Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
After three rounds of chess with Grampy, she had indeed lost thoroughly. Although Grampy didn’t make her lose too badly, she was still not very happy and acted like a defeated rooster that was totally unable to be cheered up.
By the time Si Yiyan got to the hospital, she was sprawled over the tea table, desolated and trying to figure out just why did she lose to Grampy every time.
A smile flashed past Si Yiyan’s eyes. “Grampy came by just now?”
After they received their marriage certificate, he had officially started calling him Grampy.
Wen Xinya said in a depressed tone, “He still defeated me in three games in a row.”
She had already been losing to Grampy for more than ten years and didn’t know when would she defeat him once.
Si Yiyan fondled her head and consoled her. “It’s nothing. Next time, I’ll defeat him for you.”
His gaze landed on the vase nearby, on the gorgeous crepe myrtle flowers, paused for a moment, and looked away.
Wen Xinya was indeed very happy.
Si Yiyan pretended to ask leisurely, “The crepe myrtle flowers are pretty.”
Wen Xinya’s focus had been placed on the chessboard all the while. She said mildly, “Yup. Senior Zhong gave them to me.”
“Although Zhong Rufeng didn’t participate in Plan S, he has contributed significantly in terms of collaborating with the government. After the conclusion of Plan S, he’ll probably have significant advancements in politics.”
As a man, Si Yiyan actually admired Zhong Rufeng.
Wen Xinya placed the white chess piece in her hand into the chess barrel and said with a half-smile, “Oh, is that so? Then I should really congratulate him on another day.”
Under her inquisitive gaze, Si Yiyan was extremely calm. “Why don’t we treat him to a meal as husband and wife? To congratulate him for his bright future and also to thank him for taking care of you over the years.”
“I think it’s more sincere to leave this meal to the wedding banquet.”
The thickness of Si Yiyan’s skin was simply impressive—he obviously had an ulterior motive in treating Zhong Rufeng to a meal.
They had obtained their wedding certificate and were even pregnant, and he was still holding a grudge towards Zhong Rufeng—Wen Xinya was thoroughly speechless.
“Yup, anything that my Lady says.” Si Yiyan’s faint smile was in agreement with her words.
Actually, the reason behind him holding a grudge towards Zhong Rufeng all this while was not because he was close friends with Xinya but something else.
He had all along known that there was a junior that Old Mr. Mo admired very much, and that was Zhong Rufeng. That was why previously, when he chanced upon Xinya and Zhong Rufeng’s photo on the discussion forum of Lan Feng Institute, he conceived a strong sense of danger, immediately put down the work in his hands, and returned to the country.
Indeed, although Old Mr. Mo’s intention of matchmaking Xinya and Zhong Rufeng wasn’t obvious, it couldn’t escape the witty Si Yiyan.
Old Mr. Mo was more than happy to see Zhong Rufeng together with Xinya.
However, Old Mr. Mo had been trying to find fault with him.
Obviously, in Old Mr. Mo’s heart, he preferred Zhong Rufeng.
It was a matter concerning male pride.
Yup, as a man, Si Yiyan would never admit that he bothered him quite a bit.
Wen Xinya couldn’t help but giggle out loud. He’s so evil even when he’s jealous. Mr. Xiasi, you’re indeed a well-cultivated villain!
Si Yiyan was still very calm towards her obvious teasing.
Thus, Wen Xinya rubbed her nose and consciously changed the topic. “Yan, I’d like to discuss something with you!”
She had a solemn gaze. Si Yiyan pulled her into his arms, lightly bit on her ear, and said, “Yup, I’m listening!”
Wen Xinya touched her flat stomach gently—inside, a highly anticipated little life was growing. “If this child can be delivered smoothly, I’d like to let the Mo Family adopt him to continue the Mo Family’s lineage.” She looked up at Si Yiyan, her quiet eyes were covered with a thin mist. “I don’t want the Mo Family to have no descendants.”
She had already thought about this issue long ago.
After Jinyu was born, she was even more determined in her intention.
There were three ways to be unfilial—having no sons was the worst.
Although Grampy wasn’t old fashioned, some things were deeply ingrained. To leave no sons behind after his death, to have no one inherit his extensive family business, and to have the Mo Family’s tradition to be thoroughly left behind in history—who could understand how tragic this felt?
Si Yiyan touched her head gently. “Since you’ve already decided, I’ll discuss it with Grampy some other day.”
Naturally, Si Yiyan supported her decision.
The child was merely being adopted by the Mo Family, would take after the Mo surname, and would continue the Mo Family lineage in the future. These were mere formalities—basically, he was still their child and it couldn’t change the fact that they were related by blood. There was no need for him to forbid it.
Moreover, he also didn’t wish for the Mo Family to have no descendants after Old Mr. Mo passed on.
Wen Xinya took his hand and said, “Yan…”
She wanted to say something but stopped herself.
“You’re thinking too much again.” Si Yiyan pinched her nose gently as a smile glowed in his eyes. “Previously, I’d been indebted to Grampy for shielding me. All these years, I’ve always regarded him as family. Moreover… Old Mr. Mo is highly regarded in the literary field and is known as a saint of the current times—in this world, countless people want to send their descendants to Old Mr. Mo to be nurtured by him. The fact that this little lad in your stomach can be taught by Old Mr. Mo and continue the Mo Family’s lineage is simply extremely fortunate.”
After Xinya got pregnant, she became sensitive and liked to split hairs—this made him rather helpless.
Regarding the adoption, he respected Xinya’s decision.
Wen Xinya pouted and couldn’t help but stare at him. “How do you know that the baby in my belly is a boy?”
The pregnancy was at an early stage and wasn’t stable, it was hard to tell the child’s gender at this point. Additionally, she didn’t intend to know the baby’s gender ahead of his birth.
Only by knowing his gender after his birth would they be surprised.
After all, when they were concerned, regardless of the baby’s gender, they would dote on him.
Indeed, for this matter, the mother and daughter, Mo Yunyao and Wen Xinya, were stunningly similar and had the exact same thoughts.
She was just fretting over the adoption and the next moment, she started being vexed over the baby’s gender.
Si Yiyan looked at her thin cheeks and said, “Even before he’s born, he’s already torturing his mother, what else can he be but a little lad—a daughter is mother’s little angel and isn’t so naughty.”
Saying that he stared at Wen Xinya’s belly with a slightly hostile look.
However, in his heart, he was thinking about how to teach his little lad who made his mother suffer so much a lesson, how to educate him that as a man, he must learn to protect his mother and shouldn’t let his mother suffer.
Wen Xinya burst out giggling—men’s thoughts were really strange. “Nonsense, the child’s still so little, how would he know how to torture others. Moreover, since when a mother doesn’t suffer during pregnancy!”
She was saying that regardless of how much the child tortured her, she would suffer willingly.
Si Yiyan watched her jade-like bent neck as she hung her head—her glowing skin was exquisite and the arch of her neck was so beautiful. She was looking down in the most peerlessly gentle and tender manner.
For a moment, he couldn’t take his eyes off her.
