A beautiful summer night

As the saying goes, a little quarrel is good for the relationship.

It wasn't exactly noisy.

But because of Xia Wanzhi's unhappiness, because of Xie Qiyan's honesty, and because of a heartfelt confession.

The two are now so affectionate, just like a newlywed couple.

Especially since I slept with her all night last night.

This morning, Xia Wanzhi was caught red-handed by Xia Yongqing when she came out of Xie Qiyan's room.

Just as she was awkwardly wondering how to defend herself, Ms. Ross suddenly appeared and gave her a thumbs up: "You have the style of your mother back in the day!"

Xia Yongqing couldn't bear to watch, but said nothing, and with a heart attack, he pulled Ms. Ross away.

The next day was old Richard's birthday. He didn't like big celebrations, and he didn't invite a single outsider. The whole family celebrated together.

Every year on his birthday, Richard would invite his wife, Ms. Joshua, to waltz, a tradition that began the year they fell in love and continues to this day.

Xia Wanzhi has never missed an old man Richard's birthday since she can remember.

Every year when old man Richard and Ms. Joshu dance together, Comrade Xia Yongqing and Ms. Rose would also join in the fun and enjoy the romance.

For so long, Xia Wanzhi has always been the one sitting on the chair eating dog food (a Chinese slang term for witnessing public displays of affection).

But not this year.

If you were to ask her what love is...

She would answer—

Her maternal grandparents, her father and mother.

They are the best embodiment of love.

At this moment, looking at herself in Xie Qiyan's eyes, she thought to herself, "So it is with me and Xie Qiyan."

Soothing music flowed from the record player, and three generations, from the elderly to the middle-aged to the young, looked at their loved ones, immersed in the music and in each other's loving gazes.

As the music ended, Richard gently kissed his wife's forehead.

Ms. Ross smiled and planted a light kiss on Xia Yongqing's cheek.

Young people are full of vigor and vitality.

Unable to control his love, Xie Qiyan lowered his head and kissed Xia Wanzhi's lips.

“Cough cough cough—” Xia Yongqing interrupted.

Xia Wanzhi snapped out of her daze and realized she was being watched: "..."

Xie Qiyan looked at Xia Wanzhi with a smile. Xia Wanzhi's cheeks flushed red. Even if she was shameless towards Xie Qiyan, she still couldn't help but feel shy in front of her family. She buried herself in Xie Qiyan's arms and pretended to be dead.

Everyone was in a good mood today. Old man Richard brought out his treasured wine and drank heartily. Except for Mrs. George, who didn't drink, everyone else had a little.

Xia Wanzhi knew her alcohol tolerance and didn't want to get drunk, so after toasting old man Richard and wishing him a happy birthday, she drank some other fruit juices to satisfy her cravings.

It was late at night. On the terrace of the manor, Xie Qiyan loosened his tie to let the air out and sober up, while Xia Yongqing, who was also dressed in a suit, stood beside him.

Both of them were a little drunk, and it wasn't until they had been standing for a while that Xia Yongqing spoke up: "You're quite capable, kid. You did a good job with the self-inflicted injury ruse."

As is customary, Xie Qiyan will certainly be investigated.

Being a prospective grandson-in-law or prospective son-in-law isn't something that comes easily.

But the women in the house are all sentimental, and they softened when they heard about Xie Qiyan's tragic childhood.

Xie Qiyan's move completely won over the hearts of the women in the household.

"I wouldn't dare, it's Grandma who wants to hear it," Xie Qiyan stated the facts.

Xia Yongqing snorted coldly.

The weather was cool, and the two of them were sobered up by the wind. Xia Yongqing didn't want to say anything else, only instructing them: "Take good care of her."

Xia Wanzhi's parents could tell how much she liked Xie Qiyan.

Now, they could truly feel Xie Qiyan's feelings for Xia Wanzhi.

Xie Qiyan nodded solemnly: "Father-in-law, rest assured."

Xia Yongqing kicked him: "You brat!"

Xie Qiyan laughed out loud: "I will."

Xia Yongqing waved his hand, telling him to leave quickly and not stand in his way.

A daughter is meant to stay at home forever; no matter how reluctant he was, he had to help her achieve her goals.

Moreover, he knew that he was being dramatic and jealous.

But now he's come to terms with it; having more Xie Qiyans means having more people to be filial.

Most importantly, his precious daughter is being taken good care of, which reduces his worries.

Back in the room, Xie Qiyan took off his tie and threw it on the bed. His mind seemed a little dazed, but his eyes looked clear. In fact, he didn't even see anyone next to him.

He slowly took off his suit jacket, then unbuttoned his shirt, and finally pulled out his belt...

It almost ended in a cold and refreshing state.

If Xia Wanzhi hadn't covered her eyes and shouted, he probably wouldn't have noticed that Xia Wanzhi was in the room.

"You..." Xie Qiyan woke up, his body was full of heat, and his reaction was a few beats slower. By the time he covered himself up, Xia Wanzhi told him that he had seen almost everything.

Xie Qiyan, with a drunken expression, put his clothes back on and then looked like he had been taken advantage of: "I can't let this go unpunished, Teacher Xia, you have to take full responsibility for me."

Xia Wanzhi blushed, jumped up and rushed in front of him, grabbing his chin arrogantly: "It's your own fault for not looking where you're going. You came in and started taking off your clothes. I'm such a pretty girl, and you can't even see me sitting there!"

Xie Qiyan naturally put his arm around her, rested his chin on her hand, his eyes filled with affection, and his tone was full of tenderness: "I can't see you, but you can see me."

She saw him, but remained silent.

It wasn't until he gradually removed the fabric from his body and she had finished admiring it that she realized the next scene was a limited-edition one, and suddenly she realized it was inappropriate for a young girl. She screamed and stopped him.

She has the guts, but when it really comes down to it, she'll chicken out.

Xia Wanzhi wasn't ashamed at being exposed; instead, she poked his still-unbuttoned chest with a righteous air: "What? You won't let me see? I'll see, so what? I'm your girlfriend, what's yours is mine, I have the right to—"

The last syllable was drowned out by a strong breath. Xie Qiyan lowered his head and captured her chattering red lips, his movements rough and hurried, pulling her back repeatedly.

The bed is right behind me.

He sat down, taking Xia Wanzhi with him.

Perhaps because he had been drinking, Xie Qiyan lost his composure, his hot breath spraying on Xia Wanzhi's neck, and his wet kisses landing on her neck.

All the way down.

Traces were left.

Xia Wanzhi gripped his arm tightly, her eyes somewhat unfocused and her mind a little fuzzy.

"Xie Qiyan..."

Upon hearing this, Xie Qiyan abruptly stopped.

Xia Wanzhi was being held by him and sitting on his lap.

After stopping, he let go, lay down on the bed, and looked up at Xia Wanzhi, whose face was flushed from his kisses.

He suddenly burst out laughing.

Xia Wanzhi licked her lips and slapped his thigh: "What are you laughing at?"

Xie Qiyan grabbed her soft hand and squeezed it, reminding her, "If you touch it again, it'll be your turn to help me."

Xia Wanzhi didn't want to understand immediately.

But he lay there, making no attempt to conceal it.

Show it to her openly.

The conditions are excellent.

Xia Wanzhi's breathing almost stopped.