Desire possesses, unable to escape from the palm of my roommate's uncle

As night fell, Jiang Qiwu brought the dumplings made by Fu Miaoxi to the table.

Following behind him was Fu Miaoxi, who was still wearing an apron.

"Uncle, try it!"

Fu Miaoxi eagerly placed several plates of dumplings on the table: "This one is stuffed with coriander and beef, this one is stuffed with shepherd's purse and pork, this one is stuffed with shrimp, and this one is stuffed with mushrooms and pork..."

"You packed all of this?"

"Yes."

Jiang Qingyan looked at Jiang Qiwu: "What did you do?"

Jiang Qiwu felt a little guilty: "Miss said that the dumplings I made would burst when cooked..."

"Why are you talking about Qiwu? I already told you I want to make dumplings for you, so of course I have to do it myself. And Qiwu helped me chop the stuffing this morning, you know that."

Jiang Qingyan embraced the angry Fu Miaoxi and said, "I didn't say anything to him because I was worried that you would be tired from making so many dumplings."

"There are only about a hundred of them, uncle, try them first."

"Did you often make them before?"

"I made dumplings every year when my grandma was alive. Later, I helped in the kitchen and made dumplings for a while. When I was in high school, I also made dumplings once or twice for activities."

"It seems that there are quite a few people who have this good fortune."

Jiang Qingyan patted the chair beside him and said, "Sit here. Dinner is ready."

He also gestured to Jiang Qiwu who was standing aside: "Sit down."

Jiang Qiwu leaned forward slightly and said, "I'll go push the TV over here first."

The New Year’s Eve dinner for three people was finally not so lonely with the background music of the Spring Festival Gala.

Jiang Qingyan and Jiang Qiwu both felt little about the Chinese New Year; it was just a longer holiday for them.

But this New Year's Eve was a completely different experience for both of them.

The treacherous and deceitful situations in the world of fame and fortune seemed very far away from them at this moment.

The happiest person was Fu Miaoxi. She was chatting with her high school friends on her mobile phone, complaining about the Spring Festival Gala, and explaining to Jiang Qingyan and Jiang Qiwu the funny points that they couldn't understand.

Jiang Qiwu had seen Fu Miaoxi's comedic personality before, but Jiang Qingyan was quite surprised when he saw it for the first time.

If such a lively Fu Miaoxi is always bound by such a boring person like him, she will dry up, right?

Fu Miaoxi was a little confused when she noticed that Jiang Qingyan had been in a bad mood since the banquet at noon today.

After Jiang Qiwu finished cleaning the table and went to the kitchen to wash the dishes, she tugged at Jiang Qingyan's sleeve.

"Uncle, are you unhappy?"

Jiang Qingyan looked at the little girl who came to him, her delicate eyebrows wrinkled, as if she had encountered a very difficult puzzle.

How should he tell her?

He wanted to monopolize every inch of her heart, and he suddenly began to be grateful for the decay of her original family.

If she hadn't been desperate, how would he have had the chance to have her by his side?

He is selfish and despicable. He knows that he doesn't know how to love, but he is too stubborn to let go.

The more he thought about it, the more confused he became. He raised his hand and held Fu Miaoxi in his arms, as if only this could suppress the thoughts that were clamoring for destruction.

"Fu Miaomiao, are you happy living here these past few months?"

When you first came here, you were nervous and would get angry if I gave you a small gift. Now you have started to get used to life here, but if you were given other choices, what would you do?

Fu Miaoxi rested her forehead on Jiang Qingyan's hard chest and felt that he seemed a little unhappy.

Fu Miaoxi grabbed the corner of his clothes and said, "Uncle, thank you for spending the New Year with me. I'm very happy."

She relaxed, leaned in Jiang Qingyan's arms, and expressed her attitude with her actions.

It is dependence and trust.

Even if it has nothing to do with love, I am willing to let him have whatever he wants.

Jiang Qingyan silently rubbed Fu Miaoxi's hair, and a quiet and peaceful atmosphere slowly fermented amid the festive singing and dancing.

"I'll take you skiing in a few days. Your New Year's present should have arrived by then."

"New Year's gift?" Fu Miaoxi straightened up: "But I didn't prepare a New Year's gift for you, my uncle..."

"I don't need anything. The dumplings are well-made and I like them very much. That's enough."

Fu Miaoxi blinked: "Okay, uncle, you are really satisfied."

"I'm so satisfied?" Jiang Qingyan put one hand on Fu Miaoxi's neck, pressing on her artery, feeling the strong vibration of her heartbeat: "I want it, but I'm afraid Fu Miaomiao won't give it to me."

Fu Miaoxi could now understand some of the dangerous hints from men, so she silently shut her mouth.

Nearing twelve o'clock, Jiang Qingyan brought Fu Miaoxi to the corridor of the mansion. There was a wall of smooth and bright floor-to-ceiling windows here, through which one could see outside almost without any obstruction.

"Just let Qiwu light the fireworks, and don't run out. It's late at night, dark and cold."

Fu Miaoxi stood obediently outside the floor-to-ceiling window, waiting for Jiang Qiwu to light the fire.

"When I was little, I always thought, when I have money, I will set up a row of fireworks for every good friend on their birthday and let them go for hours."

Jiang Qingyan was puzzled when she heard this: "Why?"

"Fireworks are really short-lived." Fu Miaoxi looked into the distance, where sporadic fireworks were already exploding. Her tone was hesitant but firm.

"Just like the encounter between people, the acquaintance, understanding, and cherishing of each other, the beauty is fleeting. Being together is the brilliance of this moment, but separation, like the majestic night sky, occupies the main theme of life."

"But that moment of brilliance is enough to overcome the long dark night and countless ghostly eyes, giving people the courage and strength to walk through the long and dark road."

After she finished speaking, she noticed that Jiang Qingyan beside her didn't move. She turned her head and saw that her eyes met Jiang Qingyan's.

It was hard to tell what was in Jiang Qingyan's eyes, but there was no doubt that Fu Miaoxi saw Jiang Qingyan's pity for her.

It is not that those in power look upon ants with the same ruthlessness, but that the gods bend down with compassion to comfort all living beings.

She had not yet become his believer, but he already regarded her as the only living being in his life.

The words of the past sound like a vow in his ears. In this world that he overturned, this person is the common people.

"Uncle..."

Jiang Qingyan stretched out his hand towards her: "My dear Miaomiao, come here."

She walked forward slowly, but Jiang Qingyan seemed unable to wait. When she came closer, he reached out and pulled her into his arms.

One hand was tightly wrapped around her waist, and the other hand slightly lifted Fu Miaoxi's chin, and he kissed her with eagerness and attachment, as if to tell her that it didn't matter if the road was long, he would always be there.

Outside the window, fireworks exploded one after another, rising into the air and breaking into millions of colorful sparks, illuminating the sky above Dongli Mansion as if it were daytime.

It was as gorgeous as a dream, but the touch on her lips told Fu Miaoxi clearly that this was reality, the world she lived in.

It was the person holding her who had woven a fairy tale for her from which he did not want her to wake up or escape.