His Marriage Partner is Scheming - Chapter 49

I didn’t set off the fireworks with my own hands, but there was a kiss under the fireworks.

Chi Xueyan likes such small accidents that deviate from the track.

The fireworks this night seemed to never stop, and the night sky was constantly lit up with sound and color, bright like a dream.

Lovers who have had enough of enjoying the fireworks walk out of the garden, go back to the house, and say happy new year to the family members who welcomed the new year together.

Standing in front of the living room window, Sheng Xiaoyue hurriedly hid the things in her hands behind the sofa pillows.

A telescope of the same type as the one in his son’s office.

She was just watching the fireworks in the sky just now, absolutely nothing else.

Chi Xueyan and He Qiao noticed her hurried movements and looked over in surprise.

“Mom, are you looking for something?”

“…ah? What is it?” Sheng Xiaoyue hurriedly changed the subject, “It’s finally midnight, are you hungry? Do you want a bowl of glutinous rice balls?”

“Should I continue to eat Xiaochi’s birthday cake?” She changed the subject, but she couldn’t hide the smile in her eyes, “It’s all sweet anyway, very sweet, very sweet—”

Chi Xueyan was taking off the scarf when he saw a round black corner protruding from the edge of the pillow, which was an all-too-familiar observation tool.

So he smiled, his eyes were slightly curved, and he didn’t expose her: “I want to eat glutinous rice balls.”

He Qiao also noticed that corner, a trace of helplessness flashed in his eyes, and he responded warmly: “I’ll go to the kitchen to cook, auntie should have bought it in advance, right?”

Sheng Xiaoyue walked briskly to the kitchen: “She has prepared a lot of flavors. You don’t need to cook them. I want to do it myself. I can still cook glutinous rice balls. How about some black sesame stuffing today?”

“By the way, you go to the study to see your father and your brother. They are both answering the New Year’s call. Come to the restaurant in ten minutes.”

“good.”

The overcoats and scarves with the winter chill were hung neatly on the hangers.

Before He Qiao went to the study to call someone, he conveniently hid the spyglass behind the pillow.

Ten minutes later, hot glutinous rice **** were brought to the table in five small porcelain white soup bowls.

After zero o’clock, the reunion is a lively moment.

The glutinous rice **** in Chi Xueyan’s bowl are the most beautiful. They are all plump and round, with a little bit of filling color under the soft and waxy skin. They are soft and cute, which makes people think of ceramics crawling on the dining table for no reason. Rabbit chopsticks.

He sincerely praised Sheng Xiaoyue’s level of cooking glutinous rice balls: “I can’t cook such beautiful glutinous rice balls, the skin will definitely break.”

The beautiful mother suddenly smiled with eyebrows crooked, with a somewhat smug look: “This is very simple.”

In fact, she is about the same.

It’s just that all the cooked and defective products were placed in He Huaili bowls, some of the glutinous rice **** were broken, and the sweet black sesame filling flowed out, and there were white glutinous glutinous glutinous rice **** beside them that were so scattered that the original shape could not be seen.

He pretended he didn’t notice it, didn’t expose it, and ate it silently.

The Spring Festival Gala on the TV is still going on. In the joyous atmosphere of celebrating the New Year, after eating sweet glutinous rice balls, it’s time to give red envelopes to the younger generation.

The older I get, the faster time goes by. It seems that in the blink of an eye, the two sons have grown up, and they will be able to imagine what they want to buy with the lucky money red envelopes.

In He Huaili’s memory, the eldest son was restrained and sensible, and would press every red envelope under his pillow, following the original intention of giving money to the new year, just like what his biological mother taught him when he was a child.

The second son is just the opposite. His mother always taught him to enjoy life in time, so every time he receives the lucky money, he spends it within the first month. He uses it to buy his favorite game consoles and gifts for his family.

He Xiao is now in his thirties, and has never thought about starting a family. He has devoted all his energy to his career, and is more like a workaholic than his father who founded the group’s foundation.

On the contrary, He Qiao got married early, stopped being playful, and had an ideal for the future. This ideal still contains innocent enthusiasm, and he still takes care of his family. The holidays will not be used for overtime work and business trips, but only to accompany his lover and friends. family.

Time flies, but the tempers of the two children have not changed.

He Huaili witnessed their growth, and also witnessed his own aging.

It’s another Chinese New Year, and there are more silver threads in my hair, and my energy is not as good as before.

Years ago, he successively completed a lot of handover tasks.

Just like what his wife said, he has lived for more than fifty years, and he does not dare to stop moving forward every day. At first, it was his responsibility to his family, which was a family, and later he was his responsibility to the entire company and all employees. , that means countless families.

Humans are not machines, they make mistakes and get tired.

It’s time to rest.

So He Huaili finished eating the glutinous rice balls, put down the bowl, and said in an ordinary tone: “I plan to step down as the chairman of the board after the year.”

“In the future, you should choose what you like and let it go. Don’t feel too much pressure and don’t take it as a responsibility.”

He is going to hand over all the power in his hands to other senior board members, as well as his two sons who are equally outstanding.

The Wanjia Group’s property is getting bigger and bigger, which has exceeded the level that one person can control alone, and it is indeed a huge wealth that cannot be spent in several lifetimes.

He Huaili is not worried that there will be disputes among wealthy families in this family. He knows that everyone’s temper is not greedy for fame and fortune.

After living to this age, looking back at the young children, he only wants to tell him: let go and do what you like, even if you don’t want to inherit the family business, it doesn’t matter.

Anyway, they now have the confidence to accept failure and the freedom not to be bound by responsibilities.

This is the lucky red envelope that He Huaili spent most of his life sealing.

No one was overly surprised by this decision that was suddenly officially announced, as it had already been foreshadowed.

After a brief silence, He Xiao asked him, “Will it be too fast?”

His expression was as usual, as if he was just worried that his father’s resignation was too hasty.

On the other hand, He Qiao accepted his father’s entrustment gladly, as if he was looking forward to the shining future: “I will let go and do it.”

And Chi Xueyan was not interested in business matters, he was fascinated by looking at the porcelain bowl without the glutinous rice balls.

In the clear soup, a drop of black sesame filling quietly spread out.

Under the calm water, there is a dark tide that only he knows about.

For He Xiao, who just learned the secret of Chuanshu, “He Qiao” at this moment should look like a villain with deep scheming.

For Chi Xueyan, He Qiao, who is unpredictable and talks about his career like a villain, is the opposite of He Qiao who concentrates on replicating the flight records of the game.

Like the AB sides of old fashioned magnetic tape.

No matter which side, he likes it very much.

This ordinary yet special birthday can be ranked among Chi Xueyan’s top three favorite days.

In the standard New Year’s Eve process he had listed, there was one last thing left.

Go to bed after midnight.

After one o’clock in the middle of the night, the continuous sound of fireworks and firecrackers outside finally subsided a lot. With the soundproof glass installed in the house, it will no longer affect sleep.

It was late at night, and with the effect of sweets, sleepiness began to sweep through my mind.

He Qiao, who was replying to various New Year greeting messages on his mobile phone, felt a light leaning force on his shoulders.

Chi Xueyan, who was also replying to the news, could hardly sit still, and subconsciously leaned on his shoulder.

He asked, “Sleepy?”

“Well, I want to sleep.”

When Chi Xueyan answered, she nodded slightly, and her soft hair brushed against his neck.

Then He Qiao’s voice paused slightly: “…then go back to the room.”

When he put away his mobile phone and got up and went upstairs with Chi Xueyan, there was a rare silence where he didn’t know how to speak.

No more playing games at night, the deep wine red bed in the bedroom.

This is the first time they have truly shared the same bed.

Even that bed is roomy enough.

Even though Chi Xueyan’s tone was pure, she was simply sleepy and wanted to sleep.

But when I really went back to the room to be alone and saw the only bed with a rich and ambiguous color, my heartbeat and thoughts were always disobedient.

What’s more, the porcelain plate containing half a portion of strawberries has long been a sharp contrast of asynchrony.

The left half is empty and pure white, and the right half is gorgeous and blooming crimson.

Chi Xueyan went to take a bath first.

When he came out, the hot air made his fair cheeks a little red, he looked listless, obviously sleepy, and even his hair was blown out carelessly.

So He Qiao took the hair dryer and dried his hair carefully.

The wet hair tips left clear water marks between his fingers, and were evaporated by the continuous heat.

The noise of the hair dryer stopped, and finally it was all over before going to bed, Chi Xueyan stopped thanking his lover overly politely.

He went to bed naturally, quickly wrapped himself in the quilt, and said, “Good night.”

“Good night.”

He Qiao turned off the light beside the bed for him, and then walked to the bathroom alone.

Much like the night after the wedding.

He guessed that Chi Xueyan should have fallen asleep when he came out of the shower.

This instead made him breathe a sigh of relief.

Because he could go to sleep in another bedroom that day, but he still had inexplicable insomnia until dawn.

Today they have to share the same room, or even share the same bed.

For the time being, He Qiao couldn’t imagine how to spend this night.

But at least Chi Xueyan will sleep well.

However, when He Qiao came out after taking a shower, he saw the bedside lamp that he had turned off by himself turned on again.

The person who should have fallen asleep was leaning on the soft pillow, listening to the phone with a helpless expression.

Hearing the movement from the door of the bathroom, Chi Xueyan looked up and hurriedly raised his hand at him, signaling him to come over.

“Mom, He Qiao wants to wish you New Year’s greetings.”

He Qiao: …

He had already sent a New Year greeting message to Chi Xueyan’s parents who were spending the Spring Festival and honeymoon abroad, although he did not receive a reply.

A few seconds later, He Qiao received a belated reply from the handset of his mobile phone.

Han Zhenzhen and Chi Zhongyuan said a mysterious foreign language in unison.

After successfully throwing the hot potato to He Qiao’s Chi Xueyan, he explained next to him: “It means Happy New Year, and it’s the language over there. The two of them learned this sentence this time.”

The couple on the other end of the phone heard his taunts, and Han Zhenzhen immediately argued with reason: “He Qiao, don’t listen to his nonsense! Hello and goodbye, we will do it too!”

Chi Zhongyuan on the side chirped twice cooperatively, as if reciting a spell.

He Qiao still couldn’t understand.

But he heard helpless laughter from the people around him.

Chi Xueyan couldn’t stand their strange accents, so she gave up the idea of ​​sleeping, and took the initiative to come over and demonstrate the correct pronunciation: “You all went for the second time, why can’t I speak standard?”

When the family of three went to that small island country near the Arctic Circle to watch the aurora for the first time, they learned several common local expressions together.

Later, the couple quickly forgot all about it, but Chi Xueyan always remembered it.

He Qiao still couldn’t understand this small language, but felt that the pronunciation of the people around him was nice.

Like a more captivating spell.

He was very close, shoulder to shoulder, as if holding his own arm, like an intimate partner, and the dim light lingered on the drooping eyelashes.

…they just fell into bed together out of the blue.

In my ears are the sound of wind and laughter from across the ocean from 7,000 kilometers away.

And the gorgeous aurora in the imagination, a beauty that makes people forget to breathe.

Han Zhenzhen shared the joy with them: “The aurora I saw last night was even more beautiful than the one a few years ago. I took a lot of videos and I will show them to you when I go home.”

Principle Chi was racking his brains to retaliate against his son’s taunt: “Maybe this is what it’s like to be on a honeymoon. Even the scenery is more beautiful. By the way, why haven’t you two gone on a honeymoon trip for so long?”

Immediately afterwards, Lao Chi asked himself and answered: “Oh, because you have to go to work, it’s really annoying to work in someone else’s company, haha.”

Chi Xueyan: …

Today is obviously the first day of the holiday, and his father’s words suddenly made him feel like he was going to the clinic tomorrow.

“I have annual leave.”

He briefly refuted it, and felt that this rebuttal seemed too weak in front of the two bosses, so he decided to end the conversation directly.

“I’m sleepy, I’m going to bed, let’s talk tomorrow.”

Han Zhenzhen finally noticed the time: “Oh, it’s almost two o’clock in China, you go to sleep, Yanyan, I’ll say the last word to He Qiao.”

Chi Xueyan, who was awakened by the phone call, was actually not as sleepy as before. He lay back under the covers and listened to his mother talking to He Qiao.

“I didn’t think about the honeymoon before. Do you have plans? If not, I think I can go in April. The temperature in spring is comfortable and the scenery is beautiful. There is a place that I want Yanyan to go to once a long time ago. You two It would be better to go together…”

Mother’s last sentence was very long, and as she babbled, He Qiao’s tone was always gentle and patient: “Okay, I will remember, Mom.”

Hearing his lover call his mother like this, Chi Xueyan felt a little strange in his heart.

During the day, when He Qiao heard him address Sheng Xiaoyue in the same way, would he feel similar?

It seems to usher in a more thorough marriage.

Sharing everything with each other, even the blood relationship that had nothing to do with each other has given meaning.

When the phone call from the land of aurora was officially over, the bedroom became quiet again.

In the air that suddenly became transparent, there was an indistinct fragrance, the smell of taking a bath.

After a moment of silence, He Qiao looked away and asked him, “Turn off the lights?”

“Um.”

Then the lights went out, and the sound of breathing around him became more distinct.

Chi Xueyan thought, there is still one step left before the most thorough marriage.

Even though he had been married for more than half a year, he had never communicated with He Qiao about this matter.

Because at first I thought it was unnecessary, and I wasn’t really married, and I didn’t have any feelings, so I wouldn’t involve this part.

But now, it’s time for a formal discussion.

“I have something to tell you,” he said. “Come here.”

He Qiao who was on the same bed seemed to keep a distance from him deliberately.

The breath came closer after he asked, but no words came out.

In the dark room, Chi Xueyan couldn’t see his expression clearly and was very curious.

So he took the initiative to lean over and almost slipped into He Qiao’s arms.

Feeling the scorching body temperature that suddenly froze, Chi Xueyan thought, their attitudes towards this matter are indeed different.

“You should have discovered that for me, love is a dispensable thing.”

When he was speaking, the person who was suddenly attacked came back to his senses and stretched out his arms to hug him.

Chi Xueyan rested on his chest, and heard a vague response from above his head.

He Qiao responded with a very low voice.

Chi Xueyan said frankly: “So, **** too.”

Since he was a child, he has not been very interested in any type of interpersonal relationship, and he is not keen on intimacy with people. It can be seen from the fact that he has been single for many years, and he can even be called sexual frigidity.

Maybe it’s because all the energy is spent elsewhere.

He looks like a person who has been in countless love affairs, but he is actually a frigid person who is insulated from love.

This should have been unexpected by He Qiao.

But now, Chi Xueyan still feels that intimate contact including **** is a dispensable thing.

Only after falling in love with He Qiao, he suddenly fell in love with He Qiao’s embrace.

Simple embrace.

However, he will also fully consider the mood of the other half.

Chi Xueyan continued: “But, if…”

His if but failed to finish.

Because the strength of the embrace seems to have become a little heavier, closer to the heartbeat of the other party.

The heartbeat was noisy, and the arms that hugged him were tense.

A hoarse voice fell on the top of his hair: “You should go to bed.”

There is an undeniable taste.

Thinking of this, Chi Xueyan couldn’t help but smiled and called him: “He Qiao.”

In the night when there was only moonlight left, the breath that was close at hand asked him: “What’s wrong?”

He replied honestly, “Just wanted to call you.”

Then he suddenly remembered something, and asked again: “Are you going on a honeymoon trip in spring?”

It took a while for the called person to answer.

“Sleep.” He Qiao’s words were short and powerful, “We’ll talk about it tomorrow.”

He didn’t want to get out of bed to take a shower again.

Hearing this, the person in his arms laughed again.

The warm breath and light laughter, like a butterfly gently resting on the chest, set off a colorful and flowing storm in the darkness.

A moment later, the one who released the butterfly said goodnight to him again.

He also said his name softly again, with a serious and tender voice.

“Good night, He Qiao.”