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However, as he spoke, he noticed Yan Zhouwan's enticing lips moving slightly. Unable to resist, he leaned down and captured those tempting lips.
At first, Yan Zhouwan pushed against him with all her might, but eventually, she stopped resisting. Shen Muqing thought she had silently consented to his actions and became even bolder, even letting his hands wander. However, as time passed, he felt not a hint of her resistance nor any response from her. Feeling something was off, he looked down and realized that Yan Zhouwan had actually fainted.
Shen Muqing was taken aback, his handsome face turning pale and flushed. He couldn't even describe his feelings at that moment; on the first day of the new year, he had kissed her into unconsciousness. What benefits would he gain this year?
If everyone found out, they would surely laugh at him.
After some deliberation, he picked up Yan Zhouwan and leaped up a tree, arranging her in a comfortable position to sleep in his embrace.
Time flew by quickly; in the blink of an eye, it was the fifth day of the new year. The supermarket would open tomorrow, and the workshop would also resume operations. Xia Muxin had spent five days in a state that was both comfortable yet uncomfortable.
As for the comfort, each day involved helping with cooking and running errands. Most of the time, she simply sat in the yard soaking up the sun while watching a dozen men bustling around a few children, who were playfully leading them in circles.
The discomfort came from being kept up late every night; she was often the last to rise in the morning. Of course, she had grown accustomed to it by now, and everyone else turned a blind eye.
Shen Muhan, however, seemed inexplicably energetic. He woke up early and went to bed late while taking care of several children but remained lively every day and continued well into the night.
Moreover, since last year, they had opened ten supermarkets in total, all located in bustling towns and counties with thriving businesses. Each supermarket was accompanied by a money house, meaning that aside from the ten supermarkets, there were also ten money houses. Their workshop and construction projects were numerous enough to be hard to count.
To say they were wealthy merchants would be an understatement.
Yet Xia Muxin felt it wasn't enough. What she desired most was to completely connect Daimiao Village and Dayao Village and ensure that everyone in the villages lived in red-brick houses with carriages coming and going. She had been planning all this for a long time and aspired to create the richest village.
She had discussed all of this with Shen Muhan. He assured her that everything would come to fruition because there was no interference from the Retired Emperor now. Tian Ming Rui was quite open-minded except for his stubbornness regarding Jiao Jiao. However, despite all this time passing, he still hadn't managed to get Jiao Jiao to accept her.
Shen Muhan was powerless in this matter. He knew Jiao Jiao's stubbornness all too well; once she set her mind on something, she was like a strong bull that couldn't be pulled back. Yet, it was precisely this kind of personality that suited Tian Ming Rui, for he was the one who would go to great lengths to bring that strong bull back.
Perhaps in the realm of love, as long as one is sincere, no matter how time passes or how far apart they are, they cannot escape the fate that has already been predetermined.
As the New Year passed, families began to busy themselves again. After the Lantern Festival, Songzi and Small went back to school, while Xue Er cried for quite a while. Eventually, she was so exhausted from crying that she fell asleep, granting everyone a moment of peace.
The engagement between Shen Muqing and Yan Zhouwan had also been set for the eighth day of the second month. Time flew by happily, and Shen Muqing seemed like a child, joyfully seeking out Xia Muxin every day to ask about this and that. He adored Xia Muxin's painted cabinets and furniture, and with Summer Forest and his son around, there was nothing they couldn't create.
During this time, the two often traveled to town to procure practical items.
After several trips back and forth, Su Yan-Chu learned about it. One day, she came over with Wei Jianshuang.
It was evident that Su Yan-Chu was completely captivated by Wei Jianshuang; even while walking, she stayed close to him. However, they maintained a certain distance from each other. Although Xia Muxin preferred not to visit Town often, she understood that they were not yet married, and both families were urging them on.
Moreover, it seemed that after Su Yan-Chu got involved with Wei Jianshuang, their friendship became clearer. Shen Muhan no longer felt jealous; perhaps he realized that Su Yan-Chu could never escape Wei Jianshuang's grasp.
"It's been almost a year since we last met; the Three Babies have grown so much."
When she gave birth, Su Yan-Chu had brought a pile of supplements to visit her and even attended the baby's hundred-day celebration. She had even competed with Ye Feng for the title of godfather. However, Shen Muhan never agreed; just managing Ming Yi's dozen or so godfathers was already quite a headache.
The Three Babies had once asked her what the difference was between a godfather and a father.
At that moment, she was truly stumped. Looking into those three pairs of big eyes left her both amused and exasperated. In the end, she managed to turn the question around on Shen Muhan, leaving him equally troubled.
The main issue was that the Three Babies were incredibly demanding—truly little imps sent by heaven to torment her.
"Yes, time really flies."
Xia Muxin was busy coming and going. Since the weather was nice, she moved a table into the yard and prepared some tea and snacks for them. Shen Muhan sat nearby, chatting with them, and amidst the back-and-forth, she kept hearing those two sentences.
"Mu Qing is getting married soon. What about you? How long do you plan to drag this out?"
Once Xia Muxin had finished her tasks, Shen Muhan tugged at her sleeve and pulled her down to sit beside him. He glanced at Su Yan-Chu and asked lightly.
Xia Muxin felt a wave of frustration; why did he have to involve her in this question and look at her like that?
"My family is pushing me, so it should be this year," Su Yan-Chu replied, taking a sip of tea. He sounded somewhat dispirited, and it seemed he wasn't very satisfied with Wei Jianshuang. Was he yielding to her pressure?
Although Xia Muxin didn't know much about Wei Jianshuang, she was aware of her straightforward nature—someone who would seek revenge on the spot if she had a grudge.
That was the only description Shen Muhan had given her.
"Hehe, Miss Wei, while they chat, how about we go for a walk?"
Today, however, Wei Jianshuang seemed a bit different. Aside from walking ahead on the way here, she had been sitting next to Su Yan-Chu like a proper young lady, even drinking tea with an air of caution.
Xia Muxin sensed there must be a reason behind this behavior and wanted to give her some space. Shen Muhan didn’t stop her either. After Wei Jianshuang nodded at her, she stood up, and Xia Muxin readily followed suit as they left together.
"It’s been over a year; haven’t you two figured things out yet?"
As soon as they left, Shen Muhan spoke frankly. He understood Su Yan-Chu's nature well; he was indecisive and a bit hesitant. Otherwise, Xia Muxin wouldn't be his wife at this moment. Still, he had to thank him for that.
"We are like water and fire, destined to be incompatible. Getting married was merely following the family's wishes; after all, our family can no longer withstand any more blows."
Indeed, with the Retired Emperor gone, the Zhao Family had fallen. However, the current emperor was no longer the indecisive fool he once was. He was cultivating his own power and demoting those ministers who had once looked down on him and harbored ulterior motives. The Su Family was nowhere near as powerful as it used to be.
It seemed that his grandfather had seen through it all and had ultimately stopped intervening.
Although his father was anxious, he lacked a better backing, which led to constant pressure for marriage.
He tried to compromise and accept the situation, but in the end, he always felt that something was missing. He could not accept spending his life with such a woman.
"She’s actually quite good; it’s just that you haven’t gotten to know her deeply. And given your personality, if you married her, you two would complement each other perfectly."
Shen Muhan analyzed their personalities thoroughly and spoke without reservation.
"That sounds nice, but you’re currently indulging in comfort while we suffer," Su Yan-Chu shot him a glare, uninterested in continuing this topic. It was truly an inappropriate time for such discussions.
"Look at them; aren’t they doing well now?" Shen Muhan glanced at Shen Muqing, who was clinging to Yan Zhouwan, and empathized.
Su Yan-Chu might not know much about their relationship, but it was indeed not easy for them to reach this point together.
Indeed, after hearing his words, Su Yan-Chu felt confused and indifferent.
Shen Muhan shrugged and asked again after a long pause, "What about him?"
Him??
Su Yan-Chu was puzzled and took a while to respond. He smiled and said, "He has taken quite a hit, but he has become much more honest and no longer interferes in anything. Actually, this is quite good, isn't it?"
The "him" referred to Su Rong. This grandfather was very quiet and had a bit of charm, which made Su Yan-Chu quite satisfied with the current state of his grandfather. Thus, when he spoke, the corners of his mouth slightly lifted.
At the same time, he felt gratified that Shen Muhan would actually inquire about him.
"I know all about what happened back then, and my sister is still alive. I met her; she just has lost all her past memories. But that man loves her very much."
Perhaps Su Rong was quite detestable and selfish, yet he was also protective. Despite such a significant event occurring, he kept it all hidden in his heart without speaking out. This aspect earned Su Yan-Chu's admiration.
Even though his sister no longer remembered her family or him, as long as she was still alive, that was enough.
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