Chapter 205 The Jade Cong is Noble and Graceful
Qingyang, the old house.
Outside the carved mahogany window, snowflakes fell softly, turning the courtyard into an endless expanse of white. A cold wind howled, and thick snow fell from the plum blossom branches.
Inside, however, it was warm and cozy. Pine wood crackled and burned in the fireplace, and the leaping flames illuminated his deep and handsome face.
"Have you hugged enough?"
Zhou Yanchuan spoke calmly.
Zhou Qiyong was playing with a plush rattle on the baby in his arms, and upon hearing this, he didn't even lift his head.
"Don't pretend you can't hear me."
"..."
Wen Jiu tugged at Zhou Yanchuan's clothes and said in a low voice, "Just let Grandpa hold you a little longer."
He looked down at her, didn't reply, but said softly, "Aren't you tired? Go back and lie down."
"No, the guests will be here soon."
"If I came here, I wouldn't be here."
The old man, who had been silent until now, looked up and said, "Go and rest. Those people will be here for a while."
Zhou Yanchuan glanced at him, his eyes seeming to say, "Finally, you've said something that's pleasing to the ear."
*
The bedroom was bathed in soft light from the snow, and a pale purple dress hung on a clothes rack nearby.
Zhou Yanchuan looked at the person who had fallen asleep soon after lying on the bed, his eyes filled with tenderness and heartache.
It's been over three months, and my complexion has finally improved a bit, but I'm still weak and prone to getting sick.
I had just recovered from a cough, but as soon as the weather turned cold, I developed a fever again.
With Zhou Qiyong below, Zhou Yanchuan didn't rush down. Instead, he sat on a chair by the bed, staring intently at the person sleeping on the bed.
Wen Jiu was very sleepy, but she wasn't sleeping soundly. She woke up in a daze when she heard noises downstairs.
The moment I opened my eyes, I met a pair of deep, dark eyes.
Her eyes were unfocused. "Zhou Yanchuan?"
Seeing that she was awake, Zhou Yanchuan reached out and touched her forehead: "Why did you wake up after sleeping for so long? Does your head hurt again?"
"No," Wen Jiu propped herself up and sat up, "Why weren't you downstairs entertaining the guests?"
"Let's go later, no rush."
As he spoke, he picked up a glass of water from the bedside table: "It's still warm. Drink some to soothe my throat; it's made me hoarse."
Wen Jiu reached out and took it.
Her throat hurts even when she swallows saliva, so she can only drink water in small sips.
Zhou Yanchuan's gaze lingered on those pink lips.
Compared to before, she really doesn't avoid him at all now. She sits up wrapped up in the blanket, completely naked.
When the tea was empty, Wen Jiu raised her hand and placed it on the bedside table.
Just as she was about to lift the covers, get dressed, and get out of bed, a tall figure knelt on one knee beside the bed and pressed down on her.
His dark eyes were fixed on her, his gaze intense.
Wen Jiu knew that look in his eyes all too well.
She raised her hand to cover her lips.
"I have a fever, it's contagious."
Zhou Yanchuan leaned down a little more, his forehead touching hers: "A kiss is nothing."
Wen Jiu saw herself reflected in his eyes, and her eyelashes trembled slightly.
Before she could react, he kissed the back of her hand.
Her fingertips trembled.
Zhou Yanchuan raised one hand and gripped the back of her neck.
*
Today is the baby's 100-day celebration. The old man had already been hosting guests a few days ago, and today he is hosting a family banquet to invite his closest relatives and friends.
He tells everyone he meets that he has a great-granddaughter.
A little doll, exquisitely carved and beautiful.
Wen Jiu's delivery date was several days earlier than her due date, and the old man was unable to arrive in Beicheng that day.
He arrived at the hospital at noon the next day.
Seeing Zhou Yanchuan's tearful face, she thought something had happened and almost stumbled.
Afterwards, I learned that he was heartbroken, and I smiled helplessly, standing there muttering several times, "As long as mother and daughter are safe, that's all that matters."
Zhou Yanchuan still harbored resentment towards him because of their past separation, and he only truly resolved that grudge after having a child.
When Wen Jiu got up in the middle of the night, she noticed that the light in the baby's room was still on. She thought that the baby might be hungry and the nannies were feeding her.
She wanted to see it too, so she tiptoed over.
He was slightly stunned the moment he pushed open the door.
Several nannies looking after the baby stood quietly in the corner, their eyes anxiously fixed on the elderly man sitting next to the baby stroller.
Wen Jiu never expected that the old man would stay up in the middle of the night to come and see the child.
He looked at the little one in the swaddling clothes with loving eyes, his wrinkles full of smiles, and he would occasionally whisper a few words, his tone revealing his affection.
"This child's eyes are like her father's, and her nose and mouth are just like Xiao Jiu's, so delicate."
Wen Jiu stared blankly at the scene inside the room, and after an unknown amount of time, she gently closed the door from the outside.
As she turned to leave, a familiar figure caught her eye—Zhou Yanchuan, who had just returned from the company.
Before he spoke, Wen Jiu put her fingertips to her lips, making a shushing gesture.
"Asleep?" Zhou Yanchuan walked over, kissed her lips, and asked softly.
Wen Jiu shook her head and moved closer to him: "Grandpa is inside."
Zhou Yanchuan's gaze shifted slightly. He glanced at the door, then raised his hand and pushed it back a little.
As he pushed the door open again, he happened to meet the old man's raised gaze.
Their eyes met, and both felt somewhat awkward.
Zhou Qiyong stood up from his chair and, as he walked up to them, said in a hard voice, "I just came to take a look."
Wen Jiu smiled gently at him.
"It's alright, you see."
Zhou Yanchuan responded with a curt "Mm."
After the old man left, Wen Jiu looked at his somewhat unsteady figure and whispered to the person beside her, "You should take Xiao Xi to visit Grandpa more often in the future."
Before Zhou Yanchuan could say anything, she spoke first, her tone serious: "Zhou Yanchuan, Grandpa is already eighty-four years old."
Some things should be let go.
Since then, the relationship between the grandfather and grandson has improved somewhat, but perhaps because they have argued so much over the years, they always end up bickering after just a few words.
*
The baby's full name is Zhou Congyi, a name chosen by the old man. Congyu means noble and elegant.
My nickname is Xiao Xi. The reason I was called Xiao Xi is because a magpie was chirping outside the day after I was born.
Li Yue said it was fortunate that the old man named the child, otherwise she didn't dare to imagine what the two of them would have given the child.
Wen Jiu returned to work shortly after giving birth, and Xiao Xi was mostly cared for by her nanny.
At first, Wen Jiu was worried that she wouldn't be close to her, but every time she returned home, the little one, who was originally quiet in her aunt's arms, would start whimpering.
And she was fine as soon as she hugged him.
The aunt said from the side, "Our Xibao misses her mother."
Wen Jiu smiled and pulled her onto his lap, sitting on the sofa to tease her.
Little Xi just babbles and smiles at her.
Whenever this happens, Zhou Yanchuan would say, "How come you look exactly the same?"
"What?"
"Are you stupid?"
Wen Jiu kicked him with her leg.
He smiled and pulled her into his arms, kissing her lips: "How could my wife be silly? She's the smartest."
Wen Jiu felt that these words didn't sound like nice things.
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