When the pregnant wife frowned due to morning sickness, the whole family of the tycoon took turns co

Fu Shengyang carried her back to bed. An Xiaoyue blushed and her heart was pounding.

As the warm breath drew near, she instinctively gripped the blanket beneath her.

He kissed her forehead, kissed her eyes, and gently sucked on her slightly swollen lips against the tip of his nose.

Those magical lips landed on her collarbone, and a shiver ran through her body.

Unable to withstand such intense stimulation, An Xiaoyue's clenched teeth slightly parted, and she let out a soft moan...

After it was all over, Fu Shengyang held her in his arms with satisfaction, showering her with kisses on her trembling nape and smooth back.

He loved every single part of it.

He simply kissed her lightly or heavily, without making any other moves.

"Are you feeling unwell?" Fu Shengyang's low, husky voice echoed in the quiet room.

"No." Her voice was damp with the afterglow of lovemaking, and she was languid, not wanting to move at all.

"Do you like this?"

Why does Fu Shengyang keep asking her this question tonight?

An Xiaoyue thought of what had just happened, pursed her swollen lips, and stopped talking.

"If she doesn't say anything, I'll assume Xiaoyue likes it."

His voice was deep and husky, with a hint of amusement.

"Don't sleep, rest for a bit, I'll carry you and wash you, then you can drink some water before you sleep."

"Okay," she obediently replied.

Fu Shengyang took her slender white hand and kissed it, saying with emotion, "Xiaoyue is such a good girl."

An Xiaoyue slept exceptionally well that night.

Perhaps it was because she was too tired today, or perhaps it was the subtle change between her and Fu Shengyang that made her feel at ease.

As the Lunar New Year approaches, the snow quietly melts, nourishing the hibernating earth.

It's not cold when it snows, but it's exceptionally cold when the snow melts.

Fu Shengyang got up and pressed the curtain remote.

The morning chill was kept out of the house, and the interior was warm.

He turned around, his eyes filled with tender love.

On the bed, An Xiaoyue was fast asleep, her fair and smooth face and delicate features.

One day, he safely sheltered a woman under his wing.

He was determined to prove himself.

His love was different from what others described.

He loves her and wants her to be happy and do what she loves.

only......

Fu Shengyang lay back on the bed and quietly looked at the sleeping person.

Between "The Narrow Gate" and a mobile phone, she chose the mobile phone.

When does Xiaoyue have time to read?

Ideals and feelings are two different things; the person he falls for is the rational type.

He's not in a hurry. He loves her, and as long as she doesn't disappear, that's enough.

After that night, An Xiaoyue felt that things had become much more natural between her and Fu Shengyang.

As for the fact that An Jiaren was the missing young lady of the Leng family for more than 20 years, no one mentioned it.

Everyone tacitly forgot about it.

An Xiaoyue saw that Uncle Fu led people to decorate Fu Garden every day to welcome the New Year, with lanterns and decorations everywhere, creating a festive atmosphere.

She was also intrigued. "Sheng Yang, if he's born lucky, where will he live? Will he share a room with us?"

Fu Shengyang chuckled, "You're only thinking about the child's room now? Aren't you a little slow?"

The weather is cold, so she doesn't like to move around much. Her only exercise every day is Pilates, and her face has visibly become a little rounder.

Fu Shengyang always liked to pinch the soft flesh on her cheeks, and he did it again while they were talking.

As a mother, she seems a bit slow.

Apart from the first time she went to a baby store with Fu Shengyang and bought some newborn supplies, she hasn't bought anything since.

She smiled shyly, placing her hand on her lower abdomen.

“Lucky, don’t listen to him. I’m busy making sure you eat and sleep well so you can grow up properly. Aunt Lingxi said she’ll take us to buy a stroller tomorrow.”

She looked at Fu Shengyang proudly, tilted her head and said, "I wasn't prepared, but I have helpers."

Fu Shengyang couldn't stand her smug look, so he leaned close to her lips and gave her a heavy, punishing kiss.

“It’s lucky that we’re here by the water. But it won’t be safe once we’re older. I’m thinking of moving to another house.”

Fu Garden has many empty courtyards. In the past, the Fu family was very large and lived a lively life.

By the time of Grandpa Fu's generation, during the war-torn era, powerful families like the Fu family were the backbone of the resistance.

The Fu family contributed money, effort, and manpower; there were six siblings, but in the end, only Grandpa Fu survived.

After Susie passed away, Fu Yixiu became a nun, and Fu Wantang got married, Fu Garden became deserted.

Hearing that they were going to move to a different courtyard, An Xiaoyue was happy to agree. "We'll choose a courtyard that's close to Grandpa's Songtao Garden, so it'll be convenient for Grandpa to see Xingyun every day."

He was certain that An Xiaoyue would say that.

A warm feeling washed over Fu Shengyang as he gently stroked her nose. "There's a reason why Grandpa likes you so much."

"Why do you say that?" An Xiaoyue asked, puzzled.

Fu Shengyang didn't answer her question, but took her hand and walked outside. "Come on, I'll show you the new courtyard."

The courtyard faces south and is backed by mountains. In front of the courtyard gate is the living lotus pond of Fu Garden.

“Grandpa feeds the fish in the pavilion every day, and in the summer he transplants lotus flowers into the pond. In the evening, the sky is filled with the glow of sunset. You will love the scenery here,” Fu Shengyang told Xiaoyue.

This is the beautiful pond scenery that she didn't have time to appreciate when she first entered Fu Garden.

Back then, Fu Shengyang had long legs and walked ahead with big strides, and she followed in his footsteps.

now......

An Xiaoyue lowered her eyes, her gaze falling on Fu Shengyang's large hands.

His palm enveloped her hand; it was Fu Shengyang who led her here, and they walked in step with each other.

A slight thrill rose in her heart, and Fu Shengyang was accommodating her pace.

Fu Shengyang suddenly ruffled her hair, his gentle tone filled with unspeakable pleasure, "Were you listening to me?"

Caught off guard with her wandering thoughts, she immediately admitted her mistake with great sincerity, saying, "Say it again, and I promise I'll listen carefully."

Fu Shengyang wasn't annoyed. He was exceptionally patient when he was with Xiaoyue.

"This pond was designed and built by master craftsmen a hundred years ago. It contains flowing water, but there is a mechanism here."

As Fu Shengyang spoke, he placed her hand on the foot of the stone lion sculpture by the pond.

"Once this mechanism is turned, the incoming water will be blocked, and the water in the pond will be instantly sucked into the river in front of the gate."

An Xiaoyue understood. "I get it. You mean if something falls down, remember to press here."

Fu Shengyang raised an eyebrow slightly. "You're not stupid after all."

An Xiaoyue pouted slightly, "I just haven't seen it before."

Fu Shengyang stroked the back of her hand with his fingertips, his dark eyes filled with love, "Let's go into the courtyard and take a look."

The gate to the courtyard was a threshold that was only knee-high. Without anyone's help, Xingyun couldn't get out on her own. "This design is excellent."

Fu Shengyang agreed, "The old craftsmen of the past had ingenious ideas."

The two held hands, stepped over the threshold together, and entered the courtyard.

The waterside pavilion is quiet and elegant, while the residence in front of us is spacious and bright, grand in every way, yet warm and inviting upon closer inspection.

The entire courtyard was leveled and paved with bluestone slabs.

A rectangular container made of red bricks was built under the courtyard wall, and the dark brown soil was new.

What should we plant here?

“You can plant flowers or vegetables, whatever you like. If Lucky Elementary School has to do a labor class assignment, let him plant radishes, sweet potatoes, potatoes, lemon trees, anything you like.”

An Xiaoyue clicked her tongue, thinking that Fu Shengyang was thinking too far ahead.

The courtyard still smelled of fresh wood, and the railing under the eaves had clearly been reinforced and repaired.

There are rooms at the front of the courtyard and on the east and west sides.

Fu Shengyang explained that the east side is Lucky's room and study, while the west side is the living quarters for the childcare workers.

An Xiaoyue stood in the courtyard, full of anticipation for the future, hoping that she would be lucky enough to play and run around here.

very nice.

"The courtyard doesn't have a name. Think about it and come up with one."

"Unaware of spring."

An Xiaoyue imagined the corner of the wall filled with all sorts of plants, the lotus pond in front of the yard fragrant with scents, and fish swimming around.

With such a thriving scene, who can still distinguish between spring, summer, autumn, and winter?

“Okay, I’ll have Grandpa write the words and find someone to make a plaque for the door.”

Inside the main house, apart from the living room, there is a sitting room on one side and a tea room and study combined on the other side.

The study and tea room are spacious, and the office and reading areas are well-designed.

"The study was designed according to our habits. We'll move in when Xingyun is born," Fu Shengyang said with a confident smile. "The newly redesigned layout uses all solid wood and mortise and tenon joints, without any glue. It should be fine after about six months of airing out."

The two were happily touring the room when Fu Shengyang's phone suddenly rang.

"Grandpa, what's the matter?"

“Your aunt and uncle are here. Come to Songtao Garden.”