novelraw Chapter 0189 The Honeymoon of "Lying Down"
Chapter 0189 The Honeymoon of "Lying Down"
Lake Como, Italy.
A secluded and luxurious private estate.
This place is far from the hustle and bustle of City A, and there is no glitz or glamour of the Nasdaq bell-ringing ceremony.
Only azure lakes, the continuous Alps, and wildflowers blooming all over the mountains.
The pace was so slow it felt like time had stopped.
This is their honeymoon destination.
It is also a "holy place for nurturing the fetus" carefully selected by Jiang Ci.
The day after the wedding, Jiang Ci decisively handed over all of Limitless's affairs to Su Qing and Zhang Annian.
It's euphemistically called: decentralization.
In reality, he just wanted to stay by his wife's side 24/7.
The layout of the manor completely replicates the "collision-proof" standards of the Jinxiuyuan Apartments.
All the sharp edges and corners were covered up.
The floor was covered with a thick handmade wool carpet.
Even the stairs have anti-slip strips.
For Jiang Ci...
For this honeymoon, sightseeing was secondary.
There is only one most important principle—pregnancy care is absolutely safe.
……
early morning.
Sunlight streamed through the sheer curtains and onto the large bed.
When Wen Ning woke up, the person next to her was already empty.
But his warmth still lingered in the blankets.
Thanks to the "health buff" given by the system, her current physical condition is unbelievably good.
I had no morning sickness, no dizziness, and even my drowsiness had lessened.
She had just sat up and stretched.
The bedroom door was pushed open.
Jiang Ci walked in carrying an exquisite silver tray.
He was wearing loose white loungewear, his hair was a little messy, and he exuded a relaxed, homey vibe.
But he moved with extreme caution.
"woke up?"
Jiang Ci walked over quickly and placed the tray on the bedside table.
Then, quite naturally, he took a soft pillow and placed it behind Wen Ning's lower back.
"Drink some warm water first."
He picked up the water glass and brought it to her lips.
Wen Ning took two sips from his hand.
I was just about to reach for the steamed buns on the tray myself.
"Don't move."
Jiang Ci immediately stopped her.
He picked up the small bowl full of food, took out a spoon, scooped up a piece, and blew on it.
It was fed directly to her lips.
Open your mouth.
His eyes were focused, and his tone was matter-of-fact.
Wen Ning looked at the spoon being held to her lips and sighed helplessly.
"Jiang Ci, I have my own hands."
"This is the fifth day that you've been feeding me."
"You're dealing with two people now, it's easy to get tired."
Jiang Ci made an excuse without changing his expression.
"My hand is getting tired from holding the spoon, let me do it."
Wen Ning: "..."
How heavy can a spoon be? How sour can it be?
But she couldn't refuse him, so she had no choice but to open her mouth and eat it.
After breakfast, Wen Ning wanted to get out of bed and walk around.
She had just lifted the covers.
Jiang Ci squatted down, holding a pair of soft-soled, non-slip slippers in his hand.
He put the gloves on her feet.
Then, he put his arm around her waist and lifted her off the bed.
"Where to?" he asked.
"I want to take a walk by the lake."
Wen Ning nestled in his arms and protested, "Put me down, I can walk by myself."
"It's windy by the lake, and the road is uneven."
Jiang Ci carried her downstairs, his steps steady and without the slightest bump.
"I'll carry you there. Once we're on level ground, I'll let you walk."
We arrived at the garden.
Wen Ning finally gained the right to "put both feet on the ground".
She walked slowly along the lawn by the lake, breathing in the fresh air.
Jiang Ci followed half a step behind her, his hands lightly protecting her waist.
Nerves were on edge, as if facing a formidable enemy.
It took less than ten minutes to walk.
Wen Ning saw a pretty little flower in front of her and was about to bend down to pick it.
"I'll do it."
Jiang Ci reacted quickly and scooped her up.
"Bending over compresses the abdomen, which is bad for the baby."
Wen Ning completely broke down.
She was held horizontally in Jiang Ci's arms, and angrily pinched his cheek.
"Jiang Ci!"
"I'm pregnant, not paralyzed!"
"If you keep doing this, I'm really going to become disabled!"
She asked him for help taking a shower, saying she was worried the bathroom floor would be slippery.
He brought her water, saying he was afraid the kettle would burn her hands.
Now I can't even walk a few steps or bend over!
Jiang Ci let her pinch his face.
He looked at her rosy cheeks, his eyes full of indulgent smiles.
"You don't need to move."
He confidently threw out his fallacious arguments.
"I have hands and feet, why should I let you move?"
He carried her and walked towards the wicker chair filled with flowers.
"Your only task now is to lie down comfortably and enjoy the scenery."
"Leave the rest to me."
Wen Ning was so angry at his robber logic that he laughed.
"That's spoiling her."
"I'd like to."
Jiang Ci placed her on a cushioned rattan chair and kissed her forehead.
"My wife, if I don't spoil her, who will?"
……
afternoon.
The sun is just right, the breeze is not dry.
A huge easel was set up on the open-air balcony on the second floor of the manor.
Facing the shimmering Lake Como, the scenery is picturesque.
Wen Ning sat in front of the easel.
He was holding a paintbrush.
This is her favorite way to relax.
Jiang Ci sat on the low stool next to her.
He didn't take his computer or look at his phone.
His job was to be her personal drawing assistant.
"Jiang Ci, please adjust the color to a lake blue."
Wen Ning stared at the canvas and casually gave instructions.
"it is good."
The hands that once typed hundreds of millions of lines of code are now holding a palette knife, patiently mixing colors on a paint palette.
He mixed a pure lake blue color according to the proportions Wen Ning had taught him before.
"Give."
He handed over the palette.
Wen Ning turned her head and glanced at the color.
His eyes lit up.
"That's a perfect adjustment!"
She praised him generously, "President Jiang, you have a real talent for art."
Jiang Ci's lips curled up in a smile.
He looked at her red lips, which were slightly parted because she was happy.
While she was preparing to turn back and continue drawing, I took advantage of the moment.
He suddenly leaned forward.
He precisely captured her lips.
A kiss that smells of sunshine and paint.
A superficial attempt.
Yet it was extremely tender.
"award."
He stepped back slightly, looking at her flushed cheeks, his voice low and hoarse.
"The exclusive reward for child artists."
Wen Ning glared at him reproachfully, but her ears turned red.
"Aren't you ashamed?"
"You don't need this."
Jiang Ci took a wet wipe from the side and carefully wiped away a bit of paint that had accidentally gotten on her fingertips.
The two sat side by side on the balcony.
The paintbrush scratched across the canvas.
They would exchange a few words occasionally, and sometimes smile at each other.
Gone are the thrilling moments of the past, only the peaceful tranquility of bygone days remain.
……
evening.
The setting sun dyed the lake surface into a brilliant golden-red.
Wen Ning got tired of painting.
She put down her paintbrush and leaned back lazily in the large recliner.
She was covered with a thin cashmere blanket that Jiang Ci had just brought.
She turned her head.
Inside the kitchen through the glass door.
Jiang Ci is busy.
He was wearing a simple white T-shirt and an apron.
Washing fruit.
The sound of the flowing water was quite loud, but he still glanced back at her on the balcony every now and then.
Only after confirming that she was lying there safely will I continue what I'm doing.
He cut the kiwi and strawberries, carefully removing the stems from the strawberries.
There was even a cup of warm milk placed next to the fruit platter.
Wen Ning looked at that tall, upright figure, who was busy running around in the kitchen.
My heart felt as soft as a cotton candy.
She lowered her head.
She gently placed her palm on her still flat stomach.
A smile of extreme happiness appeared on her lips.
"Baby."
She sighed silently to herself.
It carried a hint of bittersweet helplessness.
"When you get out of here, never be like your dad."
"Too clingy."
But in truth, she knew it in her heart.
How much she craved this clingy attention.
Because behind this clinginess lies the deepest love that a man has overcome all hardships and life-or-death situations to try his best to hold onto.