Incurable Chapter 59 Part 2

After seeing Lin Wei off, Mu Wan and Liu Qianxiu went over the wedding procedures again. After dinner, they strolled through the back garden, holding hands. They had only walked a short while when Liu Qianxiu received a call.

The call was from Grandma Mei. He listened, squeezing Mu Wan’s fingers slightly in response. After hanging up, Liu Qianxiu said to Mu Wan, “Grandma wants me to take you there now.”

On the wedding day, Mu Wan was to depart from the Mei residence.

Their stroll was only halfway through, and the sky hadn’t even fully darkened yet. Mu Wan looked up at Liu Qianxiu, pressed her lips together, and said, “Alright.”

When Liu Qianxiu dropped Mu Wan off at the Mei residence, it was already eight o’clock. The car stopped on the parking lot lawn. Both stayed inside, with no intention of leaving.

The October night carried a damp chill. A night breeze blew in through the window, making Mu Wan squint slightly.

The Mei residence was already decorated for the wedding. Deep red traditional Chinese accents made the mansion look festive and solemn. Everything was arranged for the two of them. Inside, lights flickered warmly, and everyone was joyful.

But the two people it was meant for hadn’t joined in that happiness. They sat in the car, its interior softly lit and quiet. Only the sound of their breathing could be heard.

Mu Wan leaned back in her seat. In this quiet moment, her heart grew lighter and at ease, as if a weight had been lifted.

She turned her head, wanting to look at Liu Qianxiu. Liu Qianxiu was also looking at her. Their gazes met, and a moment of silence fell.

Shadows fell across Liu Qianxiu’s face, making his features look sharper. He watched her quietly, his lips pressed in a small frown.

The quiet parking lot held only the occasional chirping of insects in the grass. Mu Wan broke the silence, tilting her head as she asked Liu Qianxiu, “How many days of wedding leave do you have?”

She wore a coat, her hair falling loosely over her shoulders. She tilted her head, her eyes bright as she looked at him. Liu Qianxiu felt a flutter in his heart, and the darkness in his eyes softened.

“Half a month. Where do you want to go?”

Hearing his question, she smiled. Her lips curved upward, the corners of her eyes crinkling. She sat down in the passenger seat.

“How did you know I wanted to go out?” she asked.

After asking, she lowered her gaze and smiled to herself, filled with happiness.

“Well, you do know everything I want to do.”

Her face radiated a bright smile as she rose to leave. Her fingers touched the door handle. She opened it and said, “Let me think about it. I’ll tell you when I decide.”

Mu Wan finished speaking and opened the door to get out. The man pulled her hand back just as she was about to leave the seat. The force wasn’t strong, but enough to make her sit back down. She turned to look at him. Liu Qianxiu stared at her, his eyes holding an emotion she couldn’t fathom.

Liu Qianxiu gazed at her brows and eyes, calling her name.

“Wan Wan.” His voice was low and slightly hoarse. “When we meet again tomorrow, you’ll be my bride.”

His words drifted on the night breeze, reaching her ears. Mu Wan looked at him, her heart like a barren grassland swept by spring winds, suddenly bursting with vitality.

Mu Wan’s eyes shimmered as she smiled, her gaze radiant. She reached back to grasp his hand, leaned forward, and kissed the corner of his lips. The warmth of their breath mingled. Her eyes met his, her voice soft and tender, thick with longing.

“Then come early to take your little bride home~.”

No sooner had the words left her lips than he swept her into his arms. She heard his heartbeat, and she heard his final word: “Yes.”

The Mei residence had already prepared a decorated room for her wedding. It was filled with her belongings, as if she had lived there since childhood. There were formal gowns, wedding dresses, and various red accents for the ceremony. Even the wallpaper had been replaced.

After Liu Qianxiu dropped her off, he stayed and sat with her for a while before leaving. Now the room felt empty, with only her inside. Mu Wan sat, gazing at the furnishings. Her calm heart grew tense under the solemnity of marriage.

Incense burned in the room. Mu Wan took deep breaths, trying to calm her nerves. When that failed, she decided to take a bath first, hoping to force herself to sleep.

Just as she closed her eyes, a knock sounded at the door. Mu Wan looked up and recognized Old Lady Mei’s voice.

“Wan Wan, are you asleep?”

The old lady spoke softly, as if afraid of waking her. Glancing at the clock, it was already ten o’clock, and the old lady was still awake. She hurried up and rushed to open the door.

Grandma Mei stood outside, looking at her with affection. Mu Wan rubbed her hair and called out, “Grandma.”

“Couldn’t sleep, could you?” Granny Mei smiled warmly, gently stroking her cheek.

Mu Wan smiled back, wrapping her arms around Granny Mei’s waist. She helped her into her room, chatting as they walked, “You know everything, Granny.”

“Of course I know. I was married once, too.” Grandma Mei followed her inside, closing the door behind them. Mu Wan went to her bedside, while Grandma Mei sat on the fabric sofa beside it. The light softly illuminated her silver-streaked hair, making her look like a kind grandmother from a fairy tale.

Grandma Mei’s presence settled the unease in her heart. Mu Wan smiled, her spirit calming.

“Lie down. I’ll stay with you. I’ll leave only after you’ve fallen asleep.” As she spoke, she lifted the edge of the quilt and patted the bed gently.

“It’s too late.” Her affection touched Muwan, but she feared the strain on her frail body. Just as she was about to refuse, Old Lady Mei gazed at her and spoke.

“Before Qianxiu’s mother married, I was the one who stayed with her until she fell asleep.”

The words stuck in her throat. Mu Wan gazed at the older woman’s white hair, her heart stirring. She slipped off her shoes, climbed into bed, and lay down. Once settled, she took the old lady’s hand. The hand remained warm and smooth. Mu Wan rested her face against it, gently rubbing it as if to soothe her.

Old Mrs. Mei was visibly moved. She looked at Mu Wan and asked, “Are you looking forward to it?”

“Yes,” Mu Wan answered honestly. “I’m also a little excited and nervous.”

“Qianxiu’s mother was the same before her wedding.” Liu Qianxiu’s mother had been her only daughter. She had sent her off to a grand wedding, yet who could have foreseen the outcome she ultimately faced?

The older woman showed little outward emotion, yet her eyes held a sea of complexity. She lowered her gaze, her fingers gently brushing Mu Wan’s hair as she said, “Wan Wan, your grandmother hopes you find happiness.”

Mu Wan thought of her mother. If she had passed away before her, would she have looked on like this now?

“Grandmother,” Mu Wan called softly.

“Hmm?” Grandma Mei’s voice carried a slight upward inflection.

“We will love each other, remain faithful, and live happily together for the rest of our lives,” Mu Wan declared solemnly. “I swear it.”

Grandma Mei gazed at her, a smile gradually blossoming across her face. She gently stroked her cheek and murmured, “I believe you. Now sleep.”

Mu Wan held her hand and gradually drifted off to sleep.

Mu Wan slept soundly through the night. She didn’t wake up in the morning; Mei’s mother roused her. Seeing her dazed as she sat up in bed, Mei’s mother smiled. “Wan Wan, do you know today is your wedding day?”

Mu Wan snapped back to awareness, glanced around, and called out, “Auntie.”

Aunt Mei smiled in response as the makeup team and wedding staff flooded in from outside. She rose from the bed, surrounded by people who helped her with her makeup and changed her clothes. After her makeup was complete, Mu Wan gazed at her reflection in the mirror before the red veil was finally placed over her head.

Once she was fully dressed and adorned, the relatives and friends had all arrived. Lin Wei gazed at her, her eyes reddening as she continued to praise her beauty. Amidst the surrounding clamor, all Mu Wan saw was the vast expanse of crimson from her veil. She straightened her posture, her heartbeat steady and even. Her consciousness felt slightly adrift, momentarily unable to distinguish whether the present scenario was a dream or reality.

Mu Wan felt as if a pair of hands had seized her heart. She instinctively clasped those hands in return.

His touch was cool and dry. His fingers were long and slender, as always, drawing Mu Wan’s hands together and enveloping them—as if cradling her entire being within his palms.

The world around them fell silent as his hands guided her to her feet. Through the veil, Mu Wan saw his deep crimson robe and caught the faint scent of sandalwood on his skin. His hand slipped beneath the veil, brushing her cheek. Her heart leapt as she heard his voice.

“I’ve come to take you.”

“My little bride.”

Mu Wan’s heart dropped heavily. Her “dream” had ended.

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The two spent the afternoon idly, reeling in just three or five fish by the time they hauled in their nets. The smaller ones were released, while the larger ones were brought back to the Taoist temple. For dinner, Liu Qianxiu prepared fish soup.

In the days that followed, Mu Wan experienced what it was like to live freely, like a drifting cloud or a wild crane. Liu Qianxiu took her hiking through the mountains and forests, where they looked out over distant valleys and rivers and admired the bamboo groves and pine trees up close. When he meditated, she read quietly in her room. In the mornings, she brought a cushion and sat beside him as he practiced. On rainy autumn days, she stood nearby, holding an umbrella for him.

The view before the cliff was the most expansive, revealing mist-shrouded mountain ranges and the faint river winding through the gorge. The air was filled with the chirping of insects and pure, refreshing birdsong.

Time seemed to slow. The red sun rose over the horizon, coloring the dawn sky. As the mist faded, the morning sunlight felt cool.

During her days at the Taoist temple, Mu Wan felt her mind grow calm and clear, as if it had been washed clean. Sometimes she almost believed she had gone back in time and forgotten the world outside.

She started to see why Liu Qianxiu followed the path of Taoist cultivation. It wasn’t for immortality or enlightenment, but to stay away from the pull of fame and fortune. He wanted to keep his integrity, calm, and purity in a busy world. That was what his path truly meant.

Five or six days before the wedding, Mu Wan and Liu Qianxiu descended the mountain with Xuan Qingzi and Qing Chan. As the car entered the highway, the dense human presence and the aura of the mundane world enveloped them, and everything came alive.

Life at Qingyuan Temple was not dull, and the world outside was not always ordinary either. How one saw the world depended on one’s own perspective.

Grandma Mei had always held Master Xuan Qingzi in high regard. After descending the mountain, Liu Qianxiu and his group first visited the Mei residence. Xuan Qingzi exchanged greetings and then headed back to the Liu residence because he didn’t like big crowds.

The Mei residence buzzed with cheerful activity. Even before entering, Mu Wan could sense the warmth of its inhabitants. Having not seen Grandma Mei for several days, Mu Wan missed her dearly. The living room radiated warmth. As soon as Xuan Qingzi entered, he exchanged greetings with Old Lady Mei. She nodded and made small talk with him, while Mu Wan was pulled over to sit beside her.

Old Lady Mei and Xuan Qingzi chatted casually. In this environment, Qing Chan became well-behaved. Mu Wan had him sit beside her, while Mei Yaozhi played with him nearby.

Liu Qianxiu hadn’t changed out of his Taoist robe. Mei Yaozhi glanced at him and asked Mu Wan, “You sure picked a clever spot for your pre-wedding trip. Aren’t you worried Qianxiu might not come back after visiting the Taoist temple?”

Liu Qianxiu looked up at him. Mu Wan replied, “Then I won’t come back either. Husband and wife should follow each other’s lead, right?”

Everyone laughed. Mei Yaozhi smiled brightly and said, “He hasn’t even changed out of his Taoist robe. I thought you’d dragged him back here by force.”

Mentioning the robe, Mei Yaozhi turned to Liu Qianxiu and said, “Your wedding attire has already arrived. When we head back later, bring it along to try on. If it doesn’t fit, we’ll need alterations.”

There were three sets of wedding attire in total, including one for Mu Wan. Hers was more intricate and had been finalized earlier. Liu Qianxiu’s had been completed and delivered to the Mei residence, but he only found time to try it on today.

After spending some time at the Mei residence, Liu Qianxiu and the others returned to the Liu mansion. After dinner, Xuan Qingzi and Qing Chan were shown to their quarters. Qing Chan, with his childlike spirit, wanted to play as soon as they reached the bottom of the mountain. He had planned to follow Mu Wan to the back garden to see the pond full of koi, but Xuan Qingzi called him back, and they returned for evening practice.

With the master present, Liu Qianxiu joined them for evening practice as well. Mu Wan, exhausted from a day of errands, returned to her room, took a bath, and went to sleep. When she awoke, the sky was already pitch black.

She hadn’t drawn the curtains before sleeping. The inky night sky was adorned with a crescent moon, its pure, cool light spilling across the windowsill. Mu Wan turned around. The wardrobe door was slightly ajar, a warm glow spilling out.

She rose from the bed and walked toward the closet. Before she could open the door, she heard rustling sounds inside. She pulled the door open and stepped in. Under the light, Liu Qianxiu stood there, holding a long robe in black and crimson.

He still wore his blue Taoist robe, accentuating his tall, slender figure. His features softened in the light. He set the robe aside, came over, and gently touched her cheek.

“Did I wake you?”

“No.” Mu Wan rested her forehead against his chest. It wasn’t that she hadn’t woken up; she just wanted to be affectionate the moment she saw him. After leaning against him for a moment, she lifted her face and looked behind him. “Haven’t you started trying them on yet?”

Liu Qianxiu was trying on wedding attire here. He had three sets in total. Their wedding was Chinese-style, with robes meant to match her bright red bridal gown. The other two sets were Western-style suits.

Before he could answer, Mu Wan straightened up and reached to tug at his waistband.

She moved with just the right touch, not too strong or too soft. Liu Qianxiu leaned forward a little, and their bodies met. Liu Qianxiu glanced down at her, his eyes shifting. She looked up at him with a small, playful smile and spoke teasingly.

“Let me help you change.”

He stood upright as she undid his collar, her head slightly bowed in earnest study. Fine strands of hair framed his temples, concealing her delicate, pink ears and earlobes, which gradually flushed crimson.

Mu Wan wasn’t sure how to undo his Taoist robe and thought loosening the sash would do the trick. Her hands moved around his waist, feeling the shape of his body through the thin fabric. At last, she hugged him tightly, her fingers pressing into his lower back as she leaned into him. She smiled brightly, her voice gentle and sweet.

“How do I undo it?”

She pressed gently against his chest, moving with a quiet grace. Her fingers traced his waist as she tilted her head back, her smile bright and a little playful.

Being alone together in the quiet room made the air feel charged with emotion.

He looked down at her, his dark eyes calm but full of hidden feeling. Though his emotions ran deep, he appeared steady and quiet.

He captured her restless hand. Her frame was small and delicate, her slender fingers clenched into a fist, completely covered by his palm. Fresh from sleep, her body radiated warmth, still carrying the scent of sandalwood from the bed.

Liu Qianxiu gently released her arms wrapped around him. Mu Wan’s hands fell empty, and her body rose. She nestled against his chest, and he leaned down to kiss her, his voice low and husky.

“Come to bed. I’ll teach you.”

Mu Wan felt warmth in her chest, and a smile grew on her lips. Resting in his arms, she was gentle but playful. She wrapped her arms around his neck, tilted her head back, and softly bit his jaw.

He moved and gently laid her down on the bed. Moonlight shone on the sheets, lighting up his pale features. Mu Wan was caught up in his beauty and in the moment.

Before the wedding, Mu Wan had plenty of free time. Other than practicing the ceremony with Liu Qianxiu, she had little to do. Still, she was never bored. Being with him made her truly happy. The wedding itself felt like just a formality, since they already had their marriage certificate.

The day before the wedding, Lin Wei invited her over. They sat on the second floor of the attic, sipping plum tea while gazing at the scenery outside. The Liu residence was designed like a garden, with lush greenery outside the windows, flowers vying for attention, and a pond filled with koi.

Xuan Qingzi eventually called Qing Chan away from the fish he had been playing with. The two Taoist priests, one tall and one short, further enhanced the residence’s antique ambiance.

Lin Wei sat next to her, quietly admiring the attic’s design and decor. As an interior designer, she was used to studying every space she entered.

“This classical style really needs real antiques to feel grand,” Lin Wei said. As a high-end interior designer, she usually worked with wealthy or influential clients, but most of their decor was affordable modern replicas. Real antiques were hard to find and valuable.

“Why don’t you take a break?” Mu Wan withdrew her gaze from the window and poured Lin Wei a cup of plum tea with a smile.

Lin Wei hummed in response, turning her gaze toward Mu Wan.

“You’re getting married tomorrow? How does it feel?” Lin Wei asked.

Taking a sip of the plum tea, its tartness made Mu Wan’s brow furrow slightly. She picked out a piece of sugar, dropped it in, and held the teacup. “Nothing special.”

“You sure are cool about it,” Lin Wei teased.

Both women were pregnant and at about the same stage, their faces healthy and full. Pregnancy brought cravings, and Lin Wei, who usually avoided sour foods, had eaten dried fruits and plum tea that day—things she normally couldn’t handle.

Mu Wan smiled and countered, “What about you? How did your parents and Lu Feng’s parents get along when they met?”

“Them?” Lin Wei’s eyebrows shot up at the mention of the parents’ meeting. “They hit it off instantly. Both businesspeople share temperaments that mesh perfectly. Lu Feng is the only child, and his parents are eager for him to marry as soon as possible.

After taking a sip of her plum tea, Lin Wei added, “By the way, where are you planning to go for your honeymoon? Give me some ideas.”

The mention of honeymoons drew Mu Wan’s gaze away from the koi outside the window. She hadn’t really thought about it. Though she had more free time lately, she still didn’t know what to do with herself day after day.

After they got married, they could go out and enjoy themselves. Mu Wan still had some freedom while pregnant, but once the baby was born, she would have to care for the child and herself. She knew she wouldn’t be able to leave so easily then.

“I’ll ask Liu Qianxiu about it later,” Mu Wan said.

“Don’t you have anywhere you’d like to go?” Lin Wei asked.

Mu Wan shook her head. Resting her chin on her hand as she gazed out the window, she replied, “Anywhere is fine, as long as I’m with Liu Qianxiu.”

Lin Wei: “......”

She was about to get married herself, but still had to listen to Mu Wan’s sweet words.

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The rain fell for half the day, dispersing the lingering mist. Mu Wan stayed in her room reading and napping, while Liu Qianxiu engaged in his spiritual practice. Around one o’clock in the afternoon, after she awoke from her nap, Liu Qianxiu pushed open the door and entered.

Liu Qianxiu had changed into a new set of Taoist robes. His posture was straight and tall, his aura pure and cool, giving him an ethereal, otherworldly air. Seeing him, she set down the book in her hands, opened her arms, and smiled.

Understanding her gesture, he walked over, lifted her off the bed, and kissed her lips.

“Get ready. We’re going fishing.”

The fishing spot was at the Qingyuan River behind the mountain. Mu Wan propped herself up, looked down at him, and asked, “Aren’t you going to meditate?”

“Mhm.” Liu Qianxiu placed her back on the bed and fetched her shoes.

“This doesn’t seem right,” Mu Wan murmured, gazing out the window at the silent main hall. “Weren’t you here for seclusion? What if Master disapproves when you leave?”

He sat on the bedside, listening to her chatter. Only after she finished did he ask, “Who said I came for seclusion?”

Mu Wan froze.

While she was lost in thought, Liu Qianxiu slipped her other shoe on. He leaned down, gently hooked her nose with his finger—an intimate, doting gesture.

“I came to play with you.”

His face was inches away, clear and handsome. A little flower bloomed in Mu Wan’s heart, its petals sweet and fragrant. She stood up, her excitement bubbling over. “Then let’s go.”

They grabbed their fishing gear and followed the back mountain path toward the Qingyuan River. The grass on either side of the trail was rain-soaked, leaving their legs damp with each step.

Mu Wan adored the back mountain for its vast bamboo groves—the leaves were a vibrant green, and the air carried the faint, refreshing scent of bamboo. She followed Liu Qianxiu, admiring his Taoist robe as it fluttered with each step. He exuded an aura of both chivalry and Taoist grace, utterly captivating.

Though they came to catch fish, it was really just an excuse to play. Mu Wan slipped off her shoes and let Liu Qianxiu lead her onto the boat. Once they reached the river’s center, Liu Qianxiu cast the net, and the two of them lay back on the boat.

After a half-day of rain, the sky had cleared. Beneath the blue heavens, large, fluffy white clouds drifted like tangled masses of cotton candy.

The fishing net descended into the river. The boat drifted motionless in the center of the calm, crystal-clear waters, like a painting.

Mu Wan felt completely at ease. Lying against Liu Qianxiu, she gazed at the blue sky and white clouds, breathing in the fresh air after the autumn rain. The river murmured, the small boat rocked gently. Time and the world seemed to stand still.

Resting her head on Liu Qianxiu’s chest, she watched him read a book. The pages carried the scent of incense from the main hall, fresh and natural. Mu Wan rolled over, and Liu Qianxiu looked up at her. Her eyes were fixed on the book cover—another ancient text, written in classical Chinese, with sparse lines of text. Within its pages lay profound, inexplicable wisdom.

“Did you bring your homework here?” Mu Wan asked with a smile.

He set the book aside, smiling as he gently pinched her earlobe. “It’s a habit.”

It truly was a habit. He was quiet most of the time, and when he was quiet, he read. The book lay to one side, pages fluttering in the breeze. Mu Wan scanned a few lines.

The characters were traditional Chinese. She could recognize about eighty to ninety percent of them, but the meaning within? She didn’t understand. In front of Liu Qianxiu and the others, she was practically illiterate.

“If you keep reading like this, how many books will it take?” Mu Wan mused. “Master Xuan Qingzi must have finished reading them all by now, right?”

“No,” Liu Qianxiu denied, his eyes veiled in mist. He tucked her jet-black hair behind her ear and said, “Each book offers different insights when read at different times. Daoist cultivation emphasizes enlightenment, not quantity. Master has pursued enlightenment for nearly eighty years, yet the books remain the same.”

Muwan didn’t fully grasp his explanation, but she caught the key point. Her eyes widened as she asked, “Master has pursued enlightenment for nearly eighty years... How old is he this year?”

“Eighty-two,” Liu Qianxiu replied.

In the entertainment industry, celebrities place utmost importance on maintaining their appearance, yet no one can defy the passage of time. Even those who seem to age slowly over decades cannot hide their signs of aging once they reach eighty.

Xuan Qingzi appeared only sixty, yet was actually eighty-two. What kind of immortal was this?

Mu Wan studied Liu Qianxiu’s features closely. He was six or seven years older than her, yet in reality, he looked much like men her own age.

Mu Wan raised her hand and brushed his cheek. “Will you stay this young forever?”

A soft sigh escaped his throat as Liu Qianxiu clasped her hand.

“My future is spent entirely with you.” He kissed her fingertips, a faint smile touching his lips. “See for yourself.”

His kisses made her fingers tingle, and his words stirred something deep within her. Mu Wan laughed, meeting his dark eyes. She shifted, wanting to climb up to his level. The moment she moved, he caught her waist and pulled her close.

His future was spent with her. How long would that future last?

Mu Wan cupped his cheeks with both hands, leaning down to kiss him. Their soft lips entwined, a gentle breeze unable to dispel their tenderness. She kissed him lightly, a soft laugh escaping her lips.

“Liu Qianxiu,” she murmured, her beautiful eyes narrowing slightly. “Do you have pre-wedding jitters? Is that why you brought me to this Taoist temple to meditate and clear my mind?”

His fingers tangled in her hair as he gazed directly into her eyes, his expression heavy with tenderness and adoration.

“Afraid of what?”

Afraid... She didn’t know what she was afraid of, either.

She licked her lips and asked, “Aren’t you afraid?”

Her voice was soft and sweet. Her hair fell over her ears, a slant of sunlight filtering through the dark strands beside her ear, illuminating her cheek with a soft, delicate glow.

“Mhm.” Liu Qianxiu nodded, his smile breaking through like sunlight piercing a valley.

“I fear you won’t marry me.”

Mu Wan rested her head against his chest. His words vibrated against her skin as she listened to his heartbeat, and she smiled.

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Mu Wan returned to her room, where the light from the main hall shone through the window. The flickering lamplight cast elongated shadows on the square tiles outside the hall—three shadows, though she couldn’t tell which one belonged to Liu Qianxiu. She sat on the bed watching for a while, barely turning two pages of her book before drowsiness overtook her. She fell asleep clutching the book.

After an unknown period, Liu Qianxiu returned. The night air was chilly, and he carried a hint of that coolness with him, along with the rich scent of sandalwood incense from the main hall. Mu Wan inhaled the fragrance, and her body, warmed by sleep, rolled into his embrace.

The contact between their contrasting temperatures sent a shiver through both of them. Half-asleep, Mu Wan clung to him and murmured, “You’re back.”

“Mhm.” Liu Qianxiu raised his hand to touch her cheek, but hesitated, aware his fingers were too cold. He pulled the thin blanket over her instead. Lying on his side, he held her close in his arms.

Sandalwood had a calming effect. Mu Wan wanted to say more to Liu Qianxiu, but drowsiness overwhelmed her, and she eventually drifted off. They had all the time in the world; why rush to speak tonight?

Breathing in the faint, lingering scent of sandalwood, Mu Wan slept exceptionally soundly and comfortably. She went to bed early and woke early. Upon waking, she shifted slightly beneath the thin blanket. The bed retained some warmth, but he was no longer there.

Opening her eyes, Mu Wan surveyed her surroundings. Coming to her senses, she rose from the bed.

It was only 6:30 a.m. The sun rose early in the mountains, bringing light quickly, yet the air held a dampness that gathered into thick fog. Mist swirled and rose as Mu Wan stood outside the hall, gazing at the divine statue within the main sanctuary. She heard the sound of sweeping outside.

Mu Wan stepped outside. The fog was thick there, too. Looking up, she could only make out the peaks of the opposite mountain range. The air felt damp, as if rain were imminent.

“Sister, you’re awake?” The weather had turned cooler, and leaves were beginning to fall. Qing Chan wore a Taoist robe, her hair tied in a bun. At her feet, a small broom had already gathered a pile of fallen leaves. His small frame stood straight and tall as he held the broom and smiled at Mu Wan.

“You’re up so early?” Mu Wan approached and pinched his cheek. They were much closer now than before; Qingchan let her pinch him, his little face flushed rosy.

“We must rise at six for morning practice,” Qingchan replied. “Master has gone to the bamboo grove for his morning practice. Junior Brother is by the cliffside—I took you to see him last time.”

Muwan heard this and felt a strong urge to find Liu Qianxiu. But she remembered how warm his sleeping spot still felt when she rose—he must have left only recently.

“Are you going to find Junior Brother?” Qingchan asked, tilting his head when she fell silent.

“No,” Mu Wan smiled, tugging at his topknot. “Do you still have the broom? I’ll help you sweep the fallen leaves.”

Having company naturally pleased Qingchan. Though he’d been a Taoist novice at the temple since childhood, he still retained a childlike nature, unlike Liu Qianxiu and Xuan Qingzi, who were reserved and aloof.

But they’d only swept together for a short while when a light rain began to fall. Qingchan picked up the broom, frowned, and took Mu Wan’s hand. “Sister, I’ll go bring Master an umbrella. You go bring Junior Brother one.”

Having a reason to visit Liu Qianxiu, Mu Wan readily agreed. After she nodded, Qing Chan handed her an oil-paper umbrella. Holding it open, Mu Wan hurried along the path toward the cliff edge.

The rain fell neither too hard nor too soft, pattering rhythmically on the oil-paper umbrella. Drops pooled together, trickling down onto the wild grasses by the path. Mu Wan quickened her pace and soon reached the cliff’s edge.

Liu Qianxiu sat cross-legged in meditation at the cliff’s edge, his tall, lean silhouette facing away. His blue Taoist robe was already half-soaked.

“Liu Qianxiu,” Mu Wan called out.

Liu Qianxiu snapped back to awareness, turning his head. His eyes, once hazy like distant mountain mists, gradually sharpened as he looked at her. He rose from the cushion. Mu Wan stepped forward, extending her arm to steady him.

He was too tall, and Mu Wan struggled slightly to support him. Liu Qianxiu gripped her waist with one hand while the other grasped the umbrella handle, taking it from her.

Raindrops slid down the man’s face. His cold, pale skin made the droplets look icy. Mu Wan frowned deeply, wiping his face as she said, “Didn’t you know it was raining?”

Liu Qianxiu took her hand. Their palms met—his was dry and cool.

Liu Qianxiu looked up at the falling rain and said, “It’s getting heavier.”

“You didn’t know it was raining?” Mu Wan laughed incredulously, her hand still held in his. She tilted her head back to look at him. “Nothing in the outside world can shake your pure heart, right?”

A fine misty rain fell, shrouding the cliff walls and the pine and cypress trees on the mountain in a haze, like a fairyland—a gentle breeze swept by. Liu Qianxiu lowered his gaze slightly, meeting her eyes.

“Yes.” He lowered his head to kiss her lips softly, murmuring, “The only thing that can shake my heart is you.”

The fine rain seemed laced with honey, even the cool breeze carrying a sweetness. Mu Wan tilted her head back to look at him, her eyes crinkling with laughter. She wrapped her arms around him and kissed him.

Even clad in his Taoist robes, he remained utterly captivating.

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Incense burned throughout the Taoist temple, its sandalwood scent more potent than at home. Mu Wan’s breathing grew heavier. Liu Qianxiu glanced down at her. Once she seemed nearly asleep, he rose to leave.

The instant he stood up, Mu Wan’s fingers tightened around his hand.

The room was quiet, bathed in gentle sunlight. Mu Wan’s palm was warm, and though her fingers clutched his, she showed no sign of opening her eyes. He sat back down, propping his other arm beside her, and leaned down to kiss her forehead.

“Still awake?” his voice was soft.

Her eyes remained closed, offering no reply. “Where are you going?”

His lips touched her cheek, a fleeting, soothing kiss. Liu Qianxiu said, “I’m going to prepare dinner. You sleep first. I’ll wake you later.”

Mu Wan didn’t answer. She had already drifted off.

Mu Wan lay on her side, her thick, jet-black hair spilling around the pillow. Her small, palm-sized face was exceptionally fair, delicate brows still slightly furrowed as if she’d left words unsaid.

His eyes held an unwavering tenderness. Liu Qianxiu pressed a light kiss to her lips, released her hand, and rose to leave.

Mu Wan slept soundly and deeply. When she awoke, shadows had already settled over the room. She vaguely recalled that Liu Qianxiu had mentioned he would prepare dinner before she fell asleep. Judging by the time, it must be nearly dinner hour.

She rose from the bed, slipped on her shoes, and opened the door to step outside.

As the door opened, the calming, invigorating scent of sandalwood filled her nostrils. The sky was ablaze with crimson clouds, a beauty so pure and clear it lifted her spirits effortlessly.

The moment Mu Wan stepped outside, Qing Chan spotted her. He was still holding the toy she’d bought for him, trotting over with a cheerful call, “Sister~ You’re awake?”

The little Taoist disciple wore a Taoist robe and a topknot, looking exceptionally adorable as a miniature Taoist priest. Mu Wan reached out to pinch the topknot on his head and asked with a smile, “Where are your Junior Brother and Master?”

“Junior Brother is preparing dinner, and Master is in seclusion...” Qing Chan replied.

No sooner had he finished speaking than a voice called out, “Qing Chan.”

The voice carried a hint of age and ethereality. Mu Wan paused slightly, lifting her eyes to see Xuan Qingzi standing at the main hall’s entrance, clad in Taoist robes.

Xuan Qingzi appeared to be in his sixties. He wore his hair long, the black-and-white strands tied into a Taoist topknot. His dark-colored robe clung to his lean frame, his features sharp and austere.

Mu Wan regarded him, bowing politely and greeting, “Greetings, Master.”

Xuan Qingzi knew Liu Qianxiu and Mu Wan would come. Qingyuan Monastery was merely a place for him and Qing Chan to practice seclusion. He held no qualms about a woman visiting. He gave a slight nod in response.

Taoist priests often carried an aura of cool detachment, but Mu Wan didn’t feel coldly dismissed. Standing there, however, she found herself at a loss for words. Just as awkwardness threatened to settle in, Liu Qianxiu’s voice reached her.

“Master.”

Xuan Qingzi turned, meeting Liu Qianxiu’s gaze. His stern eyes softened with a hint of affection. Xuan Qingzi was an old friend of Liu Qianxiu’s grandfather, having known him since childhood and essentially watching him grow up. To Liu Qianxiu, Xuan Qingzi was also an elder.

After exchanging greetings, Liu Qianxiu introduced Mu Wan to Xuan Qingzi. Xuan Qingzi nodded in acknowledgment, and the group proceeded to the back courtyard for dinner.

After dinner, Xuan Qingzi and his disciple prepared for evening study. Normally, when the master was absent, Mu Wan could go and flirt with Liu Qianxiu. With Xuan Qingzi present, she dared not overstep her bounds.

“Go to your room and read,” Liu Qianxiu said, having brought her some books earlier to keep her occupied. “I’ll return as soon as possible.”

“Just focus on your evening practice,” Mu Wan replied with a smile. Ever since they’d met, she’d been constantly clinging to him, and he hadn’t been able to practice properly.

Now, with Xuan Qingzi present, she couldn’t very well let him return early.

Liu Qianxiu didn’t reply, merely ruffling her hair. Mu Wan, like a kitten being stroked, gazed at him with a smile and whispered, “I’ll head back first.”

“Wait.”

As Mu Wan rose to leave, Xuan Qingzi, seated beside the low table, suddenly called her back. Mu Wan and Liu Qianxiu turned to look. Xuan Qingzi stood up from beside the table.

He walked to the bookcase beside the main hall and retrieved an object. It was a small square box, looking somewhat aged yet clean and tidy, exuding a simple, ancient charm.

He handed the box to Mu Wan.

“This is for you,” Xuan Qingzi stated.

Xuan Qingzi’s expression was always serene and stern. Seeing him offer the box, Mu Wan felt a flicker of surprise. However, since Liu Qianxiu regarded him as an elder, this gift could be considered a present from an elder to her.

Mu Wan accepted it without refusal.

Inside the box lay a jade pendant, its material smooth and lustrous, its age evident.

Mu Wan retired for the night, leaving only three people in the main hall. Xuan Qingzi, eyes closed in meditation, addressed Liu Qianxiu.

“When is the wedding?”

Liu Qianxiu gave a slight nod. “The eighth day of next month.”

“Mm.” Xuan Qingzi responded softly, acknowledging the information.

Qing Chan sat on Xuan Qingzi’s other side, his small hand propping his cheek. He glanced at his master, then at his junior disciple. After a moment, he asked, “Junior Brother, now that you have Sister in your heart, is there still room for the Practice?”

A child’s thoughts are always simple, believing the heart is unwavering—that having one thing leaves no space for another.

Xuan Qingzi slowly opened his eyes, gazing at his young disciple. His voice was deep and steady as he replied, “Qing Chan, the human heart is vast. It can hold both the Practice and people.”

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On weekends, Liu Qianxiu doesn’t work. The Liu residence has been without its owner for a long time. After Mu Wan and Liu Qianxiu stayed overnight, the house bustled with activity this morning.

When Liu Qianxiu isn’t working, Mu Wan also gives herself a weekend off. That morning, Liu Qianxiu went to his morning meditation. Only after he finished and returned to their room did Mu Wan finally roll over and wake up.

Morning thoughts were particularly delicate and sensitive. Entwined in each other’s arms, their affection and sweetness doubled compared to other times. Finally, Liu Qianxiu picked up Mu Wan. After putting on shoes and changing clothes, he led her by the hand to the dining room for breakfast.

The Liu residence was built in the style of an ancient garden estate. Aside from their own three-story detached pavilion, most structures were two- or single-story. Long corridors connected the buildings, lined with greenery or dotted with pavilions.

After last night’s engagement banquet, an autumn rain had fallen. The greenery within the estate glistened with freshness. Walking along the corridors, the scene carried a distinct air of classical elegance.

Areas with abundant greenery also had fresher air. After breakfast, Mu Wan let Liu Qianxiu lead her on a few laps around the grounds. The Liu residence was vast. It took over an hour to explore it all.

After their stroll, the designer delivered the wedding gowns, arriving just in time. Back at the pavilion, Mu Wan slipped inside to try them on, anticipation growing with every step.

There were multiple gowns—both Chinese and Western styles. Mu Wan tried them all before settling on a simple red bridal robe. Her striking, alluring beauty suited the vibrant crimson perfectly. The floor-length red gown draped elegantly, evoking the aura of Hong Kong stars from 1980s TV dramas—both dignified and enchanting.

Mu Wan hadn’t fussed over the gown—she only wanted to look good. Yet, slipping it on and glimpsing her reflection, she was unexpectedly moved, a quiet awe blooming as seriousness and anticipation rose unbidden in her chest.

Staff members were about to open the door, but Liu Qianxiu was still waiting outside. Mu Wan’s heart skipped a beat. She raised her hand and gestured, “Just a moment.” Brides often feel shy during fittings, and the staff understood, smiling at her request.

Mu Wan glanced at herself twice more, then smiled at the attendant. “That’s fine.”

The door opened. Mu Wan stepped out, heart fluttering. Liu Qianxiu stood there, eyes dark and shimmering with emotion, a faint red hue lighting his gaze. As she looked up, nerves and anticipation mingled, her smile a ripple of hope on still water.

Mu Wan’s pulse quickened. She couldn’t say if it was nerves or excitement. Flicking her sleeves, she straightened up, her smile lively yet tentative. ‘What do you think?’ she asked, voice tinged with vulnerability.

“Hmm.” Liu Qianxiu’s expression softened slightly. He quietly smoothed the collar at her neck, lifted the corners of his lips, and said in a deep voice, “Beautiful.”

Mu Wan laughed, flinging herself into his arms. Her laughter was light but edged with nervous elation. Liu Qianxiu held her, steady and warm as ever. Standing flat-footed, Mu Wan fit beneath his chin, and her heartbeat drummed with anticipation as she leaned in. Noticing her hesitation, he steadied her waist gently, inviting trust.

A deep red sash circled her waist. Her pregnancy was still early. Her belly was not yet showing. Her waist remained slender and light.

Liu Qianxiu braced her as she rose on tiptoe, her lips near his ear. The warmth of her breath, scented with rouge, teased his skin. emotion flickered in his eyes as he took in her nearness.

“Was it better than last night?” she murmured. Her voice was barely audible, yet utterly bewitching. The moment the words left her lips, the man’s hand resting on her waist visibly stiffened.

Lowering herself, heat buzzed under Mu Wan’s skin, as if fire spread from her soles, igniting her whole body. Her heart thudded, cheeks flushed, smile trembling with expectation. She tilted her head, the pale line of her neck bared, waiting breathlessly for his answer.

He lowered his gaze to meet hers, his eyes seeming to glow with a cinnabar-like hue. Sliding his hand into her hair, he gave her earlobe a subtle pinch.

Her cheeks flushed deeper. He murmured softly, “Naturally, you looked more beautiful last night.”

The more ascetic and detached a man appeared, the more alluring he was. Heart-stirring, truly. Especially when subtle, suggestive words came from his lips—he possessed such an ethereal, otherworldly bearing.

Mu Wan chuckled softly, poking him gently. “Master Liu truly has an eye for beauty.”

After trying on the wedding gown, the designer discussed and finalized the last few minor details with Mu Wan. Liu Qianxiu sat nearby, occasionally offering simple yet useful suggestions.

Master Liu’s aesthetic sense far surpassed hers.

With the gown finalized, they moved to set the wedding date and plan the ceremony. Naturally, this required input from the elders, especially Grandma Mei.

The wedding date was ultimately set for mid-October, with the ceremony planning entrusted to Mei Yaozhi. Having spent years mingling in wealthy social circles, she’d attended countless weddings and was well-connected in such matters.

This left the couple themselves with some free time. Before the wedding, Liu Qianxiu took two days off and brought Mu Wan to Qingyuan Temple.

Even in Xiacheng, October brought a hint of autumn chill, and Qingyuan Mountain felt especially crisp and clear. Standing before the temple gates, Mu Wan gazed back at the towering mountains and deep valleys, her spirit feeling remarkably expansive.

They arrived in the afternoon. Liu Qianxiu knocked on the door, and Xiao Qingchan came running to open it, her face beaming with delight.

“Junior Brother, Sister~”

Before their visit, Liu Qianxiu had called Master Xuan Qingzi, so Xiao Qingchan had known they were coming and had been excited all day. Since becoming pregnant, Mu Wan had grown even more affectionate toward children than before. Last time, she hadn’t known that Liu Qianxiu’s “senior disciple” was a seven or eight-year-old young monk. This time, she came prepared, even bringing a gift for Qingchan.

“Thank you, Sister, ~” Qingchan took the gift, naturally delighted. His cheeks flushed with joy as he led them inside, saying, “Master is in seclusion. He said you should rest first.”

Liu Qianxiu took the luggage, and the two headed to the room Mu Wan had stayed in last time.

The room was tidy and almost unchanged since Mu Wan’s departure. After telling them to rest, Qingchan left, remembering to close the door behind him.

Climbing the mountain had tired Mu Wan. The afternoon sun slanted into the room at three o’clock, and she rubbed her eyes. Since becoming pregnant, Mu Wan had been prone to drowsiness. Seeing her rub her eyes, Liu Qianxiu walked over to her side.

Seeing him approach, Mu Wan simply leaned against him, her breath warming the space between his chest. He gently stroked her hair and said, “Why don’t you take a nap first, hm?”

The last syllable was particularly indulgent. Mu Wan felt a sweetness in her heart. She hugged him and pouted, “Stay with me.”

“Alright.” Liu Qianxiu pinched her earlobe. She giggled and dodged away, scampering to the bedside and lying down.

Liu Qianxiu picked up a book, sat on the bedside, and took her hand. His palm was dry and cool. Mu Wan interlaced her fingers with his, drowsily closing her eyes.

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 This afternoon, the rain began. The drizzling autumn rain continued steadily until nightfall. After dinner, Mu Wan opened all the windows in the house. She sat on the carpet beside the low table as the autumn breeze swept in, carrying a hint of coolness and the scent of rain.

Liu Qianxiu sat upright beside the low table. Under the dim lamp, the man in his linen shirt exuded an otherworldly detachment, like a hermit meditating atop a mountain peak. He seemed steeped in the misty rain, tinged with an ethereal aura.

Mu Wan found herself captivated by his aura and striking features at any moment. Unconsciously, she leaned on the low table, her gaze drifting off into a daze. When Liu Qianxiu met her eyes, they sparkled brightly, and her lips turned up in a small, contented smile.

He set down the book in his hands, looking at her and asking, “What is it?”

Mu Wan smiled, straightened up, and propped her chin on her hands. “I think whether I have a boy or a girl, as long as they look like you, they'll be absolutely gorgeous.”

The corners of his lips lifted slightly as his gaze lingered on her brow and eyes. “Looking like you would be gorgeous too.”

“That's true,” Mu Wan admitted with a giggle.

The night breeze still lingered in the living room, carrying a hint of damp, rainy air—cool and sweet. Liu Qianxiu raised his hand to brush her hair, then lowered his gaze to continue reading. Mu Wan reached out and captured his hand, pressing her cheek against his palm.

“Liu Qianxiu.” Her cheek rested against his dry, cool palm as she called his name.

“Mhm.” Liu Qianxiu responded softly.

“Do you prefer a boy or a girl?” Mu Wan asked him.

Though both genders were their own children, parents often had certain preferences—some favored daughters for their docility and understanding, others preferred sons for their mischievous charm. When Lin Wei had asked her, she realized she hadn’t discussed this with Liu Qianxiu yet.

The fingers resting on her cheek shifted slightly, pinching her cheek twice. Liu Qianxiu said softly, “Either is fine. Whether it's a boy or a girl, I can protect them and ensure they grow up safe and healthy.”

Safe and healthy—ultimately, that was all parents hoped for their children, and Liu Qianxiu absolutely could deliver.

Mu Wan’s cheek brushed against his palm twice as she asked with a smile, “What about me?”

The man lifted his gaze, his dark eyes meeting hers with warmth.

“You belong solely to me,” he said. “I will protect you for a lifetime, ensuring your happiness and safety.”

The engagement banquet was set at the Liu residence, a garden-style estate as large as a small park. Though the architecture leaned toward Chinese, the event itself followed Western traditions. Tables and champagne towers were arranged in the rear garden. The night air was cool, the pitch-black sky sprinkled with starlight, and the lawn bathed in warm illumination.

The guest list was intimate, consisting of close acquaintances, so Mu Wan and Liu Qianxiu didn’t need to greet everyone individually. The atmosphere remained lively nonetheless. Mu Wan relished this comfortable yet bustling setting. As well-wishers offered congratulations, she immersed herself in the moment, graciously accepting each gesture.

The back garden is connected to a pavilion with a raised platform. After toasting everyone outside, Mu Wan ascended to the second floor. The upper level wasn’t empty. Xu Xingkong sat there, accompanied by a tall, slender woman. The two seemed acquainted and were conversing.

“Mu Wan.” Xu Xingkong appeared somewhat weary, having been brought over by Huai Jing.

Seeing Mu Wan arrive, she smiled and called out.

“Xingkong.” Mu Wan smiled and gave a slight nod to the woman beside her.

Mu Wan could roughly guess that the woman beside Xu Xingkong was likely one of the Four Young Masters, He Yu’s wife, Su Qiuzhi. She was familiar with Liu Qianxiu and He Yu, but this was her first time meeting Su Qiuzhi. It seemed Su Qiuzhi rarely accompanied He Yu to such occasions.

Xu Xingkong was elegant and gentle, while Su Qiuzhi possessed a pure, jade-like grace. Her grace, however, didn’t feel cold. Rather, it carried a subtle, ethereal detachment.

“Hello, I'm Su Qiuzhi.” She smiled, her eyes and brows captivating, her voice sweet and clear.

“I'm Mu Wan.” Mu Wan greeted her with a smile as well. “Your voice is truly lovely.”

“Qiuzi is a news anchor,” Xu Xingkong, familiar with both women, offered a brief introduction. “Wanwan is an actress.”

After exchanging nods, they settled into conversation.

The three chatted casually, rarely touching on men. Each had her own career, so their talk centered on work and life—independent and thoughtful.

Later, the conversation drifted to pregnancy. Xu Xingkong shared her experiences, and Mu Wan listened attentively. Su Qiuzi, sitting nearby, wasn’t left out either. She occasionally asked a question or two.

Among the three, she and He Yu had married the earliest, yet they seemed to have no plans for children. The questions she asked were quite specific, suggesting she might not intend to have children with He Yu.

But whether to have children was a personal choice, and there was nothing to criticize about that.

As the three were talking, footsteps sounded from the staircase. Liu Qianxiu came up first, followed by Huai Jing and He Yu.

“Finished?” Mu Wan asked.

As the air grew cooler, Liu Qianxiu draped a handkerchief over her shoulders and replied, “Yes, Yao Zhi is seeing them off.”

“Then I should go downstairs,” Mu Wan said.

“No need.” Liu Qianxiu steadied her shoulders, gazing down at her softly. “Yao Zhi is attending to the guests. I'll take you to rest.”

Since she didn’t need to worry, she wouldn’t. She bid farewell to Xu Xingkong and the others. Xu Xingkong, being far along in her pregnancy, was inconvenienced by her large belly. Huai Jing supported her as they descended the stairs first.

Behind them, He Yu and Su Qiuzhi also made their way down.

The Four Young Masters of Xia City shared many similarities: all born into prestigious families as heirs, bearing noble status, and boasting physiques and features truly one in a million.

Yet their auras differed distinctly. Liu Qianxiu exuded an ethereal, detached coolness. Huai Jing radiated an aristocratic, aloof elegance with a strong air of elite sophistication. while He Yu was refined and gentle, like a polished jade stone—smooth, lustrous, and warm.

He walked ahead, cautioning Su Qiuzǐ, “Be careful.”

Despite his warning, Su Qiuzǐ missed a step. Her body lurched forward, only to be caught securely by the man.

Their bodies touched. Su Qiuzǐ flushed slightly, scrambling to her feet. She murmured, “I'm sorry.”

As they separated, Su Qiuzǐ lowered her head, carefully watching her step down the stairs. He Yu watched her, a hint of resignation flickering in his gentle eyes. Tall and long-legged, he caught up to her in two or three strides and took her hand. Su Qiuzǐ instinctively tried to pull away, but his palm was warm and firm. He guided her, reminding her, “Hold my hand.”

Her hand paused slightly before softly replying, “Okay.”

As the two walked ahead, Mu Wan caught glimpses of them from behind but quickly averted her gaze. She sensed something off—He Yu and Su Qiuzi didn’t quite seem like a married couple.

He Yu was the proactive one, while Su Qiuzi seemed somewhat withdrawn. Yet He Yu was gentle yet commanding, and Su Qiuzi quietly complied.

She didn’t probe further. Other couples had their own ways of handling matters. Outsiders shouldn’t interfere, much less gawk.

Liu Qianxiu and Mu Wan stayed at the Liu residence. The mansion’s decor carried a distinct antique flair. Judging by the antique artifacts and cultural relics scattered throughout Liu Qianxiu’s home, the mansion likely followed a similar theme.

After bathing, Mu Wan climbed into bed. With the engagement banquet over, she finally felt relief. As she drifted off to sleep, Liu Qianxiu, freshly bathed, climbed into bed behind her.

The moment he lay down, he naturally pulled her close.

Though the surroundings were unfamiliar, with Liu Qianxiu by her side, Mu Wan found the place strangely comforting. She turned, nestling into his embrace, and murmured,

“Finally done with all the work.”

She wasn’t actually tired. She just felt certain things needed to be completed before she could fully relax.

Liu Qianxiu held her close, gently brushing her hair aside to reveal a small, adorable ear. The ear was pale and delicate. He pinched it lightly, causing it to flush a faint pink.

“Not yet,” Liu Qianxiu replied.

“Hmm.” Her ear tickled from his touch. Mu Wan raised her hand to brush her earlobe, looking up at him and asking, “What else?”

He leaned down and kissed the corner of her lips. “Tomorrow, I'll take you to look at wedding dresses.”

With the engagement settled, it was time to focus on wedding preparations.

The wedding dress had been designed last week by a tailor based on Mu Wan’s preferences, as requested by Liu Qianxiu. The intricate design required extensive handcrafting, making the customization time-consuming. However, the Liu family had arranged for expedited completion. Liu Qianxiu planned to take Mu Wan to see it tomorrow. If she didn’t like it, they could have it remade.

Mu Wan returned his kiss, smiling as she asked, “Is the dress beautiful?”

“Yes,” Liu Qianxiu replied. “You'll look beautiful in it, of course.”

Mu Wan laughed, wrapping her arms around his neck. Tilting her head back, her dark eyes fixed on him, her voice sweet and husky.

“I'm prettier without it.”

The room lights remained on. Every movement of hers was reflected in the man’s eyes. After speaking, her tongue instinctively licked her lower lip, the corners of her eyes crinkling downward like a kitten wagging its tail.

Liu Qianxiu captured her lips with a kiss that was anything but refined, betraying no trace of his supposed self-restraint. Mu Wan returned the kiss with a smile, her breath gradually becoming ragged.

He kissed her, slowly unlocking her defenses, his dark eyes swirling with desire.

“Let me see you without it first.”

“Inch by inch, I won't let a single part of you escape.”

Mu Wan drew a deep breath, her fingers digging into his back.

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After spending a day at the Mei residence, Mrs. Mei’s classmate departed for another city. Mu Wan wrapped up filming early and went to the hospital to find Liu Qianxiu. After his shift ended, they drove together to the Mei residence.

The Mei residence still radiated a warm and harmonious atmosphere. As soon as Mu Wan entered, Mrs. Mei called her over, and she was happy to keep the elderly woman company. Once everyone was gathered, the housekeeper announced dinner, and the family moved to the dining table.

The table was laden with a variety of light dishes, and Mu Wan’s plate was filled with her favorites. As she sat down, Mrs. Mei smiled and said to Mu Wan, “Your grandmother instructed the kitchen early on to prepare something delicious and nutritious for Wanwan.”

This genuine care touched Mu Wan deeply. She smiled at Old Lady Mei and said, “Thank you, Grandma.”

“Don't mention it,” Old Lady Mei replied nonchalantly, her face beaming with kindness. “You're carrying a child now, so naturally you come first. Did you hear that, Qianxiu?”

Liu Qianxiu sat beside Mu Wan, carefully removing fish bones from her plate. When the conversation turned to him, he lifted his gaze with a faint smile and replied, “I heard you.”

Laughter rippled across the table once more.

The atmosphere in the Mei household was always this warm and harmonious, free from rigid formalities. Mu Wan cherished the Mei family and relished the feeling of belonging here.

The meal unfolded in perfect harmony. After dinner, the family headed to the card and mahjong room as usual. Mei Yaozhi brought over red wine again. The family sipped their wine while Mu Wan drank grape juice. She wasn’t particularly fond of red wine, but the grape juice—tart and sweet—was quite delicious.

As they shuffled mahjong tiles, they discussed the engagement arrangements.

“Will the engagement banquet be at the Liu residence?” Grandma Mei asked, fingering a mahjong tile.

Liu Qianxiu, seated behind Mu Wan, helped arrange the tiles in her hand before looking up to reply, “Yes, the butler is already preparing it.”

Mei Yaozhi, seated beside Grandma Mei, glanced at the tiles on the table and said, “We're planning a small gathering. Just friends and relatives. You know Qianxiu, Grandma. He definitely won't make it too grand.”

As soon as he finished, Mu Wan giggled softly. Her laughter was quiet, her lips curving upward, her eyes crinkling at the corners. Only Liu Qianxiu beside her could hear and see it.

He reached over and pinched her ear, signaling for an explanation of her sudden laughter. Mu Wan tilted her head up to look at him, smiling mischievously but refusing to say a word. After a moment, she turned back to continue shuffling the cards.

Truthfully, she’d just recalled seeing the proceedings of an engagement banquet during filming. The couple has to give speeches and make toasts. Imagining Liu Qianxiu doing that felt utterly out of character for him.

In Mu Wan’s mind, he had always been the type of master who remained hidden from the world. He didn’t need to be in the spotlight. He could orchestrate everything from behind the scenes, controlling the entire process.

To outsiders, the couple’s little gestures looked like pure sweetness. Grandma Mei grew happier the more she watched, especially pleased that Liu Qianxiu had found his own love. After all, his parents’ love had been so flawed, she’d feared it might affect him.

In truth, it hadn’t affected him at all. His character and integrity were unmatched. Not just compared to Liu Fengmian, but surpassing most men. And Mu Wan was genuinely adorable. They were a perfect match.

The rest of the time was spent playing mahjong, finalizing the guest list, and arranging the engagement banquet details. The two hours passed in relaxed, pleasant ease.

After the mahjong game ended, Mu Wan and Liu Qianxiu naturally stayed at the Mei residence. Returning to their room, they showered, and afterward, Mu Wan instinctively burrowed into his embrace.

“I'll notify my friends tomorrow, right? It's next week, correct?” Mu Wan murmured sleepily, clinging to Liu Qianxiu.

She hadn’t slept at noon and had filmed in the afternoon, so she was genuinely tired now. Liu Qianxiu gently soothed her, kissed her lips, and nodded in agreement.

Mu Wan nuzzled against him like a puppy a couple of times before quickly drifting off into peaceful sleep.

Liu Qianxiu had to work that morning, so he’d already left by the time Mu Wan woke up. After climbing out of bed, she first went to greet Old Lady Mei and the others.

The Mei family split their breakfast into two groups: those heading to work and those who didn’t need to. Mu Wan ate breakfast with the non-working group, chatted with Old Lady Mei and the others for a while, then had Uncle Li drive her to the southern district.

It was only ten in the morning, nearing October. The coastal air had grown crisp and clear, and the sea breeze felt especially refreshing. Mu Wan pressed the doorbell at the entrance. Lin Wei came to open it, and upon seeing her, she eagerly ran over to unlock the door.

“Why didn't you let me know you were coming?” Lin Wei asked as she ushered Mu Wan inside.

“I figured you'd be home anyway,” Mu Wan replied with a smile.

True enough. Lin Wei used to visit building material markets and newly renovated homes to check progress, but she no longer did those trips. After all, those environments posed a risk of fetal pollution. She’d delegated those tasks to her staff and now focused solely on design work at the studio.

After greeting the studio team downstairs, Mu Wan and Lin Wei headed upstairs.

Before Mu Wan arrived, Lin Wei hadn’t come downstairs either, instead having breakfast upstairs. The table held small wontons, steamed buns, and millet porridge, along with several homemade-looking side dishes.

The two sat down at the table. Lin Wei asked, “Want some? Lu Feng made it.”

Who knew Lu Feng could cook, and quite well at that. Mu Wan shook her head. “I already ate.”

Her gaze never left the table as she remarked, “Your taste has mellowed, hasn't it?”

“I have to,” Lin Wei replied with a hint of exasperation. “He nags me all day long, like a broken record. It's driving me crazy. To stop him from nagging, I just have to obey.”

Though her words carried complaint, Lin Wei’s eyes sparkled with affection and amusement.

Muwan couldn’t help but smile at the sight. “You seem to be enjoying it. Imagine if your mom found out that the eating habits she nagged you about changing for years were finally altered by a fiancé you've known less than a month. What would she think?”

“Hmph.” Lin Wei chuckled twice and said, “She should calm down about me getting pregnant before marriage first.”

“Are your parents upset?” Mu Wan asked seriously.

“Of course they are. They said I never think about the consequences.” Lin Wei ate her wontons, propping her hands on the chair and mimicking her mother’s scolding tone with Mu Wan. After imitating it, she couldn’t help but laugh. Turning back to her meal, she cheerfully added, “But my parents are coming in a few days. They want to meet Lu Feng, and his parents are coming too.”

Lin Wei had truly walked a tightrope this time, but thankfully, the outcome was favorable. Lu Feng was an actor with a decent income. His family ran a business, so their financial situation was solid—a good match for Lin Wei. Though Lu Feng had been raised as a second-generation rich kid, he wasn’t spoiled. He had a gentle temperament and sometimes even displayed a charmingly naive sweetness. He could cook, give massages, and while his taste in aesthetics sometimes bordered on straight-guy sensibilities, Lin Wei adored him in every other way.

Her parents had been upset at first, but after seeing Lu Feng on video and researching his family background, they were actually quite pleased with this potential son-in-law. Besides, Lin Wei had partied hard for so many years. Now that she’d finally met someone and they were planning to marry, it felt like a match made in heaven.

Thinking of this, Lin Wei looked up at Mu Wan and asked, “What about you? Where are you two at?”

Mu Wan had no relatives or family except for Wu Ma, so she probably didn’t need to meet her parents either. She’d been proposed to a few days ago, so the next steps would likely be to slowly prepare for the engagement and wedding.

“Engagement next week.” Mu Wan said. “I came to tell you that. Bring Lu Feng along when you come.”

Lin Wei spat out a bite of hot dumpling in shock, staring at Mu Wan. “Next week? That's way too fast!”

“Liu Qianxiu and I already got our marriage certificate.” Mu Wan smiled and added, “Yesterday.”

Lin Wei: “......”

Seeing Lin Wei’s expression, Mu Wan’s smile grew wider. “You were even faster than me,” she remarked.

“Our speed was due to unexpected circumstances,” Lin Wei explained. “But you two—getting to know each other, falling in love, becoming close, proposing, and getting engaged—you skipped none of the steps couples take. You completed it all in less than three months.”

Truthfully, Mu Wan hadn’t really counted the days. Her relationship with Liu Qianxiu had been a slow, steady flow—natural and effortless. Even now, she felt as if she’d been living with him for an eternity. They seemed inseparable, their bodies and souls perfectly attuned. Aside from the time Liu Qianxiu faked his death, nothing else had ever happened between them—only sweetness and tenderness.

After hearing this, Lin Wei sighed with emotion. “You two just found the right person, didn't you? Many couples need time to get to know each other and adjust, but with you, the longer you're together, the more perfectly suited you feel for each other.”

“Not entirely,” Mu Wan replied. “We're compatible most of the time, but when it comes to the parts where we don't...” She paused. “He's always been the one adapting to me.”

Liu Qianxiu was usually quiet and reserved, but when it came to accommodating others, he was incredibly considerate. Lin Wei still remembered the words Liu Qianxiu had once shared with her.

In the end, as long as they were happy, that was what mattered. Whether it was Lin Wei or herself, Mu Wan felt it was all quite beautiful.

After dinner, Mu Wan joined Lin Wei on the sofa. The laptop on the table was still open. They sat down on the carpet, leaning their backs against the sofa, and Mu Wan spotted the design blueprint.

“A nursery?” Mu Wan smiled. The blueprint showed Lin Wei’s design for a baby’s room.

“Yep,” Lin Wei nodded. “Designing it now means by the time it's finished, the baby will be here.”

She finished with a laugh, “We don't know the gender yet, so I'm preparing for both. Lu Feng likes girls, I like boys—I'm determined to have both.”

Mentioning this, she turned to ask Mu Wan, “What about you? Do you and Master Liu prefer a boy or a girl?”

The question of the child’s gender was something the two of them had never discussed. For Mu Wan, a boy or a girl was all the same—she liked both equally.

“I'm fine with either,” Mu Wan replied. “I wonder if Liu Qianxiu prefers a boy or a girl.”

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Before heading to the Mei residence, Liu Qianxiu received a call from Mei Yaozhi. The original plan was for the newlyweds to discuss the engagement banquet and wedding arrangements. Still, an unexpected turn of events occurred that afternoon: several of Grandma Mei’s classmates had arrived in the country with their families. Consequently, the Mei residence was now hosting this group of guests.

“Do you want to come over?” Mei Yaozhi asked. The sound of children’s voices could be heard in the background.

Liu Qianxiu glanced at Mu Wan. Blinking her eyes, she whispered, “Tomorrow?”

“Tomorrow,” Liu Qianxiu said.

“Alright,” Mei Yaozhi replied. “I'll let Grandma know. She was worried Mu Wan might feel uncomfortable with the house being so chaotic right now.”

With that, Mei Yaozhi and Liu Qianxiu ended the call.

After hanging up, Liu Qianxiu steered the wheel and asked, “What do you feel like eating?”

As they prepared to head home, Mu Wan began pondering what dishes to make. Once she decided, they stopped by the supermarket.

Back home, Liu Qianxiu went to the kitchen while Mu Wan fed the cats in the cat room. The three kittens were growing bigger by the day, especially Datou, who already carried some of an adult cat’s demeanor despite not yet being three months old.

The house was quiet, filled only with the cats’ meows and the sound of running water from the kitchen. Sitting cross-legged, Mu Wan reflected: she and Liu Qianxiu really were already living as husband and wife.

They ate together, slept together, and now she carried his child. Even without an engagement banquet or wedding ceremony, once they had obtained their marriage certificate, they were husband and wife.

Mu Wan felt happy, joyful, and content. She stood up from the floor and walked toward the kitchen. Inside, the man stood at the sink, his back turned to her.

His silhouette was tall and straight, slightly lean. When alone, he carried an air of solitary coolness and detached simplicity, showing no trace of being someone’s husband.

Mu Wan approached and embraced him from behind. His hands were still washing celery. Startled by the embrace, he paused and glanced back at her.

“What is it?” He turned on the faucet and rinsed his fingers clean.

Mu Wan met his gaze and gave a small smile. Her warm breath washed over his back through his shirt, making his throat move slightly.

He turned off the faucet, the rushing water ceasing. From behind came a soft, kitten-like purr.

“Husband~” she called softly.

Her voice was neither loud nor soft, the rising inflection at the end like a triumphant cat’s tail, brushing against the tip of his heart. His heart stirred. He lifted his gaze to the window, his eyes churning with emotion.

After a moment, he turned back, cupping the waist of the woman pressed against him. She seemed slightly embarrassed, her cheeks flushed, her earlobes crimson, her lips also red, yet curved in a smile.

He gazed into her watery eyes, his voice slightly deepened as he tilted his head downward and asked, “What did you just call me?”

Mu Wan licked her lower lip and tilted her head back to look at him. Her body was fully pressed against him, his arms holding her firmly in place. Her face felt hot, but she didn’t back down. “I just called you ‘husband’~.”

After saying that, her face burned even hotter. Mu Wan blinked, looking uncertainly at Liu Qianxiu and asked, “Is it not as nice as Liu Qianxiu?”

She lifted her eyes, staring intently at him, waiting for his answer, her heart both shy and anxious. After a moment, the man actually smiled.

His smile carried a sweeping power, like spring blossoms bursting forth in the fields as ice and snow melted. That smile swept away Mu Wan, her cheeks flushing even redder.

As her cheeks flushed, he leaned down and kissed the corner of her lips. His fingers, still slightly damp, brushed against her cheek—cool and comforting.

“You sound beautiful no matter what you call me.”

Mu Wan’s heart felt like it had been dipped in sugar, sweetness making her eyes narrow in delight. Mu Wan laughed, wrapping her arms around him and burying her face in his chest, her voice barely audible.
“Would my moans be just as sweet in bed?”

Her voice was like burning sandalwood incense, its tendrils coiling around you, tempting you. After she finished speaking, Mu Wan distinctly felt Liu Qianxiu’s heartbeat quicken.

“Hahaha!” She acted decisively, teasing him before making her escape. But before she could leave, her hand was seized by Liu Qianxiu. The disparity in their physical strength was vast, like comparing apples to oranges. She was like a kitten that had bitten its owner, dragged back by the tail with no chance to resist.

Muwan let out two “Ah!” cries as the man bit her ear. Soft lips, gently clenched teeth, his breath, and his deep, hoarse voice all flooded into her body at once.

“Tonight, I'll listen carefully,” he said.

Fireworks exploded in Muwan’s mind.

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The lobby’s air conditioning helped blow away some of the morning’s heat. Holding a pen, Mu Wan watched Liu Qianxiu sign the documents beside her. Noticing her gaze, Liu Qianxiu glanced over and asked, “What is it?”

“Nothing,” Mu Wan replied with a smile. Snapping back to reality, she signed her name as well.

Liu Qianxiu led Mu Wan to collect their marriage certificate. Mu Wan, utterly unprepared for this moment, still felt a bit dazed even after the official handed it over. She turned the certificate over in her hands and glanced at the photo of the two of them, then looked up at Liu Qianxiu for reassurance.

He was driving, the top two buttons of his white shirt undone, his dark eyes fixed on the road ahead. Morning sunlight streamed through the windshield, illuminating the steering wheel and the long, slender fingers gripping it.

At a red light, Liu Qianxiu stopped the car and turned to look at her. Mu Wan was still watching him, her puppy-like eyes unusually bright. He pursed his lips slightly and reached out to ruffle her fluffy curls. The moment his fingers touched her hair, Mu Wan laughed.

Snapping to awareness, Mu Wan glanced down at the marriage certificate in her hands and murmured to Liu Qianxiu, “I thought you were a foreign national.”

Liu Qianxiu had grown up in Austria with his grandfather, returning to China only recently. Mu Wan had always assumed he held foreign citizenship, so now, with the marriage certificate in hand, it all felt strangely unreal.

Neither an engagement banquet nor a wedding ceremony had taken place. Legally, though, they were now one. Mu Wan cherished this feeling. She was overjoyed, her eyes sparkling with excitement, as if she had just been awakened.

The traffic light turned green. Liu Qianxiu paused briefly by her earlobe, giving it a gentle pinch before driving forward.

“No, none of the heads of the Liu family holds foreign citizenship.”

Such prominent families placed great emphasis on returning to their roots. Even with numerous nationality options available, they would never choose to emigrate. Moreover, the four major families of Xiacheng were all ancient lineages stretching back generations, their histories traceable to distant dynasties, making this principle even more deeply ingrained.

Perhaps because of this explanation, probably because time had passed, Mu Wan’s sense of their marriage grew increasingly real.

That afternoon, with no filming schedule, Mu Wan rested until three, then headed to the hospital for her prenatal checkup. She planned to meet Liu Qianxiu there before visiting the Mei family.

After freshening up, Mu Wan called Uncle Li for a ride to the hospital. Instead of calling Liu Qianxiu, she went straight to his office.

Liu Qianxiu wasn’t alone in the office. Besides him, there were two doctors—a man she didn’t recognize and a woman she knew, Xiao Yun.

Mu Wan stood outside the door, peering through the glass. She knocked, and the people inside looked up. Liu Qianxiu spotted her first. After muttering an apology, he walked over and opened the door for her.

“Wake up?” Liu Qianxiu asked, looking at her.

“Mhm.” Mu Wan responded, glancing around the office and asking, “Are you busy?”

“Almost done.” Liu Qianxiu said, then pulled Mu Wan in. “Come in and wait a moment.”

Mu Wan didn’t hesitate, following Liu Qianxiu inside. She nodded greetings to the two doctors before Liu Qianxiu guided her to sit on the hospital bed.

Just before drawing the curtain around the hospital bed, Liu Qianxiu remembered something. He picked up a box of strawberry milk, inserted the straw, and handed it to Mu Wan.

The male doctor’s eyes held a hint of surprise, and Xiao Yun’s brows furrowed slightly as they observed the couple. Mu Wan accepted the milk, smiled, placed the straw in her mouth, and began to drink.

She sat there, listening to their discussion of surgical cases, still unable to understand a word. She sat there sipping her strawberry milk. The fruity aroma danced on her tongue, and she felt no boredom. After Liu Qianxiu discussed matters with them for a while, he would glance at her, and Mu Wan would return his gaze with a smile.

By the time the case discussion concluded, half an hour had passed. The male doctor, sensing the moment, excused himself early. Xiao Yun remained standing, organizing the files.

“Shall we head to the OB-GYN department now?” Mu Wan watched her methodically tidy up, then approached Liu Qianxiu to ask.

The moment she spoke, Xiao Yun paused her movements and lifted her gaze.

“Yes,” Liu Qianxiu said, taking her hand.

“Did you contact the doctor?” Xiao Yun asked, cradling the files. The couple looked at her. Xiao Yun smiled and said, “I have a mentor in the OB/GYN department.”

“Dr. Chen?” Liu Qianxiu asked.

Dr. Chen was the most senior obstetrician-gynecologist in the department.

Xiao Yun paused, then nodded. “Yes.”

“I’ve already contacted him,” Liu Qianxiu stated.

“Oh.” Xiao Yun nodded, smiled briefly, then said nothing more as she turned and walked out the door.

“She’s a surgeon—why does she have an OB/GYN mentor?” Mu Wan followed Liu Qianxiu out, asking as they walked.

Liu Qianxiu glanced up at Mu Wan and replied, “I don’t know.”

He didn’t know many doctors at the hospital, and even fewer with whom he had interactions. His connection to Dr. Chen stemmed from Xu Xingkong’s pregnancy last time.

At the hospital, Liu Qianxiu was a focal point. Unaware and indifferent, he drew attention nonetheless. Mu Wan almost forgot his personality. Remembering, she smiled, hooked her arm through his, and, cheerful, followed him along.

At Dr. Chen’s office, Mu Wan underwent her examination. Afterward, Dr. Chen entered her information into the system.

Dr. Chen was a kind-hearted older man who recognized Liu Qianxiu. After all, young doctors, nurses, and even patients of childbearing age in the hospital frequently discussed him. Even though he already had a girlfriend, some still secretly hoped they would break up.

Not only had they not broken up, but he was now bringing his girlfriend to prenatal checkups.

Dr. Chen asked a few questions and assisted Mu Wan with the examination. Instead, the young nurses following behind began gossiping outside, chattering away.

“How did she get pregnant? Dr. Liu isn’t married yet, is he?”

“Of course not. Otherwise, there would be some buzz about it in the surgery department.”

“So it’s an unplanned pregnancy.” The young nurse clicked her tongue twice, her tone carrying an unspoken implication.

Mu Wan listened quietly. After her appointment, she went to the nurses’ station to complete her records. The same young nurses approached her then to input her information.

When the nurse inquired about marital status, Mu Wan called out Liu Qianxiu’s name. Liu Qianxiu had just brought her report over and approached the nursing station, where several nurses were watching him.

“What is it?” he asked.

“They’re asking about my marital status,” Mu Wan replied with a smile.

Liu Qianxiu gazed at her, reaching up to brush her hair. The tenderness in his expression vanished in an instant as he turned back to the nurses at the station.

“Married. She is my lawful wife.”

By the time Liu Qianxiu finished his shift, news of his marriage had spread throughout the hospital, sending the entire place into an uproar. First, everyone marveled that Master Liu, known for his long-standing celibacy, had moved so swiftly, falling in love and marrying almost immediately. Second, his admirers completely abandoned any hope that he would break up with her. After all, he was married, and his wife was pregnant. This wasn’t just a simple breakup between young lovers.

The hospital buzzed with gossip, though the couple themselves remained largely unaffected.

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September nights remained muggy and humid. By the time Mu Wan returned home from the community gate, a thin sheen of sweat had already formed on her skin. Upon arriving, she stripped off her clothes and stepped into the bathroom. After her shower, Liu Qianxiu gathered his things and followed suit.

Her clothes were at Liu Qianxiu’s place, and his were at hers. With no suitable spot for reading in her home after bathing, the two headed to the bedroom early.

Once inside, Mu Wan rolled over and landed in Liu Qianxiu’s arms. He embraced her; both were cool and damp from their showers. She loved that sensation and nestled deeper into his embrace, her breath faintly tickling his skin.

She was doing it on purpose, and Liu Qianxiu could feel it. Her hands wrapped around his waist, her body slightly cool, yet her palms were scorching hot, like a fire that burned through his body straight to his heart.

Instead of pinning her down, he lifted her into his arms. Mu Wan giggled softly as she was hoisted up, then nestled her face into Liu Qianxiu’s chest. Her laughter was quickly silenced by his lips, kissing her gently at first, like a dragonfly skimming the water, teasing and tantalizing. Gradually, the kiss deepened, becoming long and intense.

As their breathing grew increasingly rapid, Mu Wan found herself positioned beneath him. Her jet-black eyes shone like water-soaked obsidian, glistening with a luminous sheen. Though her consciousness was hazy, she could still clearly discern the man’s expression.

He remained as still as water, yet beneath those ink-dark eyes surged the familiar tide of desire she knew so well. Mu Wan reached up to touch his cheek. He took her finger into his mouth and kissed it. She let out a soft moan, smiling, her eyes crinkling at the corners.

“I’m a bad student,” Mu Wan murmured hoarsely. His kisses on her fingertips felt both ticklish and hot.

“How so?” Liu Qianxiu lowered his head to kiss her lips, his voice husky.

“You were supposed to be in seclusion,” Mu Wan murmured, her arms wrapped around his neck as she breathed in the faint sandalwood scent on his skin, returning his kiss. “But this bad student of yours came along and tempted you.”

The man chuckled softly, his voice low and husky, as if carried from the depths of the ocean. It had the most primal desire and allure, intoxicating her.

“Dual cultivation is also a form of practice,” he said.

Mu Wan smiled, but then something occurred to her. She grasped his hand and asked softly, “Shouldn’t we... exercise some restraint during the early stages of pregnancy?”

Releasing his grip on her fingers, Liu Qianxiu lowered his gaze to her, his voice calm. “I’m a doctor. I’ll protect it.”

His eyes darkened. After speaking, he kissed her softly, starting from her lips, moving to her cheek, and finally drifting down to her ear. Her ear was filled with his breath and the damp air. She heard him murmur deeply.

“I’m a man, and I know how to make you feel better.”

Mu Wan murmured softly, lost in the sensation.

By the time it ended, Mu Wan was too exhausted to move a finger. Held in Liu Qianxiu’s arms, her body still responded to his touch. After washing her, he went to shower himself. Returning to the bed, he found the woman lying face down, idly waving his vibrating phone with a languid voice.

“Mei Yaozhi is looking for you.”

Lowering his head, he kissed her forehead before taking the phone and pulling her into his embrace. Their bodies pressed together as Mei Yaozhi’s voice echoed clearly through the pitch-black bedroom.

“Have you asked Mu Wan yet? What style of engagement banquet decor does she prefer?”

Hearing his question, the drowsy woman in his arms stirred, lifting her head. Her simple, delicate face framed dark, luminous eyes that gazed up at him.

Liu Qianxiu had already begun preparing for the engagement banquet after proposing to her. Mei Yaozhi knew friends in the industry, so she had taken the lead in handling the arrangements. She had called him earlier that afternoon, but after dinner, they had been busy and hadn’t gotten around to asking her.

“Did you talk to him yourself?” Liu Qianxiu asked Mu Wan softly.

Since she had accepted his proposal, the engagement and wedding were inevitable. Now that Liu Qianxiu had begun preparations, she needed to cooperate fully—there was no need for shyness or affectation.

She nodded, took the phone, and called out, “Yaozhi.”

Upon hearing Mu Wan’s voice, Mei Yaozhi addressed the matter directly with the person involved. As for Mu Wan herself, she had never been engaged before and knew little about the styles of engagement banquets.

She answered a few simple questions as Mei Yaozhi asked, such as preferred color schemes and styles. After exchanging a few questions, Mei Yaozhi concluded, “I have a general idea of the style now, but there are many subcategories within it. You and Qianxiu should come to the Mei residence for dinner tomorrow. We’ll finalize the details then.”

“Alright,” Mu Wan replied, ending the call with Mei Yaozhi.

Whether it was the phone call or the news of the engagement banquet, Mu Wan found sleep elusive. Liu Qianxiu took the phone and set it down before wrapping his arms around her.

Marriage had always felt abstract to Mu Wan. But now that she was immersed in it, a tangible sense of reality was dawning. To say she felt nothing would be a lie. She was pleased.

“When did you start preparing all this?” Mu Wan asked, clinging to Liu Qianxiu.

“After the proposal is successful,” the man replied.

“You’re only preparing after it’s successful?” Mu Wan laughed and asked him, “Aren’t you afraid it might fail?”

In the darkness, both their features were slightly blurred, yet he could precisely sense where her lips were. He lowered his head to kiss her and said, “I’m not afraid. But before you say yes, I should give you an answer with respect.”

See, he always did things so flawlessly that there was no room for complaint.

Mu Wan hugged him tightly, rubbing against his chest as she asked, “What about the wedding?”

His fingers gently combed through her hair as Liu Qianxiu replied, “Just a preliminary plan. On your wedding day, you’ll depart from the Mei residence and leave through the very room my mother once used for her own wedding.

She had no parents and no relatives to turn to. He had secured her a robust backing, giving her the confidence to walk down the aisle.

Mu Wan felt honey-sweet warmth surge through her heart. Clinging to Liu Qianxiu, she murmured softly, “Liu Qianxiu, I love you so much~.”

Feeling her affectionate cling, Liu Qianxiu’s expression softened. He murmured a soft “Mm-hmm” and whispered in her ear, “I love you too.”

After they were together, their life settled into a quiet rhythm, yet never lacked romance. Hearing his confession, Mu Wan’s heart fluttered with excitement, making her want to roll around in his arms.

He held her close, cherishing her, cradling her in his arms as he listened to her laughter and her breath, growing steadily longer and deeper. A smile slowly spread across his lips.

“Come with me somewhere tomorrow morning. Then in the afternoon, you can come with me to the hospital for your prenatal checkup.”

“Where?” Her voice was barely audible, as if spoken in a dream.

Liu Qianxiu lowered his gaze to look at her. Before he could answer, he saw that Mu Wan had already drifted off to sleep. He pulled her closer into his embrace and said nothing more.

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