mesbooks Chapter 1346 Yunrui engraved sincerity: thinking about it, thinking about it
Chapter 1346 Yunrui engraved sincerity: thinking about it, thinking about it
"Where do you want to go this afternoon?" He wiped the mustard from the corner of his mouth. "I have an appointment with the designer at the furniture store to look at the layout of the baby's room."
"Okay." Yang Xiaotang touched her belly. "But I have to go to the bookstore first. I want to buy a book of Tang and Song poetry for my baby and read it to him every day."
Qi Ruixiang agreed with a smile.
He knew that Yang Xiaotang graduated from the Department of Literature and always said that he wanted to immerse his children in poetry from an early age.
In fact, he wanted to buy a book related to broadcasting and hosting. Maybe this little girl would like to express the truth clearly in front of the camera like him in the future. But looking at her sparkling eyes, he swallowed all his rebuttals...
When they came out of the bookstore, Yang Xiaotang was holding a thread-bound copy of Three Hundred Tang Poems, while Qi Ruixiang was carrying a heavy paper bag containing the pregnancy pillow she had been talking about for several days.
The sunlight passed through the tree-lined avenue, stretching the shadows of the two people very long. Occasionally, fallen leaves would float into Yang Xiaotang's hair. Qi Ruixiang would always stop and carefully pick them off for her. His fingertips would inadvertently touch her earlobe. They would both retract their hands as if they had been electrocuted, and then smile at each other, with unspeakable sweetness hidden in the shyness in their eyes.
In the furniture store, a designer was explaining the layout of a baby room with a blueprint in hand: "Build a built-in wardrobe here, which will be suitable for children from birth to ten years old. Install a guardrail on the window side, so that the child will be safe even after he learns to crawl..."
Qi Ruixiang listened attentively, interrupting the designer from time to time: "Is this paint environmentally friendly? Is there a formaldehyde test report?" "Are the rails of the crib too wide? Will they pinch the child's hand?"
Yang Xiaotang sat on the sofa next to him, watching him frown and discuss details with the designer, and suddenly felt a lump in her throat.
This man, who used to be so decisive in the business world, would now haggle over the spacing between the rails of a crib and demand replacement of the paint because it wasn't environmentally friendly enough. The gentleness hidden beneath his tough exterior, like tea brewed in warm water, slowly seeped into her life.
"Are you tired?" Qi Ruixiang turned around after the discussion and saw her rubbing her waist. He immediately walked over and half-knelt in front of her, "Is your waist uncomfortable? Let me massage it for you?"
His finger technique was clumsy, yet exceptionally gentle. The warmth of his palms passed through her sweater, ironing her aching waist muscles. Yang Xiaotang leaned back on the sofa, inhaling the faint scent of cedar perfume on him, and suddenly whispered, "Ruixiang, thank you."
Qi Ruixiang paused and looked up at her: "What are you thanking me for?"
"Thank you for being willing..." Yang Xiaotang bit her lip, "Thank you for being willing to do this to me and the baby."
She knew she wasn't his first love, and she also knew he might have someone else in his heart. But during their time together, his thoughtfulness and sincerity couldn't be faked—he would remember that she didn't eat onions, ginger, and garlic, and would pick them out every time he cooked;
He would stand by the bathroom door and hand her water and tissues when she had morning sickness; he would wake up in the middle of the night and subconsciously touch her belly to make sure the baby was okay.
Qi Ruixiang stood up, sat down beside her, and gently held her hand: "I should be the one to say thank you."
Thank her for accepting his past, thank her for giving the child a complete home, and thank her for allowing him to find a harbor to dock in the chaotic life.
As the sun set, the two of them walked back, carrying the newly purchased crib model. Passing by the flower shop at the entrance of the community, Qi Ruixiang suddenly stopped and said, "Wait a minute."
He ran into the flower shop and came out a moment later with a small bouquet of sunflowers. The petals were still covered with water droplets, shining golden like little suns. "This is for you." He scratched his head a little embarrassedly. "The clerk said that bright colors can improve the mood of pregnant women."
Yang Xiaotang accepted the bouquet and brushed her nose against the soft petals. The fragrance was so sweet it made her heart tremble. She knew Qi Ruixiang wasn't a romantic man. In the past, his gifts were either watches or pens, but since he found out she was pregnant, he'd remember to buy her favorite white roses, prepare clumsy candlelight dinners for their anniversaries, and replace the "drink more hot water" advice with homemade bird's nest.
These subtle changes are like stones thrown into the center of a lake, creating circles of warm ripples.
Back at her mother's house, Yang Bin was collecting clothes in the yard. Seeing the sunflowers in their hands, the old man's mouth curled up secretly, but he said harshly: "Why buy these useless things? It's a waste of money."
"Dad, this is what Ruixiang bought for me." Yang Xiaotang handed the flowers to him, her tone filled with the sweetness of a little girl.
Yang Bin snorted, took the bouquet and turned to the kitchen: "I'll find a vase to put it in, don't let it wilt."
Qi Ruixiang looked at his back and suddenly said to Yang Xiaotang, "I'll make squirrel mandarin fish tonight. Your dad said he liked it last time."
"Okay." Yang Xiaotang nodded with a smile, watching him put on an apron and walk into the kitchen. His back looked particularly warm in the afterglow of the setting sun.
Soon, the sounds of water splashing and vegetables being cut could be heard from the kitchen. Yang Bin sat under the grape trellis, picking vegetables, occasionally mumbling "poor knife skills" and "the oil is too hot," but he didn't actually step forward to give any instructions. Yang Xiaotang leaned against the doorframe, watching Qi Ruixiang busy in the kitchen and his father picking vegetables in the yard, and suddenly felt that the peaceful days were just like this.
The baby in her belly gently kicked her palm, as if responding to the sense of security. Yang Xiaotang lowered her head and smiled, her fingertips gently drawing circles on her belly, silently reciting the name in her heart - Qi Nian.
May you remember this peace and grow up in love.
The smell of cooking fumes mixed with the fragrance of osmanthus drifted out from the kitchen, and Qi Ruixiang's voice came with a smile: "Xiaotang, come over and taste the saltiness."
Yang Xiaotang responded and walked into the kitchen, stepping on the sunlight. Qi Ruixiang was feeding her soup with a spoon. The tenderness in his eyes was like moonlight in a bowl, so bright that it made people's hearts burn.
Outside the window, the setting sun gradually sank into the horizon. The lights in the courtyard gradually lit up, and a warm yellow glow shone through the window lattices, interweaving with the laughter in the kitchen. It was like a ballad of rebirth and reconciliation, gently entangling every soul longing for warmth...
It rained in London for a whole week, as if to soak away the gloom of this century-old city.
When the Scotland Yard police car stopped downstairs of the branch office, Gu Yunxi was debugging the spectrometer for memory materials in the laboratory. The blue laser beam cast a cold and hard spot of light on her face, forming a strange echo with the red and blue flashing police lights.
"Ms. Gu Yunxi, we've received accusations that you may have leaked trade secrets to an overseas organization." The uniformed inspector presented the arrest warrant. The royal insignia on the black leather folder gleamed coldly under the light. "Please come with us."
Gu Yunxi's fingertips paused on the console, and the laser beam suddenly deviated, leaving a charred dot on the wall. She removed her protective goggles and scanned the charges on the arrest warrant—Old Zhang had recanted his confession in detention, claiming that all the transactions were orchestrated by her, and had also "recalled" seeing her meeting with foreign nationals at a Cambridge café last March.
"This is a false accusation." Her voice was as calm as the frozen Thames. "I have an alibi. I was giving a lecture at London University that day."
The inspector simply gestured "please," saying, "Save these words for the courtroom."
The employees in the corridor stopped walking, and whispers surged in. Gu Yunxi walked through the crowd with her back straight. The sound of her high heels hitting the ground was particularly clear, as if she was beating the prelude to this sudden trial.
She knew this was not a coincidence. The organization behind Lao Zhang had finally taken action, dragging her and Gu Yunqian into the quagmire in the most despicable way.
Outside the one-way glass of the interrogation room, Gu Yunqian was standing in front of the observation window. He had just come out of another interrogation room, and his suit was still wrinkled from the search.
The inspector said that Lao Zhang's testimony was "logically clear" and he could even tell the suffix of his encrypted email address. Those details, which only core members knew, were like a poisoned dagger, accurately stabbing the Gu family's soft spot.