Country Love: Xie Dajiao, 37, is pregnant!

The room fell silent. Xiangxiu, feeling awkward, didn't know what to say to Wang Tian.

Wang Tianlai stood there stunned for a long time before raising his hand to gently pat his chest to catch his breath. He muttered under his breath, still shaken, "It's that same effeminate tone I used to hear."

"Oh my god, Xiangxiu, your boyfriend is so scary! I just came to work, and he pulled out our marriage certificate to scare me. Is it really that serious? It made my heart pound."

He muttered to himself as he carefully stretched his white coat.

Xiangxiu sighed helplessly, trying to smooth things over with a speechless expression:

"Tianlai, don't take it to heart, just ignore him. He's just a stubborn person with a narrow mind. I'll definitely give him a good talking to later."

"Alright, don't let him delay your work."

Wang Tianlai nodded obediently and responded in a low voice.

……

After the thin veil of secrecy was completely pierced during the thunderstorm night, the past few days have been particularly surreal.

When it's fast, it's like fast-forwarding, and half a day is gone in the blink of an eye. When it's slow, it's sticky and drags on for a long time, with every second wrapped in an indescribable ambiguity.

When a man and a woman are alone in a room, without the constraints of others, they completely let loose, throwing all sense of propriety, rules, and boundaries to the back of their minds, openly and blatantly being affectionate, fierce and passionate.

Early in the morning, dappled sunlight streamed onto the kitchen windowsill, giving it a vibrant feel.

Chen Yannan suddenly felt like cooking. She stood awkwardly in front of the stove to fry eggs, but she didn't get the heat right. Black smoke sizzled from the bottom of the pan, and the eggs were burnt to a crisp and ruined.

She was staring blankly at the pot, feeling helpless, when a figure suddenly appeared behind her. Lin Chen silently pressed himself against her, his long arm reaching out to firmly encircle her waist. His palms pressed against her soft waist and abdomen, the warmth seeping through the thin fabric.

His chin rested on her shoulder, his warm breath brushing against her neck, a languid smile playing on his lips.

"Our top student is good at studying, but how come he's so bad at cooking? He can fry eggs until they're charcoal-like. He'll probably poop black after eating that!"

Chen Yannan's body went limp, and she leaned back against him, the spatula dangling from her hand, unwilling to move, muttering softly:

"I never knew how to cook; I always ate at the school cafeteria."

Lin Chen chuckled softly, gently pinching her waist with his fingertips, teasing her on purpose.

The two stood close together, letting the steam rise from the stove, quietly cuddling, neither wanting to separate.

In the afternoon, the air conditioner was blowing cool air into the living room, making it so comfortable that it made me sleepy.

The two snuggled together on the living room sofa, heads close together, shoulders touching, digging into the watermelon to eat. The watermelon, chilled with well water, was refreshingly cool and bursting with juice, just like…

Chen Yannan ate quickly, and pink melon juice dripped down her chin, slid down her neck, and landed in the hollow of her collarbone.

She had just raised her hand to wipe it when Lin Chen gently grabbed her wrist. Before she could react, his warm lips pressed against hers, tracing a path down her chin. Chen Yannan closed her eyes and gritted her teeth.

Sweet melons, a loved one, intertwined breaths, a sticky atmosphere.

Chen Yannan obediently tilted her head back and let him do as he pleased, even softening her breathing.

The evening breeze is the most pleasant, and the trees around the yard rustle in the wind.

Chen Yannan curled up in Lin Chen's arms, her head resting against his chest, slowly counting the clouds drifting by in the sky, her voice carrying a hint of coquettishness:

"Look at that cloud, so leisurely, even more carefree than us."

Lin Chen put one arm around her shoulder, his fingers repeatedly stroking the back of her neck, without even looking up at the clouds in the sky.

To him, no matter how beautiful the clouds in the sky were, they couldn't compare to the radiant beauty of the person in his arms.

These past few days, every corner of the villa has been filled with traces of the two people's intimate moments.

The living room cushions were piled crookedly in the corner, and the lumbar support cushions had sunk and didn't spring back for a long time.

On the bathroom hook, Chen Yannan's light-colored pajamas were draped softly over Lin Chen's bath towel, clinging tightly to each other.

The bedroom sheets are changed twice a day, and the room is always filled with a faint scent of gardenias—the scent of the two of them, which lingers in the air.

Chen Yannan was completely entangled, more so than she had anticipated.

On the day they crossed the line, she was shy and evasive, blushing and her heart would race if they got even slightly close. But after several days of unrestrained interaction, she completely let down her guard, becoming bolder and more clingy than ever.

Every morning when she opens her eyes, her first reaction is not to get out of bed, but to instinctively snuggle into Lin Chen's arms, wrapping herself around him with her hands and feet, and clinging to his waist to stay in bed.

She wanted him to hand her water, and she wanted to hold his hand while walking. Even when Lin Chen just went downstairs to get food, she refused to stay in the room alone. She would walk barefoot on the soft carpet, lean against the door frame, and gaze at him expectantly, waiting for him to come back and hug her.

The affection in her eyes was impossible to hide; it was dense and intertwined, like wildly growing vines, tightly binding Lin Chen.

She was made even more gentle by the favor and ambiguity she received; her skin glowed, and her eyes were full of tenderness.

But she knew better than anyone that the love she had been experiencing these past few days had been stolen.

When the time comes, and Xie Xiaomei and Xie Dajiao return, everything will return to normal.

She was a guest staying at our place, so the two of them had to revert to being polite and respectful friends.

The closer it got to her return date, the stronger her reluctance became, a heavy weight pressing on her heart.

After the lights were turned off late at night, and all was quiet, she hugged Lin Chen tightly around the waist, her face pressed against his chest, listening to his steady heartbeat, and thought to herself:

"If only Xiaomei and Aunt Big Feet could have stayed a few more days before coming back..."

Immediately after saying that, he felt annoyed and silently berated himself:

"How wicked! How greedy! Xiaomei and Aunt Big Feet are such good friends, how could I think like that..."

Despite feeling guilty, she couldn't bear to let go, burying her head even deeper, greedily savoring this moment of tenderness that belonged only to her.

……

On the afternoon of the fourth day, around 3 p.m., a familiar car engine sound suddenly came from outside the courtyard gate, growing clearer and clearer as it approached.

At that moment, Chen Yannan's mind went completely blank.

She was sitting comfortably on Lin Chen's lap, her arms around his neck, watching TV together in an intimate and unrestrained manner, without any inhibitions.

The moment she heard the noise, she sprang up as if she had been burned, all the gentle smile in her eyes vanishing instantly. She couldn't let Xiaomei see through her act.

She frantically pulled her loose nightgown to the side, haphazardly smoothed her disheveled hair, her breathing rapid and disordered, her movements disorganized.

The sweet joy she had just felt vanished instantly, replaced by guilt, panic, and confusion that weighed heavily on her chest, making her too afraid to even lift her head.

Xie Xiaomei treated her with all her heart, cherishing her like a sister, protecting her in everything and accommodating her in every way. Xie Dajiao was even more kind-hearted, taking care of her like family, being considerate and thoughtful. But what did she do? She secretly developed feelings for someone else's boyfriend in their home and did such a shameful and absurd thing.

As soon as the gate opened, a cacophony of voices, car noises, and laughter flooded in, instantly transforming the quiet courtyard into a bustling hub of activity.

Xie Dajiao, carrying her child and slung over her shoulder a large bag of luggage, entered first, a hearty smile on her face and a booming voice:

"Oh my god, we're finally home! This bumpy ride is killing me! Yannan, were you bored staying home all day? Were you lonely with no one to talk to these past few days?"

Following closely behind, Xie Xiaomei, carrying bulging shopping bags, looked travel-worn but full of energy. She smiled at Chen Yannan as soon as she entered:

"Yannan, look what good stuff I brought you!"

She quickly stepped forward, stuffed the packaging bag in her hand into Chen Yannan's hand, and smiled as she said:

"These are new skincare products from the department store. They say they're really effective. And this sunscreen was also bought especially for you."

Lin Chen took the child and gently kissed him a few times.

Xie Dajiao came over and joined in the conversation, smiling kindly:

"Of course! When Xiaomei goes shopping, the first person she thinks of is you. How have things been at home these past few days? Lin Chen hasn't been slacking off or causing you any trouble, has he?"

Chen Yannan's palms were sweaty. She lowered her head, not daring to look up at their sincere smiles, not daring to let them see the panic and guilt in her eyes. It took her a few seconds to regain her composure.

The voice was very soft, and if you listened carefully, it was slightly hoarse; the person had been shouting quite a bit these past few days.

"Thank you, Xiaomei... Thank you, Aunt Big Foot... I... I've been doing well these past few days, and Brother Chen has been taking good care of me."

Holding the gift, Chen Yannan felt as if a huge boulder was pressing down on her heart. The guilt was so overwhelming that she could hardly breathe and felt terrible.

The crooked, sunken cushion, Chen Yannan's reddened eyes and slightly swollen lips—she took in all the ambiguous clues and understood them perfectly well.

Xie Xiaomei had a faint smile on her lips. She chatted as usual, acted enthusiastically, pretended not to know anything, and acted as if she hadn't noticed anything.

Lin Chen leaned against the doorframe by the door, his eyes meeting Xie Xiaomei's. Xie Xiaomei stuck out her tongue at him, and Lin Chen, holding the child, mouthed to her:

"Stop messing around, don't make things awkward for him."