Chapter 197 Not only did she get married, she also had a baby.
Zhou Yanchuan held the person in his arms tightly and gently wiped away her tears, "It doesn't hurt anymore, it hasn't hurt for a long time."
Wen Jiu didn't say anything, but kept crying.
"You're really made of water now," he said, gently pinching her nose, his eyes filled with both heartache and complicated emotions.
From the moment she found out she was pregnant, and then Qin You got injured, she never had a day without feeling wronged.
*
Wen Jiu fell asleep again an hour after Zhou Yanchuan returned. At first, she couldn't sleep and just lay in bed watching him.
He said that I would hold him and sleep for a while, and I was able to barely fall asleep in his arms.
But Zhou Yanchuan couldn't fall asleep while holding her. His chest felt like it was filled with countless pebbles, making him feel both painful and full.
He knew of the suffering she endured when she almost lost her child, how her face turned pale with pain, and how her clothes were soaked with cold sweat time and time again.
*
When Wen Jiu woke up again, it was raining outside the window.
The room was quiet except for the sound of rain.
The empty bed beside her was still warm. After a while, she propped herself up and sat up.
The sky outside was overcast, but a warm yellow light was on inside. After getting up, Wen Jiu's gaze fell on a corner of the windowsill.
The place used to be empty, but now there are several pots of blooming flowers.
As soon as Zhou Yanchuan opened the door, he saw a person standing by the window arranging flowers, the light illuminating her gentle features.
He walked over and wrapped his arms around her waist from behind.
Wen Jiu knew it was him as soon as the door opened. She didn't speak, and neither did he. They just leaned against each other in the quiet room.
Then she turned her head and took the initiative to kiss his lips.
The moment their lips touched, they both trembled slightly.
That day they stood by the misty window and kissed for a long time.
*
Wen Jiu stayed in her room for almost a week before she regained some strength. Recently, a new tenant moved into the courtyard, a girl around twenty years old with short hair and a cool style, carrying a guitar.
He was very persistent in pursuing her, saying that he had heard her sing before and really liked it, and wanted to hear her sing again sometime.
Wen Jiu felt that this request couldn't be simpler. It was raining that day and she couldn't go out, so she held Xiao Xiao and sat under the pavilion, humming a song to people.
Sorrow arises when rain falls from the sky.
I remembered crossing the bridge with an umbrella.
I keep thinking of you as we part.
...
The rain outside the pavilion was damp and lingering. Under the pavilion, a woman wore a light blue cheongsam with a fluffy shawl draped over her shoulders, like snowflakes covering her shoulders, soft and cool.
She sat on the pearwood chair, gently stroking the calico cat in her arms, and a melodious singing voice flowed from her throat.
The girl next to him picked up a guitar.
The people in the courtyard, gazing at the scene in the pavilion, felt that everything was elegant and slow-paced, as if time itself had been stretched out, flowing gently through a picturesque scene.
Aunt Lin was so engrossed in listening that she forgot to hand over the medicine. Standing under the eaves, she exclaimed, "Madam, you sing so beautifully! How can your voice be so delicate?"
Zhou Yanchuan smiled, his eyes gentle, unwilling to look away from her for even a moment.
After the song was finished, he took the medicine from Aunt Lin's hand.
The girl praised her singing as beautiful as ever.
Wen Jiu smiled faintly and said politely, "Thank you."
Xie Qingluo glanced at the person playing with the cat beside her, thought for a moment, and then asked, "Sister, do you have a boyfriend?"
Wen Jiu was taken aback and was about to answer when Zhou Yanchuan walked over and said casually, "I don't have a boyfriend."
She then added slowly, "But she has a husband."
The girl's expression shifted repeatedly, and for a moment she forgot who he was, just staring at him with a long face: "Sister, you're married?"
Wen Jiu paused for two seconds at the girl's reaction, then nodded: "Mm."
"Why are you married?"
"What?" She hadn't quite figured out why the person was speaking in such a dramatic tone.
Just then, the person who was helping her mix the medicine casually remarked, "Not only is she married, she also has a baby."
At this point, the little girl seemed to finally realize something was wrong, and looked at Zhou Yanchuan warily: "How do you know so much?"
Zhou Yanchuan raised his eyes and smiled, "Because she's carrying my child."
*
Seeing the person run away with red eyes, Wen Jiu finally realized what was happening and looked up at Zhou Yanchuan: "Why were you teasing that little girl?"
"His eyes are practically glued to you, can't I even say a few words?"
"It's not that exaggerated."
"Mrs. Zhou probably doesn't know how charming she is."
"What's so charming about it?"
"An attractive charm".
Wen Jiu was taken aback, then he added, "Especially attractive to me."
Her face suddenly flushed: "You're being indecent."
Zhou Yanchuan smiled, picked up the medicine on the table, scooped up a spoonful, and brought it to her lips.
Wen Jiu frowned.
He coaxed gently, "This is the last time you'll drink it. You don't need to tomorrow."
"Don't lie to me."
"I'm not lying."
Wen Jiu didn't let him feed her. She held the bowl herself, tilted her head back, and drank it all in one gulp, her face contorted in pain.
But before the bitter taste could spread between her lips and teeth, Zhou Yanchuan popped a sweet apricot into her mouth.
Then came the next day.
"This is the last time."
"..."
Wen Jiu looked at the last bit of dark brown medicine left at the bottom of the bowl, tilted her head back and held it on her tongue. The bitterness spread instantly, but she didn't swallow it. Instead, she raised her face and looked at the man beside her.
As he handed her the sweet fruit, her fingertips gently hooked his collar and pulled it down. Before he could react, her soft lips pressed against his, and she used her tongue to slowly transfer the medicine into his mouth.
The moment Zhou Yanchuan tasted the bitterness and his brows furrowed, Wen Jiu couldn't hide the smile in her eyes as she pressed her lips to his, "Is it good?"
Zhou Yanchuan's gaze was a little dazed, but he quickly came to his senses, a smile spreading in his eyes. He raised his hand to hug her and lowered his head to kiss her again.
How could it not taste good?
Ever since Wen Jiu made him drink that medicine, he seemed to enjoy it and wanted to have a sip every day.
*
Days passed by, and they welcomed their first New Year here.
Two days before the Lunar New Year, Li Yue arrived, along with Chen Yu and Shen Sinian.
The arrival of these three people made the courtyard lively.
On the 29th, the group started making dumplings, with the men doing the work as usual.
Wen Jiu took out several aprons from the kitchen and handed one to each person. When it came to Zhou Yanchuan, he bent down, indicating that he wanted her to help him put one on.
"Yo~" Chen Yu said sarcastically from the other end.
Zhou Yanchuan laughed and kicked him.
Wen Jiu smiled as she watched the two playfully bickering.
Once the initial preparations are complete, it's time to move on to the "packaging" stage.
Before returning to her hometown, Aunt Lin specifically taught them how to make dumplings.
But Lin Meng still looked at the several distinguished and handsome men at the dining table with a worried expression: "Are they really okay with this?"
Just as Wen Jiu was about to say "okay," she heard Chen Yu say, "Why are these dumplings still spitting out?"
"..."
She pursed her lips, and what came out of her mouth was: "It should be possible."
At that moment, Chen Si Nian's voice rang out: "Why can't my skin close up?"
After hearing this, Wen Jiu silently added another "okay".
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