Country Love: Xie Dajiao, 37, is pregnant!

As they were finishing their meal, Xie Dajiao suddenly remembered something.

"Oh dear, look at my memory! I was so busy eating and chatting that I almost forgot. I hope Yan Nan's room is all tidied up. Don't make sure the young lady is comfortable."

"It was all packed up by the afternoon."

Lin Chen casually replied:

"We reserved the sunny room on the second floor for her, the one with the best lighting, and the bedding was all newly changed."

Xie Xiaomei added:

"Auntie, don't worry about that. That room is close to the bathroom, so it'll be convenient for washing up at night. I'll help you tidy it up in a bit."

Chen Yannan quickly expressed her gratitude:

"You've gone to so much trouble. I can handle it myself. There's really no need for you to go to all this trouble."

"What's the trouble?"

Lin Chen put down his chopsticks and casually picked up Chen Yannan's luggage:

"Come on, I'll show you upstairs to see the room. Just tell me if you need anything or if you're missing anything, don't be shy."

Chen Yannan nodded and obediently followed him toward the stairs.

Stepping lightly on the steps, looking at Lin Chen's broad and steady back in front of her, the flutter in her heart that she had been deliberately suppressing began to stir again.

She kept telling herself, forcing herself to stay awake: He has a boyfriend, I'm here to work, don't overthink things, don't be delusional.

The second floor was quiet and still, without a sound.

Lin Chen pushed open the south-facing door to the master bedroom and turned on the light. The room was bright and clean, and the bed was neatly made, showing that it had been carefully tidied up, making it particularly cozy.

"The wardrobe is empty, all the clothes can be hung up, don't leave them piled up and wrinkled."

Lin Chen put the box in the corner and gave a brief explanation:

"Remember to close the windows when you go to bed at night to avoid catching a cold. There's always hot water available, so it's convenient for showering and washing up."

"Thank you so much, Brother Chen. You've gone to so much trouble."

Chen Yannan stood at the door, looking at her room, and couldn't be more satisfied.

"You don't need to be so formal with me."

Lin Chen smiled, turned around and walked out:

"Then you'll have to clean it up yourself. You've probably worn yourself out these past few days."

Seeing Lin Chen leave, Chen Yannan let out a long sigh of relief. She walked to the door, and the sounds of her family chatting and laughing could be faintly heard, lively and warm.

That little stirring of attraction, like a weed that's secretly sprouting, must be nipped in the bud as soon as possible. That's what she told herself, though whether she could actually do it was another matter.

In no time, the dishes and chopsticks were cleared away, and the table was wiped clean.

Xie Xiaomei and Wang Xiaomeng went upstairs to help her tidy up and see if she needed anything, since women can talk things out more easily.

The windows inside were open, leaving a little bit of the daytime heat; it wasn't stuffy or dry, the temperature was just right.

Chen Yannan opened her suitcase, preparing to take out her clothes for the evening and then take a shower. She really wanted to take a shower, especially after spending most of the day in the orchard.

On top of the luggage was a set of long-sleeved pajamas, the material of which looked thick.

Wang Xiaomeng glanced down at it:

"Yan Nan, if you sleep in this, you'll definitely be covered in sweat by the end of the night."

"I didn't expect it to be this hot at night here. I thought the temperature difference was greater in the mountains."

Upon hearing this, Xie Xiaomei turned around and left for the master bedroom.

A short while later, she returned carrying a transparent bag containing a brand new ice silk nightgown.

The fabric is thin and smooth to the touch. The style is simple and elegant, with a suspender neck and a skirt length that just covers the middle of the thigh. She bought it when she went shopping in the city a while ago. It looked nice at the time, but she hadn't had a chance to wear it and had been keeping it in her closet.

"I happen to have a new set here that I've never worn before."

Xie Xiaomei handed over the nightgown, speaking very frankly:

"This ice silk is super cool to wear in the summer. Just make do with it for now and don't get too hot. You're a bit taller than me, so try it on and see if it works."

Chen Yannan quickly waved her hand to decline, not daring to meet Xie Xiaomei's gaze, feeling ashamed.

"Xiaomei, that won't do! This is a new one you bought, I can't just wear it casually. My long-sleeved outfit is fine, it's really no problem."

"Don't try to talk nonsense with us."

Wang Xiaomeng, standing to the side, smiled and tried to smooth things over, her words revealing the honesty of the villagers:

"Just accept it. If you refuse again, she'll start to wonder if you don't like the clothes."

After the two women pushed and shoved each other for a while, Chen Yannan finally gave in and reluctantly accepted the nightgown.

Touching the cool, soft material through the packaging, I thanked them several times.

The three of them worked for another ten minutes or so. Before leaving, they told her to just call them if she needed anything. Then they quietly closed the door and went back to their room.

Chen Yannan was alone in the room. She held the new nightgown, hesitated in front of the mirror for a long time, and finally put it on...

……

Around 9 p.m., the main lights in the first-floor living room were off, only a floor lamp was on. The light spread across the floor, not glaring, and looked exceptionally warm.

The TV was on, but very quietly. Lin Chen lay on the sofa, constantly changing channels, looking like he could fall asleep at any moment.

Chen Yannan gently pushed open the guest room door and came out.

The ice silk fabric clings to the skin, soft and comfortable, and makes the figure look well-proportioned and beautiful.

The neckline was slightly loose, revealing her shoulders and collarbone. The hem of the skirt barely covered the top of her thighs, which might also be related to the length of her legs. Her thighs were wider at the top and narrower at the bottom, making them particularly noticeable under the warm light.

She let down her high ponytail from the daytime, casually tucking it behind her head, with a few stray hairs draped around her neck. She looked very relaxed, and her skirt swayed gently as she walked, giving off a slightly lazy vibe.

She figured everyone must be asleep by now, and there was no one in the living room, so she decided to go downstairs for a drink of water. Therefore, she walked very quietly, making almost no noise.

But as soon as she reached the corner of the stairs and her gaze fell upon the living room, she froze on the spot.

Lin Chen was sitting on the sofa, facing the stairs, quietly watching TV.

Hearing the noise, he instinctively looked up.

Short skirt, viewed from below, white.

The moment their eyes met, the air seemed to freeze, and an awkward yet delicate atmosphere instantly enveloped them.

Chen Yannan's movements were a little stiff. Her hands subconsciously reached up to pull the neckline up, but the nightgown wasn't her size. It covered the top, but the bottom wasn't long enough. She hurriedly pulled the hem down, feeling extremely embarrassed.

The neckline of her nightgown was already loose, and it had slipped down a little earlier. Her tense tugging only made it more noticeable.

Lin Chen quickly stopped her:

"Don't move, or you'll take it off. Just leave it like this, it's okay, there's no one else here."

Lin Chen really doesn't treat himself like an outsider...

"I'm...I'm sorry, Brother Chen, I didn't know you were in the living room. I just came down to get some water."

Lin Chen's gaze swept over her again quickly, and his Adam's apple bobbed slightly.

A sudden, inexplicable heat surged within me, coming on quickly and intensely.

But he quickly suppressed his inner turmoil and looked away. After all, he was an experienced man, and when he spoke again, his tone was steady and flawless, showing great restraint.

"There's ice water in the fridge, is it okay to drink it cold?"

"I can drink, I can drink, I can do it myself."

After giving his instructions, Lin Chen turned away without helping Chen Yannan find water. It wasn't that he was being impolite; it would have been even more impolite for him to stand up now.

He looked back at the TV screen and didn't glance at it again, which made Chen Yannan feel a mix of emotions.

On the one hand, I felt relieved and no longer embarrassed, but on the other hand, I felt empty and inexplicably uneasy. Was it really because I wasn't charming enough?

She hurried to the refrigerator, grabbed a bottle of mineral water in a panic, and without even unscrewing the cap, turned and ran upstairs. Her skirt swept across the stair railing, creating a gentle fragrance.

The guest room door clicked shut, and she pressed her back against it, her heart pounding so hard it felt like it was going to burst out of her throat.

She clutched the bottled water tightly in her hand, her mind filled with the image of their eyes meeting just now.

Lin Chen's stunned expression and the way he turned his head kept replaying in his mind.

She had never dressed so lightly and casually in front of strangers before. If anyone else had seen her like that, she would have screamed and wished she could disappear into the ground.

But then she bumped into Lin Chen. Despite her panic and unease, a strange feeling welled up inside her.

Surprisingly, she wasn't bothered at all by him seeing her like this, and even harbored a little secret she didn't dare admit.

Upstairs, everyone was in a state of turmoil, and downstairs, Lin Chen was also completely unable to calm down.

What's going on? Why are you doing this in the middle of the night?

After Chen Yannan ran upstairs, he sat alone on the sofa for more than ten minutes.

His eyes were glued to the TV screen, but he didn't pay any attention to what was being shown.

The scene from just now kept replaying in his mind: the way the ice silk dress clung to her body, her hesitant and evasive movements, the glimpses of her when she raised her hand to gather her clothes... each scene was clear and vivid, making him feel unbearably hot inside.

With this restless feeling trapped inside, he simply got up and strode towards the master bedroom on the second floor.

Xie Xiaomei was sitting at her dressing table, slowly applying hand cream. When she saw him push the door open and was about to say a few words, before she could even speak, Lin Chen strode over to her, bent down, grabbed her legs, and lifted her up, pinning her against the windowpane. The curtains creaked under the weight of the curtains, but didn't fall down.

Xie Xiaomei was startled. She raised her hand and gently punched his chest. Just as she was about to scold him for "making a fuss in the middle of the night," her mouth was covered, and she didn't get the words out.