Chapter 704 - 704 705 This Model

Chapter 704: Chapter 705 This Model Chapter 704: Chapter 705 This Model “But Dad pointed at me and scolded me incessantly, as if I were plotting against Xinian. He even said that Xinian is also the only seedling of the Meng Family and told me to have the capability to give birth to one myself.” Duan Qingqing’s tears started falling down in streams, “I also want to have children. After marrying into the Meng Family, I wanted to branch out and propagate the family line. I know Dad feels quite lonely, and I can’t communicate with him well. If I could have a couple more kids, the house would be livelier. But I just can’t…”

Seeing her sob, Meng Chaojun’s heart ached, wrapping one arm around her and using a hand to pull a tissue for her to wipe her tears, he whispered, “Qingqing, let me handle the matters with Dad and Xinian, you don’t need to bother with them. As for the children, we’ll let nature take its course. If it happens, it happens; if not, it’s not your fault. I will find a chance to talk to Dad about this.”

“Chaojun, you better not talk to Dad about it, or he might say I’m filling your head with nonsense again…” Duan Qingqing looked at him, her eyes brimming with tears.

She had always been well-maintained. At the age of thirty-two, she still looked like she was twenty-seven or twenty-eight, especially under the soft lighting of the bedroom, she appeared even more tender and pitiable, just like a young girl.

For so many years, Meng Chaojun favored her this way.

In his eyes, his wife had always been like a delicate, younger bride—so much younger than him that she could be believed to be his daughter.

Seeing her looking so touching and alluring, his body grew hot. Embracing her, they fell back onto the bed, pulling the blanket over them. His hand wandered under the hem of her nightgown, moving upward.

“I love hearing you whisper sweet nothings. Come on, Qingqing, let me see how the whispers tonight will blow…”

The next day, Meng Xinian got Chiang Xiao up early for a jog, followed by practicing the boxing technique that he taught her last time. After both of them were drenched in sweat, they went back to the guesthouse to shower before he took her out for breakfast.

This time, Chiang Xiao was very careful and followed him closely, not daring to show how familiar she was with Capital City.

In fact, she had been to all these places before.

Even though many years had passed, the changes in the eighties weren’t that significant.

Like the pork buns at the breakfast stall that Meng Xinian brought her to, they tasted just as she remembered.

Back in the day, Chiang Xiao had to get up early for work, riding a battered bicycle that cost thirty yuan and had changed hands who knows how many times, weaving through alleys.

Now, walking beside the tall Meng Xinian through the old and secluded alleys, she no longer felt afraid.

“The snacks I brought are still at the Chen Family. Later, you’ll come with me to recognize the way to the Chen’s and pick up some things. Those snacks will be for you to give to Grandfather.”

“Isn’t it embarrassing to take the things back after they’ve been brought to the Chen Family?” Chiang Xiao asked.

Meng Xinian couldn’t help but glance at her.

Truly, if it were an ordinary thirteen-year-old child, they might not consider such a nuanced social etiquette issue, but Chiang Xiao naturally thought of it.

Once something has been taken to the Chen Family, they might think it was intended as a gift for them, and taking it back would be somewhat awkward.

He shook his head, “No, they won’t. If it were a gift for the Chen Family, I would have made it clear. If not specified, they understand.”

He grew up with Chen Yin, and he was quite familiar with the Chen Family, so there was no such problem.

Only then did Chiang Xiao nod her head.

There were still a few snacks left in her space, which Chiang Songhai and Ge Liutao had specially left for her to eat, so they were not placed in the packaging box.