Chapter 111 Never Fed
When Xie Jinglan asked this question, his Adam's apple rolled unconsciously, and his eyes were fixed on his son's little face.
The little guy thinks the pronunciation of these two words is too simple.
He raised his tender little face, looked at the tall man in front of him, and saw that his eyes were almost overflowing with expectation. He nodded without hesitation and said, "Yes!"
Xie Jinglan's heart seemed to be hit by something gently, and it softened completely, but his mouth remained stern.
"Then call out and let's hear it."
Little Xibao barely thought about it, blurting out two crisp words, "Dad—Dad!"
The man's whole body stiffened suddenly, as if a scalding warm current instantly broke through all his defenses and hit the softest part of his heart.
The serious expression he had just tried so hard to maintain disappeared in an instant, and deep in his eyes, he couldn't help but feel moved and ecstatic.
He suddenly lifted the little guy down from the railing, hugged him tightly in his arms, rubbed his chin gently against his son's soft hair, and responded in a low and deep voice,
"Yeah! Xibao's voice is really nice."
Wen Ning was supported by Nanny Zhou and walked out of the old lady's room, still thinking carefully about her birthday.
When I looked up, I saw two figures, one big and one small, standing very close to each other in the corridor, with their heads put together, as if they were whispering something.
The warm sunlight fell on their shoulders, outlining a sense of tranquility and harmony.
Before she could think about it, Xie Jinglan had already seen her.
The man immediately picked up Xi Bao, who was muttering to himself, with one hand and strode forward.
A pair of phoenix eyes quickly scanned her face, "Are you okay?"
Wen Ning felt a little embarrassed because Nanny Zhou was still nearby. She shook her head slightly and said, "Old Madam is so kind. She just explained the birthday preparations to me in detail and asked me to help out and learn as much as possible."
Upon hearing this, Xie Jinglan immediately understood what his grandmother meant.
He handed the little ball in his arms to Madam Zhou with a calm expression and said in a calm voice, "Take it back to the old lady's room."
Nanny Zhou agreed with a smile, took Xibao and went to the old lady's room.
Seeing this, Wen Ning hurriedly said, "Xibao has troubled the old lady to look after her for two days. Let's leave her alone for a while. Let's... take Xibao back to Tingsong Courtyard."
Xie Jinglan didn't respond to her, but suddenly leaned over, put his arms around her and picked her up without saying a word.
Wen Ning screamed in surprise and subconsciously hugged his neck tightly.
Her cheeks instantly became incredibly hot, and she whispered in a low voice, feeling embarrassed and anxious: "Put me down! Put me down! The old lady and the nanny can see it!"
The man looked down at her, a smile on his lips, then turned and walked out of the yard with steady steps.
As they walked, he leaned close to her ear and whispered, "Of course Tingsongyuan will return, but let Grandma cherish him for a few more days. These days... I don't want to divide your attention with him."
The implication in the man's words was blatant and overbearing. Wen Ning was stunned for a moment before she reacted. Suddenly, even her neck turned pink with shame. She no longer dared to look at the people around her and could only bury her hot cheeks deeply in his shoulder.
The old lady looked through the door curtain and saw that her grandson looked just like a young boy who had just started eating meat and was insatiable. Where was his usual cold and majestic appearance?
Unable to hold back her laughter, she burst out laughing, shaking her head and whispering to Nanny Zhou beside her, "Look at how little he's accomplished! He's been chasing me for over two years, and I don't know what he was doing before. It's as if he only really started having sex yesterday!"
Nanny Zhou also laughed, "What the old lady said is true, but Miss Wen always had some concerns in her heart before, and even after entering the mansion, she never really broke the window paper. Now that the Marquis is so caring, I'm sure the girl's worries will slowly unravel."
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That night, in the study of Tingsongyuan.
A large ebony desk seemed to divide the world into two parts.
On one side, Xie Jinglan, dressed in casual clothes, with a serious look on his face, was reviewing urgent military reports sent from the border.
On the other side of the desk, several thick stacks of previous years' regulations, menus, guest lists and gift lists were spread out. The stacked papers almost buried Wen Ning's slender body.
She bent her head over the desk, her expression focused, one hand pressing down the paper, the other holding a thin brush, occasionally jotting down key points on the plain paper beside her.
At the beginning of the hour of Hai, Xie Jinglan put down his wolf-hair brush, rubbed his brows which were slightly swollen from reviewing documents for a long time, and looked to the other side of the desk.
I saw that the little guy, who should have been resting well at this moment, was buried in the mountain of old files.
His heart suddenly softened, and he felt a deep sense of pity. The coldness and sternness he had when handling military affairs just now disappeared in an instant.
The man stood up, walked over lightly, leaned over and without saying a word, picked her up from the armchair, sat down himself, and placed her on his lap, holding her in his arms.
"Why are you still reading this?" He gently rubbed his chin against her soft hair. "I'm not feeling well today. Can't you read these trivial things another day?"
Wen Ning fell into his warm and solid embrace, her nose instantly filled with his fresh scent, and her cheeks felt slightly hot.
"The old lady's birthday is only half a month away. When to celebrate, when to hold the banquet, as well as the relationships between the guests, their official titles, and the seating arrangements, all must be meticulously planned. And the gift lists are of paramount importance. Who sends what gift, and how should the Marquisate return the gift? The delicate balance of these interactions is a science I've never encountered before..."
The more she spoke, the tighter her frown grew, as if the burden on her shoulders had grown heavier. "The old lady trusted me with such an important matter, and I...how could I just be so lazy as to neglect it? I must carefully read and memorize all of this, only then can I feel at ease."
After Xie Jinglan heard what she said, the heartache he felt for her tiredness was suddenly mixed with other thoughts.
He curled his lips into a smile, and caressed her delicate neck with his fingertips, with a hint of dangerous temptation:
"It seems that my Ning'er... still has plenty of energy..."
Wen Ning was frightened by the undisguised desire in his words and the suddenly deep eyes. All the sore and powerless memories of last night came back to her in an instant, making her feel scared and she subconsciously shrank back.
"My Lord... no, not last night..." Her voice was filled with panic and crying. She put her hand on his chest, trying to remind him of last night's 'atrocity'.
Xie Jinglan easily suppressed her weak resistance, tightened his arms around her, leaned over and pressed his lips to her incredibly hot earlobe, and his hot breath, carrying those overbearing and lingering love words, pounded heavily into her heart.
"Last night was last night, Ning'er... When have you ever truly fed me enough?"
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