Halfway through the exhibition, long queues had formed in front of Gu Mingyue's booth, including distributors interested in joining as well as consumers who had come to see her.
Lu Lin stood quietly in the corner, watching his wife's composed and professional demeanor, his eyes filled with pride.
This expo not only boosted Gu Mingyue's brand awareness in Beijing, but also allowed her original designs and craftsmanship to shine brightly amidst the wave of reform and opening up.
Back home, Gu Mingyue had just finished washing up and sat down when Lu Lin gently embraced her from behind, his warm palms covering her shoulders and neck, kneading her sore muscles with just the right amount of pressure.
"You must be exhausted after standing all day."
Lu Lin's voice was deep and gentle as his fingertips slowly slid down her back, dispelling the fatigue from days of preparing for the exhibition.
Gu Mingyue snuggled closer to him, her nose brushing against his shirt, which still smelled faintly of smoke, and sighed softly, "With your massage, it's all worth it, no matter how tired I am."
The warmth from their fingertips gradually spread, their noses touched, and their breaths mingled.
Gu Mingyue raised her hand and stroked Lu Lin's cheek, her eyes shining with tenderness: "Lu Lin, I want to have another child, preferably a little girl, who will stick to us like a little cotton-padded jacket."
Lu Lin paused, looked down at her serious expression, and his eyes instantly filled with doting affection.
Over the years, he always remembered the hardships she endured during childbirth, but seeing the expectation in her eyes, his heartache ultimately couldn't outweigh his indulgence of her.
He tightened his arms around her, resting his chin on the top of her head, his voice firm yet gentle: "Okay, I'll do as you say. Let's have another little girl, to make a perfect family of four, and then it will be even more lively."
The moonlight shines brightly outside the window, while inside the house, a warm and affectionate atmosphere prevails.
The warmth of fingertips and the soft whispers in the ear blend the tranquility of time and the anticipation of the future into this long night.
(End of article)
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