Chapter 129 Giving Xi Bao a Name
Upon hearing this, Xie Jinglan chuckled and moved even closer.
His fingertips slowly reached into the collar of her clothes, and when he stretched out his hand again, there was a very soft and familiar apricot color hooked between his slender knuckles. It was the one he had taken from her before leaving Beijing last time.
The small dress had long lost its original shape, and was wrinkled by him, with the silk threads slightly loose, and still faintly stained with his fresh scent.
The man fixed his gaze on her, and said confidently, "When I leave the house in the future, I must always bring something with me. If there isn't enough at home, what will my Ning'er... wear?"
Wen Ning looked at the "ravaged" piece of clothing and couldn't imagine what he had done to it in private. She was so embarrassed that she wanted to find a hole to crawl into.
Xie Jinglan, however, pushed the issue further, his fingertips brushing across a small crimson dress embroidered with twigs of crabapple on the table. In a low, seductive voice, he asked, "Ning'er, do you want to... give it a try?"
"No, no need to try!" Wen Ning refused hastily, her ears red as if bleeding.
"good."
Xie Jinglan's smile deepened. He turned around and said to the deacon waiting outside, "I want all of these."
The man asked her to go to the second floor to choose more. Wen Ning looked at the piles of clothes and underwear, her face flushed, and she waved her hands repeatedly, "That's enough, there's really no need for anything else."
Xie Jinglan knew her temper and stopped forcing her.
Instead, he directly ordered the female deacon to pack up six sets of the best and most expensive rouge, powder, hairpins, rings and jewelry in the pavilion and take them away.
After the new box was placed in the carriage, Wen Ning thought that the trip was finally over, but she saw that Xie Jinglan did not order them to return home. Instead, he took out a flat wooden box from a secret compartment in the wall of the carriage.
He opened the wooden box, took out a land deed with fresh ink on it, and handed it to her.
"I bought the herbal medicine shop on the street ahead. Here's the title deed. It will belong to Ning'er from now on."
Wen Ning's eyes widened in shock, and she quickly refused, "How can this be possible! I, I've never run a shop before, this is absolutely not possible..."
Xie Jinglan placed the deed firmly in her hand and said softly, "The shopkeeper, clerk, and accountant are all ready. Ning'er only needs to check the account book every month, or adjust the types of medicinal materials according to your wishes.
I know you've always had a passion for medicine and herbs, and have aspired to pursue this. It was my fault that the female official didn't fulfill her wishes. Now, I'll give you this herbal medicine shop. Ning'er, you can manage it however you choose, whether for profit or to embody charity. My family fortune is more than enough to support all your aspirations and good deeds."
Wen Ning listened to his sincere words, every word soothing the softest part of her heart. A surge of hot heat suddenly surged into her heart, making her nose sore and her eyes red in an instant.
If Xibao had not been blinking her big eyes at this moment, looking curiously at the Marquis and then at her mother, she would almost have been unable to restrain herself and thrown herself into his arms.
When Xie Jinglan saw her red eyes and her charming appearance with sparkling eyes, his heart softened and he thought this was a good opportunity to ask for a "reward".
But the "troublesome" little guy was staring at them with his big black eyes wide open, without blinking.
The man's eyes turned slightly, and a plan came to mind. He lowered his head and said to Xi Bao, "Xi Bao, do you want to ride on a tall horse and enjoy the scenery? You can see far and majestically."
Xibao's eyes lit up when he heard that, and he nodded excitedly: "Yes! Xibao wants to ride a horse!"
As she spoke, she couldn't wait to lean over to the window and shouted in a baby voice towards the back of the carriage: "Brother Qingfeng! I want to ride a horse!"
Qing Feng, who was guarding the carriage, heard the sound and immediately stepped forward with his horse's belly. He leaned forward slightly and asked respectfully, "Master?"
Xie Jinglan responded from inside the carriage: "Well, let him be. Be careful."
"Yes!" Qing Feng took the order, carefully carried the happy young man out of the car window, placed him on the saddle in front of him, wrapped him tightly with a cloak, and then controlled the reins to let the horse walk steadily.
Suddenly there were only two people left in the car.
Xie Jinglan immediately turned to Wen Ning, and the calm and fatherly demeanor he had just had disappeared in an instant.
He moved forward, put his cheek close to hers, and said calmly:
"If Ning'er feels touched, shouldn't you reward me with something?"
Wen Ning looked at his smug look as if his plan had succeeded, feeling both amused and moved. She even put aside her shyness for once, reached out to hold his face, and tilted her head back to cover his lips.
It was rare for his Ning'er to be so proactive. The feeling was sweeter than he had imagined, and it aroused him so much that his heart suddenly became aroused and he could hardly control himself.
However, it was he who asked for the reward, and it was also he who regretted it now.
Unfortunately, the environment did not allow it, and she was such a shy person. Even if he really wanted to do something regardless of the consequences, he could only rely on his strong willpower to suppress the surging desire, hold her tightly in his arms, rub and suck on her sweet and soft lips repeatedly, and after a brief relief, he had to let go reluctantly.
Xie Jinglan was filled with regret and the torment of not having enough fun.
I thought to myself: It’s all my own fault.
The family of three went to the most famous Juxianlou restaurant in Beijing for lunch, and then took Xibao to visit a shadow puppet show stall and buy some sugar figurines...
I experienced all the toys that the children liked.
Finally, the carriage turned to "Cangchun Pavilion". Xie Jinglan got off alone and took the items that had been customized long ago.
The previous stock had been used up, so he naturally kept this "important" matter in mind.
Wen Ning looked at the black box, her cheeks instantly turned red, and her whole body felt sore and weak.
…
When I returned to the mansion, the afterglow of the setting sun had dyed the sky a warm orange-red.
The old lady had already ordered people to prepare a table full of delicious food. The main hall was warm and cozy, specially to celebrate Xiao Xibao's birthday.
Everyone in the mansion had already known Xi Bao's identity tacitly, and at this moment, the atmosphere was filled with joy.
Little Xibao had a great time today, her little face flushed. When she saw the table full of her favorite dishes and the small fireworks specially prepared by the old lady, she was so excited that she danced with joy.
During the meal, Wen Ning stood up gently, bowed solemnly to the old lady, and said softly, "Old lady, Xibao is two years old today, but he still doesn't have a formal name. Wen Ning would like to trouble you to give him a name."
Upon hearing this, the old lady was startled for a moment, and then tears of excitement and relief quickly welled up in her eyes.
She subconsciously looked at the Marquis beside her.
Seeing the old lady looking at him, Xie Jinglan smiled and said, "Grandma, this is Ning'er's idea. Ning'er and I have discussed it before, and I also think that it is most appropriate for you to give the name."
The old lady felt touched and sad when she heard this.
Due to the twists and turns of the court-appointed marriage, the Marquis's Mansion has not yet been able to give Ning'er an official status.
But now, this girl actually brought the honor of Xibao returning to his ancestral home to her personally.
How could she not be moved by such insight and respect?
The old lady took a deep breath, suppressed the sob in her throat, stretched out her hand towards Wen Ning, and said kindly, "Good child, come here."
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