SFS 887 So this is what you, President Ye, are like!
887 So this is what you, President Ye, are like!
In Chen Mo and Ye Suwan's room.
Chen Mo was still curiously looking around Ye Suwan's room.
A very old desk with faint engravings on its edges.
It looks like a line drawn unintentionally with the tip of a compass during a girl's youth, its edges worn smooth by the passage of time.
The room wasn't big, but it was kept very tidy.
The light beige curtains were mostly drawn, leaving a gap through which the warm light from the streetlights outside the courtyard could seep in.
"They're all old things."
Ye Suwan gently wrapped her arms around his waist from behind, resting her chin on his shoulder blade.
Her voice carried a hint of innocent charm that she herself was unaware of.
After becoming pregnant, her waistline became softer than usual. Through the thin cotton pajamas, Chen Mo could clearly feel her warm breath on the side of his neck.
Chen Mo held her hand in his backhand.
"Old things are good because they reveal the owner's past."
He tilted his head and sniffed her hair; it was still the familiar scent of her perfume.
A framed photo sits on the desk by the window. It's not a picture of the two of them now, but rather a picture of Ye Suwan when she was seventeen or eighteen.
The girl in the photo is wearing a blue and white school uniform, with her hair tied in a high ponytail. She is holding a certificate for winning first prize in a math competition, with a slightly proud smile on her lips and eyes as clear as mountain spring water.
Several stacks of notebooks were piled up next to the photo frame, the cover of the top one already yellowed.
The edges were curled, and the cover was written in pen as "Collection of Wrong Answers," the handwriting delicate and slightly immature, yet resilient.
"This handwriting is far from what you use to sign documents now."
Chen Mo picked up the notebook and opened it. The handwriting inside was dense, and the solutions to the wrong questions were marked in red pen. In some places, there were also small crying faces drawn, which must have been difficult problems that had stuck him for a long time back then.
"Haha, I never thought our President Ye was such a crybaby back then."
"Hey, stop looking..."
Ye Suwan's cheeks flushed slightly.
She reached out to take the notebook, but Chen Mo held it up.
"By the way, do you still have any diaries?"
"no!"
Ye Suwan said firmly.
Chen Mo stopped teasing and put down the notebook of wrong answers in his hand.
The wardrobe opposite the desk is an old-fashioned solid wood model, with faint wood grain reflected on the doors and brass handles that have been polished to a shine. Several yellowed posters of popular bands from back then are pasted on the doors.
The corners of the poster were curled up, but they were carefully taped back on.
Chen Mo noticed a height chart pasted on the side of the wardrobe, with the years marked on it in different colored pens, from ten to eighteen years old.
Every mark records the girl's growth.
Next to the top engraving is written "Target: 168cm", with a small checkmark next to it.
"President Ye, you were already 1.66 meters tall at fifteen, and then you grew only two centimeters in the next three years?"
Chen Mo smiled and looked at Ye Suwan.
Ye Suwan stood on her tiptoes slightly, and said unconvinced, "I'm 170cm tall, and I'm still growing."
Chen Mo lowered his head slightly, looked at her long, beautiful legs, and smiled, "Your legs are quite long."
Ye Suwan raised her hand and hooked it around his neck, her nose brushing against his chin:
"Is it just because of his long legs?"
Chen Mo suddenly bent down and picked her up, walking very lightly, afraid of disturbing the elderly downstairs.
He placed her on the bed covered with light pink sheets.
"husband."
Ye Suwan took his hand and placed it on her lower abdomen, her voice so gentle it could melt your heart.
"If I gave birth to a daughter for you, would you be disappointed?"
Chen Mo lowered his head and placed a kiss on her forehead.
What would you do if I said I was a little disappointed?
Ye Suwan was slightly taken aback, thinking that Chen Mo would comfort her by saying that sons and daughters were the same.
She gently bit her red lips and slowly said, "Then let's have another one!"
Chen Mo: "Or should we choose a daughter?"
Ye Suwan: "Then we'll keep going until I give birth to a son."
Chen Mo couldn't help but laugh: "You said it yourself."
Ye Suwan spat lightly, "Ugh...you're just trying to fool me again."
Chen Mo's smile grew even brighter.
Ye Suwan leaned closer with her red lips: "If you laugh again, I'll give you ten sons!"
Chen Mo: "..."