And Yan Huan had to be an actress too. In fear of affecting their careers, most actors and actresses these days had children at the age of 30 to 40, or not have any at all.
She was worried that Yan Huan had the same mindset. If she gave birth in her thirties, Lu Yi would be nearing 40 by then. By then, Ye Shuyun and Lu Jing would be in their 50-60s. That meant they wouldn’t have much time together with their grandchildren, especially if they only lived to 60-70.
“Let the young people do their thing,” said Lu Jin, who was more optimistic. “Our son knows what he’s doing. No matter how much he spoils Yan Huan, he knows the duties he has to fulfill. Plus, I feel that Yan Huan is a good girl, and not the kind that would prioritize work over everything else. How often do you see an actress whipping up a table for her family anyway?”
That managed to convince Ye Shuyun. Like what Lu Jin said, let the young people do their thing. However, if she had the chance, she would very much like to have a talk with her son on when she could be granted a grandson.
They were both a lot more at ease by the time they got back into the car. The most problematic matter had been solved—their stubborn son was going to get married.
It’s regretful that they could not let anyone else know yet, but they were very pleased with their daughter-in-law.
Yan Huan put the plates in the sink and began washing them. Water pitter-pattered onto the plates, mixed with a refreshing lemon aroma from the dishwashing liquid. The aromatic bubbles took away the stains and oil on the plates.
Behind her, Lu Yi extended his large hands to help her.
Yan Huan leaned against Lu Yi’s chest. As long as they were together, even washing plates seemed a pleasant chore.
“They liked you,” said Lu Yi, pressing his chin against Yan Huan’s shoulders. They had made their affection known by giving her that gift.
Their daughter-in-law was their child, and how could anyone not love their own child?
“I know,” said Yan Huan, putting another clean plate away. She rinsed her hand under the tap, then turned around and put her hands on Lu Yi, her wet hands wetting his shirt.
“Tell me, what should I give your parents?” asked Yan Huan, raising her eyes. She had received a gift from them, and now it was her turn to return the favor. But what to give them?
“You already gave them the best gift,” said Lu Jin, leaning against the cupboard behind him to support their weight.
“Hmm?” Yan Huan blinked questioningly. “What did I give them?’
“Silly girl,” Lu Yi squeezed her white cheeks.
“It’s yourself. My parents were always afraid that I would never get married, but you have given them the gift of a daughter-in-law. Plus, you saved their son’s life.”
“That’s different,” said Yan Huan. She brooded. Money, jewelry, antiques, she could afford any of those. The question is which they would like best.
What was it that Ye Shuyun and Lu Jin wanted the most in her previous life?
I think it was a grandson. Ye Shuyun loved children, but things have always been lukewarm between Lu Yi and Fang Zhu. They had been together for 5 years, but they had no children. Now that she thought about it, Lu Yi might not have even done it with Fang Zhu. Otherwise, with how Lu Yi was, he would have married Fang Zhu already. Of course, Fang Zhu might have been the one who didn’t want to marry.
These were matters from her past life, so she didn’t really care about them. Even if there was something between them, what did it matter? She had been with Lu Qin in her previous life too. Whatever happened during her previous life stays in that timeline.
She had to remember some things and forget some too.
And yes, she knew what to give them. They would definitely like the gift.
“Hubby…” she gently tapped her head against Lu Yi’s chest.
“Hmm? What is it?” said Lu Yi, stroking her short hair. In that instant, his stone heart had melted once more.
“Let’s have a baby,” said Yan Huan. According to calculations, she could take a two-year break from acting before competing for the highest honor with Su Muran.
She wanted to settle it once and for all with Su Muran.
Of course, to her, her husband was the most important.
She wanted children of their own. He would definitely be a good father. If the heavens took pity on her, they would return their daughter to them. The daughter that was killed by her own father before even being born.
Lu Yi trembled, his fingers tensing and loosening.
“Okay,” he said. However, no one could see the sorrow he hid deep inside.
Huanhuan, you are the only one I want, even if that meant I would never have a son of my own.
In that peaceful afternoon, what has changed? What was lost? And what was gained?
In the days that followed, Yan Huan took the chance to finish filming the advertisements she owed.
When her new photo album came out, people saw a new Yan Huan with short hair and a handsome air. She used to be a frail woman, but in that short time, she had grown up and matured. A maturity that was androgynous.
She had done the photoshoot for Mujin Flower Magazine, a company that scouted Yan Huan from way back. This time, they invited her specially and were impressed with what they saw when they saw her short hair.
Mujin Flower Magazine was one of the most influential publishers in the world. The only people that could get into the Mujin Flower Magazine were the ones who were fairly well-known. She was one of the few that stood a chance of being invited in all of China.
The Mujin Flower Magazine has world-famous makeup artists, photographers, and stylists. Among the models, it was rare to have someone who was androgynous.
Yan Huan’s photoshoot caused quite a stir. After being away for a year, she seemed to have matured more. In the past, she gave off the meek air of a frail girl or an obedient child. Now, there was a wild side to her charm.
Especially her androgynous charm. Sometimes, a look or a movement from her could only be described as “handsome”. Let’s not forget that her features were delicate to begin with.
