I felt..."
Before she could finish speaking, Xue Lu kissed her lips hard: "Don't mention Yan Fengqian. You know I don't like him."
"I understand," Song Qinggui said with a smile.
This is what Xue Lu always felt was "insufficient" about Song Qinggui.
He was eager, but her responses always carried a sense of accommodation towards him.
“Song Qinggui, I am an ordinary and worldly man.” Xue Lu reached out and stroked her face. “I need a wedding.”
Song Qinggui looked back into his eyes and thought to himself that Xue Lu was no ordinary person. Many men had their brains in their lower bodies and viewed marriage as a shackle. In today's society, Xue Lu's attitude towards love and marriage was already extraordinary.
This time, Xue Lu failed to see through Song Qinggui's inner thoughts. He continued, "To love someone, you need a proper title and status. You have to give me a title and status."
Song Qinggui was moved and leaned in to kiss him. The kiss was extremely gentle and patient, and therefore lingered.
A warmth spread from Xue Lu's heart to his entire body. This was good enough. Song Qinggui was willing to kiss him like this, which was already very, very good.
...
Early on New Year's Eve, Song Qinggui went to Jingtian Hospital to make simple arrangements for the duty shifts, then got into Xue Lu's car parked at the hospital gate, and the two went back to the Xue family's old house together.
When Song Qinggui left the hospital, it had already started snowing in Lancheng. By the time he drove onto the coastal highway, the snow was already as heavy as goose feathers.
Song Qinggui sighed, "With this weather... I'm afraid we'll have to stay at the old house today."
“It’s not like there aren’t rooms for us in the old house,” Xue Lu laughed.
Song Qinggui pursed his lips: "I get a headache just thinking about the third branch of the family, especially during the New Year..."
Xue Lu's smile deepened. The Song Qinggui of the past would never have spoken of his family members in this way. The fact that she was saying this now meant that she truly considered him one of her own.
“Let’s stay at Cihangzhai,” Xue said. “I have a bedroom at Ms. Wen’s place. I’ve lived there for many years. It’s small, but very cozy.”
"Are you just going to send me there all of a sudden? Don't you have any secrets you need to keep?"
"What secret could there be?"
"Things like youthful romance." Song Qinggui said with a rare wit.
Xue Lu also got playful: "If I did, would you be jealous?"
“There will be a little,” Song Qinggui said frankly, “but I won’t let you see it.”
Xue Lu smiled; that was typical of her.
The two arrived at the Xue family's old house early. Xue Qielu sat in the tea room and chatted with the young couple for a few minutes before suddenly changing the subject: "You two go to Cihangzhai for lunch today and have a meal with your aunt. Spend the afternoon with her too. It's almost Chinese New Year, so don't let her place be too deserted."
Seeing the unspeakable regret in his father's expression, Xue Lu nodded: "Yes."
The Xue family's old residence is a courtyard-style building. Cihangzhai is located in a remote area. Xue Lü and Song Qinggui walked along the long corridor, enjoying the snowy scenery as they went.
“Dad seems to be mentioning Ms. Wen more often lately.” Song Qinggui also noticed Xue Qielu’s change.
Xue Lu tightened his grip on Song Qinggui's hand: "My father was a very good businessman and a good father, but as a husband, he was really not qualified. Ms. Wen is more than a match for my father in terms of family background, appearance, and skills. He didn't admit it when he was young, but now that he does, it's too late."
Song Qinggui recalled the political and business dinner a while ago, which was orchestrated by Wen Shuangjing. She had been living in seclusion at Cihangzhai for many years, and it was truly remarkable that she could still have such influence in Lancheng after emerging from seclusion.
"Why aren't you saying anything?" Xue Lu asked.
“I’m thinking, I can’t afford to offend you.” Song Qinggui laughed: “Ms. Wen is not like Mrs. Yan. If I hurt your feelings, wouldn’t Ms. Wen skin me alive?”
"You're hurting me right now." Xue Lu feigned indignation: "How many times have I told you, I don't like you mentioning Yan Fengqian."
"Not even mentioning Yan Fengqian's mother is allowed?"
"no."
"You can't even speak ill of her?"
"no."
"overbearing!"
When Song Qinggui uttered those two words, the two had already walked out of the corridor and arrived at the archway of Cihangzhai. Xue Lu suddenly stopped, pulled Song Qinggui into his arms, and kissed her with a slightly forceful lowering of his head.
Because it was sudden, Song Qinggui instinctively tried to push him away, but Xue Lu's chest was too hard, and it was no use.
Fortunately, Xue Lu didn't linger for too long. After the kiss ended, Song Qinggui looked at him with some annoyance: "This is Cihangzhai! What if Ms. Wen and Fang Yali see this!"
"What do you mean, 'what to do'? We're legally married."
“You…” Because of the cold weather, Song Qinggui’s face looked even paler than usual. At this moment, shyness crept onto her cheeks, and the blush was made even more obvious.
Looking at the snowflakes clinging to her hair and eyelashes, and the blush on her face, Xue Lu recalled a popular line of classical poetry and couldn't help but say, "To share the snow with you is to grow old together."
Song Qinggui was taken aback for a moment, then took his hand and continued walking forward: "It doesn't count."
"Um?"
"Soaking in the snow is soaking in the snow. We'll grow old together, we don't need the weather to help us."
Xue Lu felt warm, but still stubbornly said, "What a cheesy love confession."
Song Qinggui declared confidently, "I am a hard-working science student."
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