My Taoist nun girlfriend is from the Republic of China era, 1942.

Chapter 104 What should Lu Yuan do if he feels uncomfortable?
After finishing her exams, Song Jia was like a monkey freed from its shackles, completely letting loose and being herself.

He would run over to Lu Yuan every few days, ostensibly to visit Chen Xiaomiao, but in reality, he was more eager than anyone else to freeload.

That afternoon, the doorbell rang as usual.

Chen Xiaomiao opened the door, and Song Jia walked in dejectedly, looking like she had no bones. She slumped into the sofa and sighed deeply.

"What's wrong, Sister Song Jia?" Chen Xiaomiao poured her a glass of water and, seeing her listless appearance, asked curiously, "Did you fail the exam?"

"It would be better if I failed the exam, at least I'd have some peace and quiet." Song Jia took the water glass and waved her hand weakly, "It's even worse than failing the exam."

She gulped down a mouthful of water, slammed the cup down on the coffee table, and gritted her teeth.

"My mom's gone crazy! She's forcing me to go on blind dates!"

"Blind date?"

Upon hearing this, Chen Xiaomiao showed no sympathy but instead beamed with joy: "That's a good thing! You're not getting any younger, it's time to find a husband!"

In her simple value system, Lu Yuan, at twenty-two and still unmarried, was considered an older single man, let alone a twenty-three-year-old girl like Song Jia.

Men can still be decent even if they're older, but if a woman becomes an old maid, then no one will want her anymore, what a waste.

Song Jia almost choked, glaring at Chen Xiaomiao as if she were a class enemy: "What's so good about it! I'm only twenty-three! Twenty-three!"

The best years of my life have just begun; I don't want to jump into the grave of marriage so early!

"Grave?" Chen Xiaomiao didn't understand the metaphor, but felt it was unlucky, muttering under her breath, "Why do you say such unlucky things..."

Lu Yuan put down his tablet and asked, "Who did your mother introduce you to? How could someone drive you to this point?"

Song Jia leaned back on the sofa, slumped against the backrest, and said with a look of utter despair, "The other party is twenty-six, a returnee from Europe, and is preparing to start a business in China."

The two families are old acquaintances and wanted to play matchmaker... My mom is now completely determined; she said if I don't go to meet her this week, she'll make me move out.

Chen Xiaomiao was peeling an orange when she paused, asking curiously, "What kind of turtle is a 'sea turtle'? A big sea turtle?"

"Pfft—" Lu Yuan almost spat out the water he had just taken a sip of.

Song Jia was also taken aback, then pinched and rubbed Chen Xiaomiao's cheeks: "She's a returnee! Not a sea turtle! She's someone who studied abroad and then came back to our own country!"

Upon hearing this, Chen Xiaomiao's expression changed drastically, and she began to earnestly persuade him.

"Sister Song Jia, you really need to think this through. You have to be careful when choosing a man; you can't be careless!"

Lu Yuan shook his head as he watched from the side. Chen Xiaomiao was such a feudal old man; she could change her mind faster than flipping through a book.

After seeing off the sighing Song Jia, the room returned to silence.

Chen Xiaomiao took the water glass that Song Jia had drunk from to the kitchen to wash it clean, and then wiped the coffee table with a rag before sitting down on the sofa.

Lu Yuan remained in the same position, leaning back on the sofa and scrolling through his tablet. The light from the screen reflected on his face, creating an uneven glow.

She glanced at Lu Yuan, hesitant to speak, but after holding back for a long time, she finally couldn't help but speak.

"Lu Yuan."

She shifted her position, getting closer: "Why doesn't Sister Song Jia want to get married? Whenever you mention that...that big sea turtle, it's like you've seen an enemy."

Lu Yuan put the tablet aside and corrected, "It's 'returnee from overseas,' not 'sea turtle.'"

"It's pretty much the same."

Chen Xiaomiao waved her hand, completely unconcerned about such a detail; she was concerned about something else entirely.

"That man sounds like a good catch—good-looking, well-educated, and rich… Back in our day, people would be lining up to propose marriage. Why is Sister Song Jia being so picky?"

In her view, what a woman wants most in her life is a stable home.

If you have a man to shelter you from the wind and rain, and a few children to carry on the family line, then your life is complete.

Song Jia, on the other hand, turned away a perfect marriage offer that was offered to her.

"Times have changed."

Lu Yuan brought up this universally applicable excuse again.

“In the past, women married for a long-term meal ticket and a place to settle down. Because they couldn’t go out and earn money on their own, they couldn’t survive without a man.”

Lu Yuan carefully chose his words: "But Song Jia has read so many books, and she can pass the imperial examination and become an official in the future. She can earn enough money to eat and drink, and buy beautiful clothes... She doesn't need to rely on a man to support her, so getting married is not something she has to do."

Chen Xiaomiao only half understood what she was hearing. She tilted her head and thought for a moment: "Then... if you don't get married, what will you do when you get old? You won't have anyone to care for you, and you won't have any children to bring you tea or water. You'll be so lonely and miserable."

"If all else fails, you can go to a nursing home. As long as you pay, there will be people to take care of you."

"How can outsiders be treated the same as your own children?" Chen Xiaomiao immediately retorted, "My master said, 'Raise children to provide for old age, and store grain to prepare for famine!'"

"The logic is sound, but the cost of raising a child is also high."

Lu Yuan changed his perspective: "Think about it, once you have a child, you have to worry about his studies, his job, his marriage... you'll have to revolve around him your whole life."

Many people nowadays do the math and believe that raising children is not worthwhile.

"Not worth it? No way!"

Chen Xiaomiao shook her head, clearly unable to accept treating raising children as a "business transaction."

"I don't care about others, I'm definitely willing to have children."

She raised her head, her eyes revealing a stubbornness: "My master always said that a person should leave something behind in this world after living a lifetime."

Unlike you, I haven't read so many books and have such profound knowledge.

I'm just a country girl. My biggest wish in this life is to have a child with my husband, and then raise that child well. That way, my life won't have been in vain.

Lu Yuan tightened his grip on her hand, his fingertips unconsciously stroking the back of her hand. Suddenly, with a clever move, he pulled her directly into his arms.

"oops!"

Chen Xiaomiao exclaimed in surprise and fell onto Lu Yuan's lap, her back pressed firmly against his warm chest.

Lu Yuan lowered his head, his warm breath brushing against her sensitive earlobe.

"Since you're willing to have my baby, then I won't be polite, will I?"

Chen Xiaomiao's face flushed bright red instantly, the redness spreading from her cheeks all the way to the base of her neck.

"Please...please don't touch me yet..." Chen Xiaomiao lowered her head, only daring to look at her toes.

She was wearing a new dress, pale yellow with tiny white flowers scattered on the hem.

The skirt wasn't long, just reaching her calves. Now that she was sitting on Lu Yuan's lap, the hem of the skirt rode up, revealing a section of her fair calves and her round, delicate knees.

Lu Yuan didn't say anything more, he just held her and gently rested his chin on her fluffy curly hair.

The fresh scent of shampoo mixed with the sweet, soft fragrance unique to young women kept wafting into his nose, more potent than any bewitching perfume.

The room was quiet, with only the sound of their breathing and heartbeats.

At first, Chen Xiaomiao was stiff all over, like a wooden stake.

Lu Yuan simply held her and didn't do anything more outrageous. Only then did her tense nerves slowly relax, and she tentatively leaned her body weight against Lu Yuan.

The man's chest was broad and strong, like a mountain, making her feel incredibly safe.

"Lu Yuan."

After a long while, Chen Xiaomiao finally spoke, her voice barely audible.

"Ok?"

Are you really in a rush to have a child?

"I don't know, what about you?"

Lu Yuan chuckled softly and squeezed her palm.

"I don't know either..."

"If you don't know, don't think about it."

Lu Yuan kissed the top of her head: "Anyway, you're mine, it's only a matter of time."

Chen Xiaomiao didn't say anything more, but buried her face even deeper into his chest.

In this world today, there is probably no one who treats her better than Lu Yuan.

Therefore, it should have been a matter of course for her to have a child with Lu Yuan.

"Lu Yuan, I...I want to discuss something with you."

"Huh? Say."

"It's just... about having a baby, could we wait a little longer?"

Lu Yuan's arm around her stiffened, and he sighed with a wry smile.

"Xiao Miao, to be honest, although I'm not a lecherous person, it's getting really uncomfortable to hold you in my arms every night."

“I…I know.” Chen Xiaomiao then said, “Do you remember the day I set up the memorial tablet for my master, I did a divination myself?”

“I remember, I asked you what you were calculating, but you wouldn’t tell me.”

"Back then, I imagined that we would have many children and grandchildren in the future."

As Chen Xiaomiao spoke, her cheeks turned so red they seemed to bleed, but her eyes sparkled with anticipation for the future.

"but……"

"but what?"

Lu Yuan's heart jumped.

"But it's just not the right time yet."

Lu Yuan was stunned, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.

Good grief, this girl has even started telling him that secrets of heaven must not be revealed?

Lu Yuan spread his hands: "Alright, since the patriarch has spoken, then we'll listen to the patriarch."

Chen Xiaomiao got off his lap and sat back down on the sofa.

Seeing Lu Yuan's appearance, she felt uneasy, as if she had eaten an unripe green apricot, which was both sour and astringent.

She shifted her position and leaned closer to whisper, "Lu Yuan, are you really that uncomfortable?"

Lu Yuan retorted, "What do you think? Don't you feel anything when you sleep at night?"

Chen Xiaomiao's face flushed red again.

They slept together every night, how could they not feel it?

"Then... how about I move back to my own room to sleep? Anyway, the weather is warm now."

Chen Xiaomiao tentatively proposed a solution.

"no!"

Lu Yuan refused outright, his tone resolute.

What a joke! I've kept her warm in bed for months, and now if I ask her to move out, I'll definitely have insomnia.

Chen Xiaomiao shrank back after being yelled at by Lu Yuan, and dared not bring it up again.

She lowered her head, her two index fingers unconsciously poking at each other, her mind a jumbled mess.

After a long while, she seemed to have finally made up her mind, and raised her head to look at Lu Yuan face to face.

"How about I think of a way for you?"

What method?

"Um……"

Chen Xiaomiao didn't say anything.

Her red lips parted slightly, and her pink tongue danced and twirled inside her mouth.

(End of this chapter)