Chapter 121
The newlyweds went to their bridal chamber to rest, leaving Xing Tong speechless at the sight of all the guests in the banquet hall. She could only subtly tell them to hurry up and eat, and then leave.
The two scoundrels only heard Xing Tong say "rest," completely forgetting the instructions given during rehearsals. There's no need to be so perfect in everything. At least Feng Ran already felt very happy today. The guests aren't starving; they can eat on their own if they're hungry. Why do they have to wait for them to offer that toast? Don't they know that Shen Shiqian is pregnant and can't drink too much alcohol?
Feng Ran collapsed onto the bed without changing her clothes or removing her makeup, watching Shen Shiqian curiously touch the various red wedding decorations in the room. It was amazing that she felt a sense of satisfaction even though she hadn't done anything.
She quickly removed the cumbersome veil and heavy updo, and looked at Shen Shiqian: "Aren't you tired?"
Shen Shiqian walked to the bedside and sat down: "Aren't you going to the banquet?"
Feng Ran: "I won't go unless someone urges me."
But here the sky is vast, the earth is wide, and the wind is strong. Afu and Xingtong have already urged each other to finish the wedding process. Now that the wedding is over, it's just a banquet and a meal. They can eat and drink in private, so what's there to urge them to finish?
That means you're not going.
Shen Shiqian took the veil she had taken off and put it aside, looking at her with exceptionally bright eyes: "Ranran, I love you."
Like the warm sunshine of midsummer spreading gently throughout the room, it soothes the soul.
The sentence sounded the same as usual, but it was also very different. Feng Ran couldn't figure out exactly what was different. She just felt like she was about to float away. She rolled into Chen Shiqian's arms and laughed radiantly.
"Yes, I love you too."
The star that illuminates my darkness.
It is said that hate lasts longer than love, but Feng Ran now feels that this is not the case. If hate is not born of love, it would have collapsed and become chaotic in memory long ago, and would not even be deliberately mentioned over a long period of time. In the end, what truly lasts is the obsession that is hard to let go of.
A single thought of love or hate can cause one to rise and the other to fall.
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As soon as July ended, Shen Shiqian's belly started to show. The two of them thought about it and went back to Jielan's old house. Feng Ran had originally been looking forward to where they could go for their honeymoon, but as they entered the later stages of pregnancy, Shen Shiqian seemed to be having more and more trouble. It wouldn't be good to go out and show off with such a big belly, so they decided to spend their vacation at the old house instead.
There is a separate courtyard in the mansion where Shen Shiqian's grandfather lived when he was alive. Unlike the magnificent European-style courtyard, the building is a wooden building with bamboo, mountains, and rocks. If the air conditioner is not turned on, this is the coolest place in the entire mansion. Feng Ran moved the room over with great enthusiasm and spent his days idly with Shen Shiqian on the steps under the eaves to cool off.
After her pregnancy became visible, Shen Shiqian liked to touch her belly all the time. One night, when she turned over, the baby in her belly moved, which excited her to death. Feng Ran was shaken awake and stared at her round belly for a long time but did not see the fetal movement she was talking about. In the end, she could only angrily warn the two little ones not to stay up in the middle of the night to seek attention.
Looking at Shen Shiqian's protruding belly, Feng Ran sometimes had all sorts of wild thoughts, such as whether Shen Shiqian would need her help to widen the passageway if he were to give birth, whether he would produce breast milk due to hormonal changes, and whether the gestational sac would be very stimulating and sensitive to the internal organs and other organs.
Thinking too much started to make me dream. I dreamt that Shen Shiqian was holding his belly and fell on her, swaying and bobbing up and down like a ship on the sea that couldn't reach the shore. When I woke up, I didn't feel anything, but I felt like I hadn't had enough.
In fact, the way Feng Ran and Shen Shiqian get along is very random. There is no definite question of who is weaker between them. Rather, it depends on what state they are in at any given moment. For Shen Shiqian, it can be simply divided into two types: a peaceful, calm, and reliable daily work state, and a brooding, tea-loving, feignedly weak, and unsatisfied state.
Feng Ran can analyze different things and reveal even more different attitudes and personalities. When she encounters research she enjoys, her desire to express herself is at its peak, which can be categorized as part of her daily work routine. The two of them get along harmoniously and chat casually like old friends. When she encounters things she's not interested in or finds troublesome, she'll rely on Shen Shiqian. Whether it's acting cute or pretending to cry, as long as it can resolve the situation and be useful, she doesn't care whether she looks weak or not. Shen Shiqian's male chauvinism is satisfied, so he only works harder.
However, this is all relative to Shen Shiqian's usual state. After all, if Shen Shiqian gets carried away, Feng Ran will find it hard to resist. Nine times out of ten, she will be led by the nose by him and then get excited and do a lot of things. Of course, Feng Ran herself will also get excited in her daily life, but her emotional threshold is quite high. She will only be very tempted when she sees a particularly eye-catching outfit, and then subtly kiss Shen Shiqian in her mind and imagine it. She would find it troublesome to take the initiative to do more, so she has always been cooperating with Shen Shiqian's rhythm.
Until Shen Shiqian became pregnant, and as her hormones stabilized, she spent her days sitting in a recliner, reviewing work documents, reading online news, and shopping online for small clothes and toys—comfortable and peaceful. Although she would still chat with Feng Ran and exchange sweet nothings, she wouldn't touch him like before. Feng Ran, on the other hand, felt uncomfortable, thinking it was no different from showing off in front of his subordinates, and the long-forgotten urge to tear him to pieces and cry his eyes out returned.
She wickedly fantasized about the pregnant man's legs, which couldn't close because of his big belly, and how he was discussing buying a handmade pear wood rocking bed for the baby. Feng Ran felt like she was about to have a personality split. On one hand, she despised herself for being too perverted, and on the other hand, she felt depressed and wondered if Shen Shiqian was not wrong.
He definitely did! On their wedding night, he was even worried that Feng Ran might be too tired from the preparations and not want to touch her pregnant husband, so he wore a lace drawstring thong under his black suit pants all day. That thing was thinner than Feng Ran's veil, and when it got wet, it was so tight that it made him rub against the ground when he walked. Feng Ran always felt sorry for her perverted behavior but never changed it. After all, even Shen Shiqian hadn't changed, so why should she?
Afterwards, Xisen, still hungover, came to film Shen Shiqian, only to be sobered up by the shock.
According to the previous scan photos, Lanxing's head was actually closer to the passage, and Zhaoyue was curled up near his neck, snuggling together. If they could have a normal delivery, the two should be siblings.
In just one night, siblings became brothers and sisters.
Xisen was even more shameless, saying bluntly, "Shen Shiqian, your son's head is swollen."
Feng Ran shut himself off, Chen Shiqian withered away—what a painful realization.
So much so that after arriving at the old house, Feng Ran sat on the steps with a portable light in his hand, and talked at length with Xing Tong about some ideas for the private research institute. He would occasionally turn his head to look at Shen Shiqian, while Shen Shiqian sat on a recliner, bought rabbit fur yarn and was learning to knit small socks, radiating a sacred maternal glow.
The two occasionally exchanged glances, sparks flying, and Shen Shiqian shook his head regretfully: "Ranran, no way."
Despicable! They've turned the Heavenly Gang upside down!
All the peaceful and tranquil days are an illusion. Feng Ran casually put the whiteboard aside and stood up: "Then you stay at home, I'm going out for a walk."
Shen Shiqian: "You have to be back before dinner."
Next to the Shen family's old house is a winery. Although it has been neglected and poorly managed, it is indeed Shen Shiqian's family property. The winery has been open for decades. Occasionally, when there are wounded veterans who are homeless after the war, Shen Shiqian will settle them in the winery. However, as he gets older, his work efficiency is not as good as before, and he can't cellar much wine all year round.
Even though it's already the height of summer this year, the grapes are still on the vines and haven't all been harvested.
The old man who manages the winery is called Uncle Shi. When Shen Shiqian stays in Kenpaen and doesn't return to Jelan, he would occasionally stroll over to the old house to check on it, making sure it was properly repaired and maintained. This year, Shen Shiqian has been staying in Jelan for a long time, and the old man is visibly happy, always smiling at everyone he meets.
Feng Ran's walks don't go too far; he basically just strolls around the winery, listens to his uncle chat for a while, watches the workers make wine, and picks a few bunches of grapes to eat as dessert.
The area under the grape trellis was also shady. When Feng Ran came, her uncle brought over a small stool for her and continued telling her stories about Shen Shiqian's childhood.
“When Xiao Qian was a child, he was very mischievous. His father wouldn’t let him destroy things at home, so he would come to the winery and wreak havoc on the grapevines, swinging on the vines. There are many wineries in Jelan, and almost every family has the custom of burying a jar of wine from the year of their child’s birth, which is then dug up and drunk when the child gets married. That year, when Xiao Duo from the Kailar family was born, a jar of wine was also buried in our estate, right by the wall.”
“In winter, the vines were brittle. Xiao Qian was swinging around and pulled down a large clump of grapevines. Afraid that Aunt Zhong would tell his father, he secretly dug up the clump of grapes in the corner. In his vigor, he even smashed Xiao Duo's wine. Then he secretly dug up his own wine and buried it there. Mr. Kailar and the others didn't know, and neither did we. When they moved to Balenbu, they dug up Xiao Qian's wine and took it with them. It wasn't until later, when Xiao Qian came of age, that Madam Shen came to dig up the wine but couldn't find it. His father surrounded him with vines and a group of winemakers, and he finally confessed.”
“But it’s already buried, and his father doesn’t have the nerve to talk to Kailar and ask for the wine back. After all, Xiao Qian has to take full responsibility for Xiao Duo’s wine being gone.”
"Although it's not a big deal now, it's just a pity that you didn't get to drink your own homemade wine at your wedding."
Feng Ran has heard a lot of embarrassing stories about Shen Shiqian's childhood recently. He was so lively as a child that everyone hated him, but after his parents passed away, he chose to shut himself off. It's hard to understand what he was carrying as he moved forward. He was so happy before, so happy that Feng Ran felt envious just by hearing about it.
But she wasn't very good at comforting people with this kind of sadness that only older people have. Holding a blade of grass in her hand, she said, "It's okay, we don't like drinking wine anyway."
Uncle: "That's different. Some parents like to do the brewing and burying of wine themselves, but they are careless and don't seal it properly. When they dig it out, the wine has turned sour. But no one really dislikes it and says to just throw it away. Even if they know it tastes bad, they still taste it. After all, the time buried underground is a memory."
Feng Ran: "Did Shen Shiqian come to bury the wine?"
Uncle: "Ever since he was discovered to have switched Xiaoduo's wine, he hasn't come to the winery much. He feels very guilty when he sees Aunt Zhong and the others. After becoming a marshal, he hardly ever comes home anymore. He didn't have anyone to bring back to bury the wine. It's only this year that he finally brought you back."
Feng Ran: "Is the sunshine really good this year? Will the wine be very sweet?"
Uncle: "It will be very intoxicating."
Feng Ran smiled, his eyes narrowed: "Then I'll bury two jars. I guarantee he'll never find them."
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