Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
This trip to pray for fortune was not the least bit delightful.
This pair of mother and daughter went to pray for fortune in hopes of getting a good omen.
After all, her daughter’s relationship was going well. Who would have known that that old monk would actually write something that?
Those words did not sound auspicious at all, especially since her daughter received it on the first day of the year. Hence, she felt very stifled.
She was now regretting pulling her daughter to that fortune-telling stall.
Thus, on their way home in a taxi, the pair’s mood was not as pleasant as it was when they left home in the morning.
“Ge Ge, those words…”
Seeing that her daughter was not showing any reaction and seemed to be in deep thought, she moved to say a few comforting words to her.
Unexpectedly, before she even started, her daughter gave her a light smile.
“Mom, are you still thinking about what that old monk wrote? I already told you not to be so superstitious!”
She paused at this and looked at her daughter in disbelief. “Then, just now, you…”
“Oh, I was thinking of something else.” Her daughter smiled again. “Okay, mom. Stop harping on about that! Our relationship is very stable.”
“That’s true. Xiao Ji cares so much for you, and we are even meeting his parents soon. It’s almost time for you two to settle down.”
The longer she talked about it, the surer she was that her worries were baseless. Indeed, people shouldn’t be too superstitious.
As she thought this, the last bit of worry in her heart dissipated, and she let out a relaxed smile.
Pei Ge furtively sighed in relief when she saw her mother return to normal.
Still, although she said that to her mother, she actually did mind what that old monk had written down for her quite a bit.
‘Both feel the same desolation upon separation, and every full moon, the sorrow of being unable to reunite multiplies…’
She did not really get what that string of words meant, but taking it literally, she could say that it did not bode well.
It probably refers to separation. Desolation upon separation… she mumbled inside; a seed of worry was planted in her heart.
Although she did not believe in anything abstract… she still minded a lot the words written by that old monk for her.
Arriving home after praying for luck and fortune, the two prepared a very sumptuous new year’s lunch.
As both were good at cooking, everything was done fast.
The two arranged the dishes on the dining table and dug in with a glass of red wine each.
“Mom, happy new year! I wish you ‘health’ this new year, and may you grow younger day by day,” Pei Ge said with a grin, toasting with her mother.
Both touched their glasses and accepted these wishes by downing their drinks.
“My precious daughter, mom doesn’t need to grow younger, but I hope that you can get married this year and give birth to a grandchild for me.”
After finishing her drink, her mother sincerely told her this.
She blushed in embarrassment.
Although she had no plans of getting married and having a child this early, she still felt very expectant inside when the thought of having a child that looked like Ji Ziming crossed her mind.
After lunch, the pair of mother and daughter sat in the living room to chat for a while. As Zhang Manhua was a little drunk from the alcohol, she went to her room for a siesta.
Meanwhile, although Pei Ge was also a little drunk, she did not feel sleepy at all.
Once she cleaned all the utensils in the dining area, her mind was more or less clear.
She left the kitchen and took out her phone. Quickly tapping on the display, she sent a message to her boyfriend.
[Ziming, I’m done here. Come over anytime you are free.]
A few seconds after she sent it out, he replied to her.
[Okay, I’ll come over now.]
Her lips curled up at the sight of this message, which seemed to show its sender’s eagerness.
The stifling emotion she felt because of what that old monk had written instantly dissipated, and she went to her room to change into a fresh set of outdoor clothes.
She had just put on new clothes and makeup when he called.
“Pei Ge, I’m already downstairs.”
A sweet smile lit up her face at the sound of his clear yet low voice.
“You’re here so quickly. Wait a minute; I’ll come down now.”
She hung up, grabbed her bag, and headed to the door.
Softly closing the door to her house, she then jogged down the stairs.
“Ziming!”
She quickly spotted him leaning against his car upon exiting the building.
The sight of her running toward him made Ji Ziming frown a little.
“What’s wrong? Why are you frowning the moment you see me?” She pouted at him.
“You ran down the stairs again.” He frowned reproachfully.
“Oh, yes. Why? Touched?” she joked purposely.
“That’s too dangerous. I don’t want you to do this again next time.” He reminded her concernedly as he looked into her eyes.
She blinked, feeling amused and touched at his seriousness.
“It’s that, huh. Fine! I won’t do it again!” She nodded cheekily and blinked with a sly look.
“Next time, I also don’t want to see you frowning.”
As she said this, she reached out her hand to smoothen his frown.
“You’ll get old quickly if you keep frowning. I don’t want my boyfriend to become an old man fast!”
