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Chapter 15: Seeking Fortune, Difficult to Have Children
Qin Mohuai’s cold and stern gaze gradually softened. “Baby, sometimes I really don’t know what goes on in that little head of yours.”
In her mind, Xia Yuan silently thought: Probably thinking about how you can’t perform.
The tall, handsome man stood up and pulled the girl, who had been sitting alone on the stone bench, into his arms. Her small, plump figure had gained a little weight, but her waist seemed even slimmer—one hand was enough to fully wrap around it.
Qin Mohuai had made a pact with Xia Yuan: other than during her ovulation period, he’d let her rest and not push for children.
Over two weeks of rest? Perfect!
Xia Yuan hooked her delicate, pale wrist around his neck and gave him a kiss. Leaning into his chest, the tight-fitting qipao she wore highlighted her enchanting, curvy figure. Her lovely face, with its warm glow, nestled against her dark, misty hair, her sweet breath teasing, and her bold, red lips inviting a kiss.
Qin Mohuai squinted his eyes. No kissing. If he kissed those lips of hers, neither of them would be sleeping tonight.
“I won’t touch you tonight, but… could you touch me? You know I have a thing at night—just holding you without doing anything will drive me crazy.”
“No way, we agreed on the rules earlier,” Xia Yuan said, alarms ringing in her head, as she pulled away from his hand and walked quickly ahead.
Later that night.
After finishing his shower, Qin Mohuai casually dried his damp blue hair and stood in front of Xia Yuan, flexing his muscles. After spending so much time together, he was well aware of the effect his body had on her.
Sure enough, her eyes drifted away from her computer and landed on him.
Ha, was the computer really more interesting than him?
He deliberately pulled down his gray pajama pants just a bit—just enough to not show his underwear. His cool, white skin revealed prominent veins, and the deep, sexy lines of his V-shape disappeared into his waistband, stirring up all kinds of thoughts.
“Baby, we might not be trying for a child tonight, but are you really not going to give me some pre-sleep couple time?” His voice was low, but he sounded justified.
“I’m not saying no.”
Xia Yuan closed her laptop and, after some hesitation, sat on Qin Mohuai’s lap. Her cheek brushed against his chest muscles as she leaned in.
Hmm… so firm.
Qin Mohuai really had some “motherly” potential.
Despite having several years of relationship experience, Xia Yuan’s past boyfriends were all distant, and she had yet to even lose her first kiss. She had no clue what a real relationship was like. Qin Mohuai, ever the opportunist, filled her head with the idea that couples needed intimate exchanges before bed. Dizzy and naive, she fell for it. As she was kissed into a daze, her legs going weak, she couldn’t help but think how exhausting love could be.
No wonder people always said falling in love took half your life away.
The next morning, Qin Mohuai and Xia Yuan woke early to visit Qingyun Temple and seek fortune for having a child.
Xia Yuan felt refreshed, though her thin, pale wrists were a bit sore.
The stairs leading to the temple were steep, and the two walked hand in hand. Halfway up, Xia Yuan started to slow down.
Qin Mohuai, dressed in a crisp white shirt and black trousers, looked elegant and poised. He glanced at her with nothing but affection in his eyes. “Do you need me to carry you?”
When Grandma fell ill, Xia Yuan stayed at the hospital for a whole month without feeling tired. She used to be quite resilient, but after just half a year with Qin Mohuai, she had become so pampered. It was really…
Xia Yuan said, “Seeking a child requires sincerity. I’ll walk by myself.”
Qin Mohuai’s Adam’s apple bobbed as his voice grew tender and hoarse. “It’s been hard on you, darling. We only need this one child. I wouldn’t dare ask you to endure another hardship.”
Xia Yuan playfully scolded, “I’m doing this willingly. How could it be considered suffering?”
After they had offered their respects to the Guanyin of Childbirth, they went to draw a fortune slip.
On their way, they encountered a middle-aged couple who seemed to know Qin Mohuai. They walked over to greet him.
“Mr. Gu, Mrs. Gu,” Qin Mohuai acknowledged them.
Seeing that the couple had no intention of speaking to her, Xia Yuan stood by Qin Mohuai’s side, playing the role of a decorative accessory.
The Gu couple exchanged a few words with Qin Mohuai before leaving.
Mrs. Gu remarked, “That girl beside Qin Mohuai doesn’t look like the eldest daughter of the Ouyang family.”
Mr. Gu replied, “I heard he was seeing someone. Seems the rumors were true.”
Mrs. Gu thought, Clearly, they’re here to seek a child. The Qin family is so prominent; it’s understandable that he wants a child to solidify his position as heir. But why go through such lengths? Didn’t Old Master Qin choose Ouyang Jing as his granddaughter-in-law because of her high fertility?
Xia Yuan handed the fortune slip to the temple monk for interpretation.
Knowing the identity of his distinguished guests, the monk hesitated before saying, “According to the slip… it seems you don’t have a destiny for children. But if you’re sincere, there might still be a slim chance!”
He was in agony inside.
Lying would betray the Buddha and his conscience. Not lying might mean losing a substantial donation from a wealthy benefactor.
Xia Yuan thought it was fate. The system had already told her that this body was infertile. Now the monk’s interpretation affirmed that even the gods of this world couldn’t grant her a child.
Qin Mohuai’s jaw tightened. His lips were pressed into a straight line. Seeing Xia Yuan on the verge of tears, he quickly wrapped her in his arms and left the main hall, forgetting about the monk and the fortune slip.
In the quiet of the temple, the delicate beauty leaned against him, silently shedding tears, making Qin Mohuai’s heart ache.
“Sweetheart, why are you crying? Does it matter what the monk says? Do all the good fortunes he interprets come true? As long as you don’t believe it, it’s not real. We’re healthy, and as long as we prepare well, we’ll have a child eventually.”
“Even if we’re not destined to have a child, I won’t leave you. If something were to happen and you had to find another man to have a child, the heavens would strike me down with lightning. Why are you crying? I should be the one crying. What if you find another man to have a child with?”
Xia Yuan couldn’t help but smile through her tears. Even now, he was still making playful remarks.
Qin Mohuai took out a handkerchief to wipe her tears. “It’s okay, darling. I’m here for you.”
Xia Yuan looked at him with a mix of sadness and longing. “But I want to have a mini version of you. Honey, I just want to have a baby with you.”
His words struck Qin Mohuai like a slam dunk in a basketball game, leaving him breathless and deeply moved.
System: Affection value increased by 88!
Qin Mohuai had another reason for bringing Xia Yuan to the temple.
He received a set of blessed jade Buddhist beads from a revered monk and put them on Xia Yuan.
Dressed in a delicate pink qipao, her flawless skin contrasted beautifully with the bright, serene beads around her neck, highlighting her unique and ethereal charm, as if she were a beloved little deity.
Xia Yuan was stunned. “You didn’t mention buying me Buddhist beads. This is too precious.”
Qin Mohuai explained, “These aren’t for sale. They’re part of my grandmother’s dowry. If she were still alive, she would have given them to you herself.”
His smile was gentle and refined, but his heart was clouded with dark thoughts. His desire for a child wasn’t just to secure his heir’s position but also to bind her to him.
Xia Yuan seemed like a mushroom, drifting outside the rules of the world. Sometimes he felt he completely possessed her, and other times, he feared losing her, unable to enter her world.