Chapter 142
The moment the dark purple velvet gift box is opened, warm emerald color pours out.
The icy jade bracelet exudes a bright luster, the lotus patterns carved on the bracelet are lifelike, and even the gold embellishments on the stamens are luxurious.
Mu Qingxuan's wrist was held by Ni Ruolan's warm hand, and the bracelet was put on her slender wrist with irresistible force.
"Look!"
Ni Ruolan's fingertips gently stroked the edge of the bracelet, and her fingers painted with bean paste-colored nail polish trembled slightly.
"This water head and Qingxuan's skin color are a perfect match!"
She looked him up and down, her dimples at the corners of her mouth filled with smiles.
Mu Qingxuan looked at the glittering jadeite on her wrist, her fingertips touched the cold jade, and her throat tightened: "Aunt, this is too expensive..."
Before she finished her words, Ni Ruolan had already held down her hand as she was about to take off the bracelet, and the warmth from her palm came through the bracelet.
"Silly girl! This is the gift I gave you. Don't feel any psychological burden."
Ni Ruolan paused, worried that Mu Qingxuan would think that she was forcing her to return to her ancestral roots, and immediately added:
"Take it as a reward for curing my father, Qingxuan."
Her voice suddenly choked, she blinked, forced back the moisture in her eyes, and said in a tough tone: "Anyway, you are not allowed to refuse!"
Mu Qingxuan lowered her eyes and stared at the jade on her wrist. The lotus pattern reflected her red eyes.
Huo Changfeng chuckled and brought her to him unnoticed: "Then I will thank Auntie on behalf of Qingxuan."
The banquet ended in laughter and joy.
Ni Yeping and Ni Ruolan also kept their promise and never took the initiative to urge Mu Qingxuan to make a decision in the days that followed.
But at the same time, the two of them never gave up on being nice to Mu Qingxuan.
There was a constant flow of small gifts.
They are all handmade and not expensive. They are a token of appreciation, so Mu Qingxuan couldn't find a reason to refuse.
Despite this, Ni Yeping still felt it was not enough, so he specially bought a house in the compound and came to the Huo family every day to chat and take a walk with Old Mrs. Huo and Yao Jinglan.
Even the neighbors were curious about when the Ni family and the Huo family became so close.
That evening.
The moonlight outside the floor-to-ceiling window was like water, flowing into the bedroom along the carved window lattices.
Mu Qingxuan leaned against the soft velvet pillows, the shoulder straps of her silk nightgown accidentally slipped off, revealing half of her fair shoulders.
Huo Changfeng knelt beside the bed, his bony fingers pressing gently along the curve of her calves with just the right amount of force, gradually dispelling the soreness and swelling caused by pregnancy.
The wall lamp at the head of the bed emitted a warm yellow glow, dyeing the newspaper in Mu Qingxuan's hand into a honey color.
The lead type flickered in front of her eyes, but after looking at it for a long time, her eyes were still fixed on the corner of the third page, and she couldn't even read the title.
There seemed to be a ball of cotton in my throat, and the emotions that I wanted to say but couldn't were churning up and finally turned into a very light sigh.
"Changfeng..." She finally spoke, her voice a little hoarse at the end.
Huo Changfeng paused slightly, and when he looked up at her, his deep eyes were filled with warmth.
His thumb unconsciously rubbed the skin of her ankle and he asked softly, "What's wrong?"
Mu Qingxuan threw the newspaper aside casually, her fingers twisting the corner of the quilt turning pale: "About the Ni family..."
Before he finished speaking, the sound dissipated into the air.
Huo Changfeng understood immediately.
He leaned over and held her in his arms. The rustling sound of the soft fabric of her pajamas was mixed with a faint scent of cedar perfume.
"If you haven't made up your mind yet, don't worry."
His chin rested on the top of her head, and his chest vibrated slightly when he spoke: "No one will force you."
Mu Qingxuan shook her head, her eyelashes casting fine shadows under her eyes.
"In fact, these days, they are so good to me," she bit her lower lip, her voice trembling, "I have seen it all. But if I really agree to return to my ancestral home, I always feel like I am betraying the kindness of my grandparents who raised me for so many years."
Her fingertips unconsciously tugged at Huo Changfeng's clothes on his chest: "But if I don't agree, it would seem like I'm deliberately trying to keep people's good intentions..."
Huo Changfeng tightened his arms distressedly and wrapped her whole body in his arms.
"Xuanxuan," he said in a low and gentle voice, "Do you remember that when the old director didn't know about your blood relationship, he was very kind to you?"
"He treats you well not because of a simple blood relationship, but because he likes you from the bottom of his heart."
He gently brushed away the strands of hair on her forehead and said, "And Grandma Yao, the friendship between you two will never be erased just because you have another family member."
"From what I know about grandma, she must be pretending to complain but she is happy for you in her heart."
Mu Qingxuan leaned on his solid chest, listening to his steady and powerful heartbeat, and her tense nerves gradually relaxed.
Mu Qingxuan bit her lip and had to admit that what Huo Changfeng said made sense.
Her originally nervous mood was instantly relieved a lot.
Huo Changfeng lifted her face and gently brushed her red eyes with his fingertips: "I'm very happy."
"Why?"
Mu Qingxuan raised her head, with mist still condensing on her eyelashes.
"Because there are so many people in this world who love you."
Huo Changfeng's voice seemed to be wrapped in moonlight, and his eyes were filled with tenderness.
Mu Qingxuan felt a sore nose and suddenly leaned closer, kissing him lightly on the corner of his mouth.
Then she wrapped her arms around his neck and buried her face in the warmth of his shoulder.
The moonlight shines through the gauze curtains onto the bed, making the figures of the two people soft and hazy.
Huo Changfeng's palm stopped at Mu Qingxuan's slightly bulging belly. The warmth from his palm penetrated through the silk nightgown, as if he could touch the rhythm of life.
He lowered his eyes to look at his wife's face, which was glowing softly, and frowned unconsciously: "Xuanxuan, feel your belly, it's getting bigger, is it time to take maternity leave?"
"This month is getting bigger and bigger, and I'm really worried."
Mu Qingxuan rubbed her cheek into his arms, and the jasmine scent from her hair lingered around her nose.
She reached out and placed her hand on the back of her husband's hand, feeling the thin calluses on his fingertips.
"Can you wait another month? This semester's classes are coming to an end and the students are preparing for their final exams. I'm afraid my vacation now will affect them."
She looked up, with a pleading smile at the corners of her eyes: "Besides, the office is on the second floor of the teaching building. I don't have to climb too many stairs. It's really not tiring."
Such moderate exercise is actually good for her body.
Huo Changfeng's thumb unconsciously drew circles on her abdomen, and countless images flashed through his mind.
"But the doctor said your placenta is located low..."
There was a thick layer of worry in his voice, and his Adam's apple rolled as he swallowed back the unspoken dissuasion.
Mu Qingxuan turned around and reached out to smooth his frowning brows: "Look, you personally pick me up and drop me off at get off work every day, and even Wang Ma brings me meals. I don't have to worry about it myself. Even my colleagues in the office laugh at me for being spoiled by 'Captain Huo' like a porcelain doll."
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