After playing three games of chess with her grandfather, she was defeated miserably. Although her grandfather did not let her lose too badly, she was still very unhappy. She looked like a defeated rooster, listless and completely out of spirits.
So when Si Yiyan came to the hospital, she was crawling on the coffee table in frustration, still trying to figure out why she always lost to her grandfather.
A hint of smile flashed across Si Yiyan's eyes: "Grandpa came over just now?"
After getting the marriage certificate, he officially started calling him grandpa.
Wen Xinya said frustratedly: "He defeated me three games in a row."
She has been losing to her grandfather for more than ten years, and she doesn’t know when she will be able to beat him once.
Si Yiyan patted her head and comforted her: "It's okay, I will win it back for you next time."
His eyes fell on the delicate crape myrtle in the vase not far away. His expression paused slightly, and then he looked away.
Wen Xinya was indeed very happy.
Si Yiyan asked casually, "Crape myrtle flowers are pretty."
Wen Xinya's attention was always on the chessboard. She said calmly, "Yes, Senior Zhong gave it to me."
"Although Zhong Rufeng did not participate in Plan S, he has made a lot of contributions in coordinating political work. When Plan S is completed, his political career will probably be further advanced."
As a man, Si Yiyan actually admires Zhong Rufeng very much.
Wen Xinya put the white chess piece in her hand into the chess box and said with a half-smile, "Oh, really? Then I should really congratulate him someday."
Under her teasing gaze, Si Yiyan remained calm: "Why don't we treat him to a meal together? Congratulations to him on his bright political career, and also a way to thank him for taking care of you over the years."
"I think it would be more sincere to save this meal for the wedding banquet."
Si Yiyan's shamelessness is simply outrageous. It is obvious that he has other intentions when he invited Zhong Rufeng to dinner.
They had obtained the marriage certificate and were even pregnant, but he was still upset with Zhong Rufeng. Wen Xinya was speechless.
"Well, whatever you say is what it is." Si Yiyan smiled, agreeing with her words.
In fact, the reason why he had always been resentful towards Zhong Rufeng was not because of the close friendship between him and Xinya, but for other reasons.
He had always known that Mr. Mo had a junior whom he admired very much, Zhong Rufeng. So when he accidentally saw the photos of Xinya and Zhong Rufeng on the forum of Lanfeng College that year, he developed a strong sense of crisis and immediately dropped his work and returned home.
Sure enough, although it was not obvious that Mr. Mo and Mr. Zhong intended to control Xinya and Zhong Rufeng, how could they hide it from Si Yiyan, who was so smart that he was almost a demon
Mr. Mo is happy to see Zhong Rufeng succeed.
However, Mr. Mo was extremely picky about him.
Obviously, in Mo Gong's heart, he recognized Zhong Rufeng more.
This is a question of male dignity.
Well, as a man, Si Yiyan would not admit it, and he was quite bothered by it.
Wen Xinya couldn't help but burst out laughing. Even being jealous can be so sinister. Mr. Xia Si, you really are worthy of being called the Eternal Dark One who has been practicing for ten thousand years!
Despite her obvious teasing, Si Yiyan remained calm.
So, Wen Xinya touched her nose in boredom and consciously changed the subject: "Yan, I have something to discuss with you!"
Her eyes were serious. Si Yiyan pulled her into his arms, bit her ear gently and said, "Well, I'm listening!"
Wen Xinya gently stroked her flat belly, where a much-anticipated little life was being nurtured: "If this child can be born smoothly, I want to adopt him to the Mo family and inherit the Mo family's incense." She raised her eyes and looked at Si Yiyan, with a thin mist in her calm eyes: "I don't want the Mo family to be extinct and the incense to be cut off."
She had thought about this problem a long time ago.
After Jin Yu was born, she became more determined in her ideas.
There are three types of unfilial behavior, and the worst is to have no descendants.
Although my grandfather was not a pedantic person, some things were engraved in his bones. A hundred years later, there was no one left behind, and the huge family business was cut off from his descendants. From then on, the Mo family's inheritance completely disappeared in the torrent of time. Who can understand this sad feeling
Si Yiyan gently stroked the top of her head: "Since you have made up your mind, I will discuss it with grandpa some other day."
Si Yiyan naturally supported her decision.
The child was just adopted into the Mo family and changed his surname to Mo. In the future, he will inherit the Mo family's incense. These are just formalities. In essence, he is still their child. Blood ties cannot be separated, and there is no need for him to stop it.
Besides, he didn't want the Mo family's incense to be extinguished after a hundred years of Mr. Mo's death.
Wen Xinya held his hand and said: "Yan..."
She seemed to be hesitant to speak.
"You're daydreaming again." Si Yiyan pinched her nose lightly, a smile flashing in his eyes. "Grandpa protected me in the past. He was like a reborn child. I have always regarded him as a relative over the years. Besides... Mr. Mo is highly respected in the literary world and is known as a saint of the time. There are countless people in the world who want to send their descendants to Mr. Mo to be taught by him. This brat in your belly can be raised by Mr. Mo and inherit the Mo family's incense. It is simply a blessing that you have cultivated for three lifetimes."
After she became pregnant, Xinya became more sensitive and a little nitpicky, which made him quite helpless.
Regarding the adoption, he respected Xinya's decision.
Wen Xinya pouted and couldn't help but glare at him: "How do you know that the baby in my belly is a boy?"
She was young and her fetus was unstable, so it was difficult to determine the gender of the baby through photography at this time. In addition, she had no plan to know the gender of the baby before it was born.
Whether it is a boy or a girl will only be a surprise after the baby is born.
After all, for them, no matter whether the child is a man or a woman, they will love him or her well.
I have to say that in this regard, Mo Yunyao and Wen Xinya, mother and daughter, are surprisingly similar, and even their ideas are exactly the same.
I was just worrying about adoption, and the next moment I was worrying about the baby's gender.
Si Yiyan looked at her with a thin face and said, "He's not even born yet, but he's already torturing his mother. What else can he be but a bad boy? Girls are their mothers' little cotton-padded jackets, they can't be that naughty."
After saying that, he stared at Wen Xinya's belly with a somewhat unfriendly look.
But in his heart he was thinking, after the child is born, how should he teach this bad boy who has caused his mother so much trouble a lesson, how should he educate him, as a man, he should learn to protect his mother and not let her suffer.
Wen Xinya burst out laughing. The man's thinking was really strange: "Nonsense, the child is still so young, how can you torture me? Besides, how can you not suffer when you are pregnant!"
Now she said that even if the child would torment her again, she would be happy with it.
Si Yiyan looked at her with her head lowered, her half jade-like neck half bent, her skin as white as cream, as smooth as jade, presenting a graceful curve. The most touching thing was the gentleness of her lowered head, which made her look so shy.
For a moment I couldn't take my eyes away.