Bai Xiaoyue waved to her son: "Xiaobai, go make dinner."
She sat on the kang (a heated brick bed), silently calculating in her mind: 15 years old plus one year of pregnancy, that's 16 years.
Yan Ci is 32 years old now. Subtract 16 years, and you'll be 16 years old.
Is it possible for a 16-year-old to get pregnant and give birth?
In ancient times, it was possible to marry and have children at the age of 16, so that's a possibility.
She slapped her thigh and exclaimed, "My God, could this Cui Yu be Yan Ci's eldest son?!"
Bai Xiaoyue had already imagined several melodramatic scenarios in her mind.
That evening, Yan Ci noticed that his wife was distracted while eating and doing chores, and inexplicably ignored him.
After Bai Xiaoyue finished washing up and got into bed, he immediately rolled over and pinned his wife down, asking:
"Honey, what's wrong with you today? Who upset you?"
Bai Xiaoyue looked into Yan Ci's eyes; Cui Yu had the exact same eyes.
Seeing his wife lost in thought, Yan Ci bit the corner of her mouth.
Bai Xiaoyue exclaimed, "Aci, you bit me!"
Yan Ci urged, "Wife, tell me quickly, what happened today?"
Bai Xiaoyue nudged Yan Ci and said, "Aci, come down first."
After Yan Ci lay down, she leaned against him, pursed her lips, and organized her thoughts:
“Aci, I saw a boy today named Cui Yu. He is 16 years old and looks a lot like you, especially his eyes.”
Yan Ci found it somewhat amusing and said to his wife:
"What's so strange about that? You've been so distracted all night because of this!"
"So what if they look alike? There are millions of people in this world, and countless people are similar."
Bai Xiaoyue pinched Yan Ci's cheek: "Do you think Cui Yu might be your child?"
Yan Ci glared at his wife and shouted, "Nonsense! I could give birth to a child that big!"
Bai Xiaoyue said logically, "Aci, in ancient times, there were many people who got married at 16 and had children at 17."
"Why don't you try to recall if you had any romantic entanglements with any girl when you were 16?"
Yan Ci said firmly, "Impossible. I'm sure of it. I only have you, and I only have Xiaobai as my child."
Bai Xiaoyue asked incredulously, "Really?"
Yan Ci's tone was dangerous: "Wife, what's wrong? You don't believe me when I say it's not my child?"
Bai Xiaoyue said somewhat guiltily, "How could that be? It just feels so amazing. You'll understand when you see him next time."
Yan Ci's expression was not good: "I don't find it amazing, and I don't want to see him either, for fear of affecting my mood."
The innocent Cui Yu was caught in the crossfire, which left a very bad impression on Yan Ci.
Bai Xiaoyue climbed down and lay down next to Yan Ci.
He said awkwardly, "Aci, if you say no, I'll definitely believe you. It's alright, go to sleep!"
Yan Ci objected: "Wife, I think we need to have a deeper conversation, otherwise you'll start overthinking again."
After saying that, he started kissing and touching her, swallowing up his wife's exclamation, and then went down to her, not allowing her to refuse.
...
Bai Xiaoyue's suspicions angered Yan Ci.
Yan Ci kept a cold face and ignored people during the day, and wouldn't let her sleep at night. Bai Xiaoyue suffered from back pain every day, but she didn't dare to protest.
She felt this wouldn't do and had to think of a way to coax Yan Ci.
She pondered for a long time, then took out the blue floral cotton fabric that Yan Ci had bought for her last year, and secretly cut and sewed a sundress at home.
That evening, after taking a shower, she secretly changed into her dress and, to avoid being seen by her child, also put on a thin cardigan.
At this time, no one dares to wear a sundress; if outsiders see it, they'll be bombarded with spittle.
Bai Xiaoyue gently closed the door and turned around to see Yan Ci reading a book.
She moved closer, took off her coat, and called out, "Aci, look at my new dress, isn't it pretty?"
Yan Ci looked up and saw his wife wearing a blue floral sundress in the dim light.
There were only two thin straps on her shoulders, revealing her fair and alluring shoulders above and her long, snow-white legs below.
She stood there smiling, calling her own name.
Yan Ci's Adam's apple bobbed, his gaze burning, and he slowly put down the book in his hand.
He got off the kang (heated brick bed), walked towards his wife, embraced her, and kissed her red lips.
The two began to kiss passionately...
After a passionate and unrestrained lovemaking session.
Bai Xiaoyue hugged Yan Ci's neck and said:
"Aci, I was wrong. I shouldn't have doubted you. Please don't be angry, okay?"
Yan Ci massaged his wife's lower back, and seeing her meek and submissive appearance, he hummed in agreement.
Actually, he wasn't angry anymore; he just really enjoyed his wife's daily efforts to coax him.
Bai Xiaoyue was overjoyed when she heard Yan Ci agree, and her eyes crinkled with laughter.
I breathed a sigh of relief; I'd finally calmed him down. I'll never dare to think or ask random questions again; the consequences were too severe—I almost ruined my back.
Yan Ci asked with a smile, "Wife, the dress is very pretty, where did you get it?"
Bai Xiaoyue blushed slightly and said, "This fabric is the one you bought last year. I made it at home myself."
Yan Ci continued, "Make a few more in the future."
Bai Xiaoyue shook her head: "One is enough, the same ones don't look good."
Yan Ci said in a good mood, "I'll buy you other colors."
Bai Xiaoyue didn't want to upset him again after just appeasing him.
"Okay, then when you buy new fabric, I'll make one for you to wear."
Yan Ci felt relieved and pestered his wife to come again.
Bai Xiaoyue felt that Yan Ci had returned to normal and that life could go on peacefully again.
As a result, a few days later, Cui Yu actually came to the door, accompanied by a policeman.
This startled Bai Xiaoyue quite a bit. Yan Ci had so vehemently denied it, so why had he come knocking on her door?
She whispered in Yan Ci's ear, "This is Cui Yu." She cleared her throat and added, "That boy who looks like my son."
Yan Ci understood; he was the one who made his wife suspect him.
He glanced at Cui Yu and noticed that he did indeed bear a resemblance to his son.
He looked at the policeman again and immediately greeted him, "Brother Liu, what brings you here?"
Liu Guoan said with a beaming smile, "Yan Ci, you still remember your old brother?"
Yan Ci smiled and said, "Brother Liu, you're too kind. How could I forget you? Please come in."
Liu Guoan entered the room and sat down, exchanging a few pleasantries with Yan Ci.
He then pointed at Cui Yu and said mysteriously, "Yan Ci, do you know who he is?"
Yan Ci roared inwardly, "Why is everyone asking me? How am I supposed to know?!"
Although his mind was in turmoil, he didn't show it on his face, shaking his head calmly: "I don't know, I don't recognize him either?"
Liu Guoan said with a smile, "Yan Ci, think about it carefully, it still has some connection with you."
This statement stunned both Yan Ci and Bai Xiaoyue.
"Relationship? What relationship?" The two exchanged a glance, and Yan Ci quickly patted his wife's hand, signaling her not to panic.
He asked Liu Guoan, "Brother Liu, what could be the connection between us? I've never even met him."
Liu Guoan stopped keeping him in suspense: "You are his savior."
Bai Xiaoyue felt relieved when she heard that her savior was her father. As long as they weren't father and son, no other relationship mattered.
Yan Ci frowned: "Brother Liu, could there be a mistake? I don't know him."
Liu Guoan said to Cui Yu, "Cui Yu, you speak."
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