Chapter 39 Let's get to the bottom of this.
The first day of the Lunar New Year.
Fine snowflakes drifted down.
A black Audi drove out of Fuyou Street and headed straight for Xishan.
We drove through the winding mountain road, passed the gate, and finally stopped at the parking lot inside the hospital.
Ye Peixiu, wearing a black overcoat, got out of the driver's seat.
A servant came up to him and told him that his father and mother had gone out to visit someone, and only the old man and woman were at home.
He hummed in agreement, "You can go ahead and get back to work."
As he walked to the porch of the main house, he wiped the snow off his leather shoes on the steps and smoothed his hair back.
A few snowflakes clung to his hair, melting and disappearing as he moved.
From the west side of the main house, walk through the corridor to the west wing.
This is the old man’s study.
The room was warm and cozy. The old man sat in a rocking chair, carefully examining an ancient book with a magnifying glass.
Ye Peixiu took off his coat, hung it on the hanger, and sat down on the sofa opposite him, lighting a cigarette.
At first, neither the grandfather nor the grandson spoke.
A wisp of incense smoke curls beneath the window, while the record player plays the melodious and poignant Cheng-style Peking Opera piece, "The Story of the Jade Bracelet."
Just as they were singing the line from the "Spring and Autumn Pavilion" scene: "That fool's question was so hasty..."
Ye Peixiu smiled silently.
The old man glanced at him from behind his glasses, then threw the magnifying glass and the ancient book on the coffee table next to him and snorted coldly.
"You are quite promising."
"You teach well."
Ye Peixiu said.
The old man closed his eyes in anger, stood up, paced back and forth for a moment with his hands behind his back, and said angrily, "What's wrong with that Miss Chen? Why do you have to treat her like this!"
"I'm not even here, how could I possibly give them attitude?"
Ye Peixiu spoke in a calm tone.
The old man was so angry that he waved his hands wildly in the air a few times, but in the end, he put his hands behind his back, lowered his head, and sighed.
When Ye Peixiu was a child, his father was sent to various places for training. He could only go home once when he returned to Beijing to report on his work. So, he grew up with his grandfather.
The grandfather and grandson were much closer than the father and son.
Therefore, the old man understood his temperament better. He was usually steady and composed, but naturally had a bit of the arrogance of a young master. However, he was never ambiguous when it came to important matters. He was clear-headed and discerning, and among all the young men, he was a rare talent who could achieve great things.
I never imagined he would make such a mistake when it comes to marriage.
I glanced at him again and saw that he was leaning against the backrest in a relaxed manner, with the hand holding the cigarette resting on the armrest, looking lazy.
The old man couldn't help but recall a fight he'd had with his father as a teenager. The scar on his palm was still clearly visible. He sighed inwardly: "Oh, that's just the way this kid is. Normally diligent and practical, but once he gets rebellious, he's always up to something."
They won't stop until they've fought to the bitter end.
After a long silence.
The old man's tone softened a little, and he said, "Eat at home at noon?"
"No, thank you."
"What urgent matter do you have to attend to?" The old man's temper flared; he was being given a way out, and the old man wouldn't take it. "A whole wave of guests are coming tonight, aren't you going to stay home tonight?"
Ye Peixiu glanced at him with a smile, "The little girl is in Ye Garden. It's the New Year, why would I leave her alone?"
Upon hearing this, the old man laughed out of anger.
"That's really great."
Ye Peixiu said, "Come on, weren't you the same way when you were dating when you were young? Why do you keep criticizing me?"
The old man was relieved.
After a moment, he asked, "You know that your grandmother is going to Shaoping?"
"Just found out."
"Take some time to check on things and see how things are going over there."
"You've got a good plan," Ye Peixiu said with a cool smile. "Grandma Cheng is throwing a tantrum, and you're just sending me to handle it?"
Just then, someone knocked on the door, and Cheng Fei's voice came from outside, "Grandpa, Pei Xiu, what are you busy with? Come and have some fruit."
The grandfather and grandson exchanged a look. Ye Peixiu stood up, bent down and put out his cigarette. "I'm leaving."
As he took the coat, the old man called out from behind him, "Come back in the evening."
"knew."
After leaving the old house in Xishan, Ye Peixiu went to an uncle's house to pay New Year's greetings.
We inevitably stayed to chat. After leaving one place, we went to the next, busy until lunchtime before finally driving back to Yeyuan.
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Xia Qingwan was still asleep when Ye Peixiu left Ye Garden in the morning.
Sleep until you wake up naturally, then get up and have breakfast.
The servants in the house were cautious and tactful, not looking or talking much. After a quiet breakfast, she read for a while in the study, then put on her coat, wrapped herself in a blanket and walked around the yard.
The snow fell softly, so fine and light that it could not make a big impact. Even after a night of snow, only a thin layer of snow accumulated on the ground.
She walked to the pavilion and sat down, leaning on the bench, turned around and reached out to catch the snow.
The tiny, glistening flakes melted the moment they touched the palm of my hand.
She looked up at the sky above the eaves, where a misty, white haze blurred the boundary between heaven and earth, with only fine snowflakes drifting down, truly possessing the delicate beauty of "the first gentle snowflakes falling."
He looked down at his palm.
There is a scar on Ye Peixiu's knuckles near the palm.
Last night, that scar visited every inch of her soft body. Thinking about it now, it's a little funny. While showering last night, she considered all sorts of possibilities, but she never expected to be so disheveled when the real thing happened.
The undeniable presence completely buried her, and she didn't even dare to breathe. The pain was so intense she almost fainted. Her mind went blank.
Xia Qingwan stared blankly at the snow, lost in thought, her mind wandering aimlessly.
At this time, a voice was heard, "Qingwan."
The girl, who was leaning on the railing under the pavilion, turned around and saw Ye Peixiu standing on the opposite bank of the pond, one hand in his pocket and a coat hanging from his arm.
Between them lay a vast expanse of fine snow.
She stood up, propped up the blanket on her head, and trotted towards him with the snow in her arms. Ye Peixiu went to meet her, "Don't run, don't run, be careful not to slip."
When he got closer, he held her waist and lowered his head to ask, "Does it still hurt?"
Xia Qingwan lowered her eyes and shook her head.
Ye Peixiu raised his hand and rubbed her slightly cold cheek with the back of his fingertips, whispering, "It will be better next time."
"knew."
She said softly.
He had said this last night, and it was embarrassing to say it in broad daylight.
Ye Peixiu accompanied her for lunch.
Take a short nap in the afternoon.
When she woke up, Ye Peizheng was leaning against the head of the bed reading documents. Hearing her rustling noises, he put down the documents and bent down to kiss her.
Small kisses fell on her temples and ears again and again. He put one hand into the quilt, touched it lightly with his fingertips, and whispered, "It really doesn't hurt anymore?"
Last night, when things got to that point, he didn't do anything big. Seeing her pale face and trembling in pain, he had no choice but to call it a day.
There's plenty of time in the future, no need to rush.
Still groggy from her afternoon nap, and enveloped by his warmth, Xia Qingwan snuggled deeper into his arms, murmuring a soft "hmm."
He lowered himself down even lower and whispered in her ear, "Try again tonight?"
The voice is low, gentle yet with a touch of lingering fragrance.
She remained silent, whether because she hadn't heard or didn't want to answer.
Ye Peixiu pulled her face out from under the quilt in his arms, only to see that her face was already flushed, and there was a hint of embarrassment in her watery eyes.
She was usually quiet and reserved, with little expression, but now, lying in bed with her fair skin and delicate figure, she displayed such a lively and girlish expression, which was truly rare to see.
Ye Peixiu smiled, his eyes filled with deep tenderness.
He couldn't help but laugh, which made her even more embarrassed. She raised her hand and clenched her fist to punch him, but Ye Peixiu covered her fist and coaxed her with a low laugh, "How about we seriously figure out this most mundane thing?"
She said defiantly, "If it hurts again this time, I'll never do it again."
"What kind of talk is that?" Ye Peixiu laughed. "Do you want me to be a virgin for the rest of my life?"
Xia Qingwan was stunned by these words.
"you……"
"What about me?"
"I thought..."
She didn't finish her words, but her eyes showed that she thought a man like him should have been through many battles and had rich experience.
"I've never met someone I like before, and I don't want to settle for anything like that," he said.
Once something like this gets started and is barely passable, it becomes difficult to clean up later. The person becomes like shapeless swamp mud, unknowingly mixing with other rotten mud...
This may be his arrogance.
Xia Qingwan propped herself up to look at him, her eyes sparkling, and said half-jokingly, "So Mr. Ye isn't an ordinary person after all."
"Oh?" Ye Peixiu said, "You're speaking too soon. Maybe after tonight, I'll become the most vulgar person in the world."
Greedy and lustful.
"Then let's both become ordinary people."
She was very happy. She climbed out of bed, lay down next to him, propped her chin on her hand, and swung her legs in the air, bumping them together.
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In the evening, Ye Peixiu drove back to his old house in Xishan.
The old house was brightly lit. As soon as I walked to the corridor, I heard noisy voices inside.
Relatives and friends gathered together.
Drinking, smoking and playing cards, it was lively and lively.
Ye Peixiu was pulled aside by different elders for private conversations several times, but he remained polite, composed, and dignified throughout, fulfilling all the proper courtesy and pleasantries without missing a single word.
The old man and his father were both in high spirits. In private, any quarrels between the grandfather and grandson, and the father and son were just trivial matters. In public, Ye Peixiu was the eldest grandson who was carefully cultivated. He was so accomplished that he was naturally proud of himself.
In the flower hall, several women were listening to a play.
Ye Peixiu went over with his mother to say hello, and finally he had finished the socializing. He pretended to be drunk and left.
Pei Yaxian assigned her driver to drive for him.
Return to Ye Garden.
Xia Qingwan came out of the study to greet him at the right time.
When they saw each other across the living room, she blushed immediately.
Ye Peixiu approached, she pushed him and said, "Go take a shower first."
He smiled and went to wash as he was told.
In order to calm her mind, Xia Qingwan read a book by the window in the master bedroom.
It's really strange; she was even more nervous than when she took a shower last night.
After turning two pages of the book, she became a little impatient and picked up her phone to check the time.
At that moment, there was a click, and the entire bedroom was plunged into darkness.
At that moment, she absurdly thought that there was a power outage. She was about to call Ye Peixiu when she felt a man approaching in the shadows.
First, I smelled a clean, fresh bath fragrance, then my waist was grabbed and I was carried to the bed.
The man's body surrounded her, and the bursts of heat left her with no way to escape.
Her eyes adjusted to the darkness, and she could vaguely see his face. She could see the wisp of black hair that fell on his forehead when he lowered his head, against his long, fine eyelashes and straight nose, and his thin lips that were slightly parted in a kiss, full of desire.
Like a bamboo forest after a summer rain, the fresh, damp greenery rushes towards you without warning.
Ye Peixiu lowered his head and kissed her inch by inch. His lips and tongue were burning hot, and she seemed to have a high fever, and her consciousness was confused.
He slid into bed.
She could clearly feel the softness of his tongue, every detail was carefully described, she grabbed his hand, rubbed his fingers hard, and was about to cry.
After an unknown amount of time, he came up again.
Yesterday's patience as gentle as a drizzle turned into a reward as violent as a rainstorm today. This time, the slow immersion brought a tremor deep into the bone marrow.
The tremor grew deeper and deeper as she went deeper, and the image of the first time she came to Ye Garden, talking to him in the living room, flashed through her mind—a bolt of lightning that seemed to scatter like bones outside the window.
At that time, he was sitting on the sofa opposite, dressed in a white shirt and black pants, looking elegant but calm, and said, "That's not necessarily true."
As he said this, he stared intently at her.
That look... her heart felt numb, and she couldn't help but call out to him in a trembling voice, "Ye Peixiu..."
Ye Peixiu kissed her softly and gently, his voice hoarse, "Qingwan."
"Qingwan."
He called her again, his voice hoarse and tender, filled with supreme cherishment.
Xia Qingwan gave a soft "hmm" and blurted out, "Brother Pei Xiu..."
This is something I never expected.
When they first met, she addressed him politely out of respect for her elders, and he could still hear it.
Moreover, it was such a delicate and soft sound, full of a cold desire unique to her, with a kind of intimate dependence.
This is her naked and unreserved true feelings.
Ye Peixiu suddenly had a fanatical sense of fate. He and she were supposed to belong to each other, and be together for the rest of their lives.
His scalp tingled, a surge of pleasure shot straight to the top of his head, his blood boiled, and he felt like he was on fire. He bit her neck uncontrollably, his chest heaving deeply and heavily, as if he wanted to grind her to pieces.
All Xia Qingwan could hear in her ears was the sound of her heartbeat and the roar of waves.
There was also a hidden sound that unreasonably filled the entire dim space.
He carried her to take a shower, and when they returned to bed, she was exhausted and about to fall asleep. She lay drowsily on the pillow, not wanting to lift a finger.
But then it was turned over.
Ye Peixiu spoke without restraint, kissing her lightly, "How can you be so soft?"
A young body knows no fatigue.
Over and over again.
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Author's Note: Let's get to the bottom of this most mundane thing! (I really like this sentence; it has a sincere, pure love feel to it.) Let's celebrate with a red envelope!
Note: "The first petals of the jade flower fall softly" is from Liu Yong's poem "Looking into the Distance".
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