Chapter 130: Chapter 130: Sleeping in Each Other’s Arms

Jiang Xingye packed a portion of red braised meat, leaving another portion and stir-fried pork with green peppers for him and Xu Qinghuan, considering that Xu Qinghuan was from the south, he specially got some rice.

Xu Qinghuan only ate half, giving the remaining half to Jiang Xingye.

Seeing her eat so little, Jiang Xingye was quite worried, “Eat a bit more, you’re too thin.”

“I’m fine with eating more vegetables!” she said, picking up some green peppers with her chopsticks and placing them in her bowl.

The stir-fried pork with green peppers had quite a bit of meat, mostly lean meat, Jiang Xingye picked out all the lean meat and placed it in her bowl, along with several pieces of red braised meat.

The red braised meat was oily, rich but not greasy, the taste was exceptionally good, but one couldn’t eat too much. After eating two pieces, she felt full yet still wanted to eat. She separated the fat from the lean, ate the lean part, and put the fatty part into Jiang Xingye’s bowl.

“I don’t eat fatty meat.” Xu Qinghuan was a bit embarrassed. In two lifetimes, she had never let anyone eat something she didn’t want.

In her past life, it wasn’t necessary. In this life, when her original self was hungry to the extreme, she wished she could dig up the dirt to eat, let alone having leftovers for others!

“I eat the fatty part, you eat the lean part.” Saying this, Jiang Xingye separated the pieces of red braised meat with his chopsticks, placing all the lean meat in Xu Qinghuan’s bowl.

“That’s enough, I don’t want it anymore.” Xu Qinghuan protected her bowl. How could she eat a whole bowl of red braised meat?

Thinking she eats like a cat, Jiang Xingye figured that she would get hungry at night, so he kept two buns in his arms, carrying the packed box of red braised meat, and went out with his partner.

The two first went to the scrap recycling station and gave an old man a box of red braised meat and three meat buns.

The old man, Old Xia, looked Xu Qinghuan up and down, then said to Jiang Xingye, “Your wife now?”

Jiang Xingye, rarely shy, glared at Old Xia.

Old Xia clicked his tongue twice, then asked Xu Qinghuan, “Girl, there are two bowls in the southeast corner, they’re saved for you.”

Xu Qinghuan took a bowl in each hand and immediately felt the weight was really heavy. The bottom of the bowl in her left hand had the words “Made during the Chenghua period of the Ming Dynasty,” its wall was smooth, the rim slightly flared, the outer wall painted with intertwined okra branches and leaves, bright as grease, smooth as jade.[1]

In later years, it once fetched as high as 141 million Hong Kong dollars at auction.

The bowl in her right hand was an imperial-made blue and white “Eternal Peace Ode” high-footed bowl, with the outer wall largely blank, only a band of Tibetan-script “Eternal Peace Ode” written in blue around the midline of the bowl, the calligraphy was neat and elegant, with vigorous and powerful strokes, and the blue was refined and dripping.[2]

Later auction price was 52.325 million yuan.

These two pieces could be considered rare gems in porcelain collections.

Xu Qinghuan felt a bit troubled for a moment, not knowing if she should accept them. She cautiously carried one in each hand outside, “Old man, you know this, don’t you?”

Old Xia, with a bun in one hand and chopsticks in the other, was enjoying eating, “I don’t know, why would I need to know? If you want them, take them, if you don’t dare, then leave them. If they break or get taken away and sold by someone in the future, it’s none of my business.”

In these times, keeping such things just courts disaster.

“Sell? Sell to whom?” Xu Qinghuan asked.

“Who do you think? This girl, you seem smart, why act like a fool? There are plenty of people outside who want these. If you don’t, others will fight to get them,” Old Xia said.

Jiang Xingye, at the side, said, “Can’t you speak properly?”

Old Xia grinned, “Already protecting her? If she’s not silly, what is she? Shouldn’t she be smarter?”

Xu Qinghuan knew the old man was kidding. She blushed and changed the topic, “Alright, then I’ll take them.”

Only then did Old Xia solemnly say, “Girl, if you take them, you have to be responsible. Preserve them well, don’t let them end up outside.”

Xu Qinghuan understood that by “outside,” he meant ending up abroad. In the current chaotic times, many were taking the opportunity to move ancestral heritages abroad.

People were selling cheaply now, and in the future, conscientious countrymen would do their utmost to buy them back at high prices.

Otherwise, how did the Da Ying Museum end up with 23,000 pieces of Hua Country artifacts?

“I’ll be responsible.” Xu Qinghuan thought to herself that no one was better equipped to protect artifacts than she was.

Xu Qinghuan had spent one night in the on-duty doctor’s room, while Jiang Xingye leaned against the corridor bench outside, only dozing lightly, never daring to sleep too deeply, always guarding the door.

In the middle of the night, he heard sounds from inside, got up and walked to the door, pressing his ear against it to listen for a while, then lightly knocked on the door, “Huanhuan?”

Xu Qinghuan opened the door, still groggy and yawning, “Ayé, I had a nightmare.”

She rubbed her stomach, which growled, and Jiang Xingye handed her a bun he had been keeping close, “Hungry, right? Eat a bun, I’m here outside standing guard, don’t be afraid!”

“Come in and keep me company for a bit!”

Jiang Xingye came in, leaving the door ajar so people at the door could see inside at a glance.

Xu Qinghuan ate half a bun and stuffed the other half into Jiang Xingye’s mouth. She leaned against Jiang Xingye, closed her eyes, and murmured, “Ayé, stay with me.”

She had a bit of trouble sleeping in a strange place, especially in such a noisy environment, clothed in unfamiliar surroundings, it was hard to fall asleep, tossing and turning, she never truly rested.

Jiang Xingye leaned against the headboard while Xu Qinghuan nestled in his embrace, the scent emanating from him made her feel very at ease, and in the hospital, where there were patients passing by causing occasional disturbances, Xu Qinghuan was no longer woken up.

Jiang Xingye didn’t dare close his eyes. Looking at the girl in his arms, a new sense of hope arose within him.

Her dependence on him, did it mean he could have more hopes for the future?

His fingers gently traced along her face, every inch of her skin and lines, observed meticulously and tenderly, the care deeply touching.

Xu Qinghuan woke up, seeing Jiang Xingye with his head lowered and eyes tightly shut. A slight movement from her, and he was immediately awake, his eyes clear.

Had he sat like this all night?

Xu Qinghuan felt a wave of heartache, turning around, she wrapped her arms around his neck and snuggled into his embrace, “Did you not sleep all night?”

Jiang Xingye didn’t feel tired at all. His hand tentatively placed on her waist, feeling her slender form as supple as the waterweed in a spring pond, delicate and tender, “I’m fine, did you sleep well?”

“I slept well. I slept really well.”

Her cheek, rubbing against Jiang Xingye’s face, felt a bit rough, so she couldn’t help but rub softly again, causing a stiffness to spread through Jiang Xingye’s body, his arms unconsciously tightening around her waist.

His voice, hoarse, “Huanhuan!”

Xu Qinghuan’s experience with men, from a medical perspective, was theoretically a perfect score, but practically less than thirty.

She wasn’t aware of how dangerous her actions were, especially in the morning, doing such things to a vigorous young man was akin to igniting one’s own flames.

Jiang Xingye was truly in sweet torment, with a fire seeming to burn inside him, restless and eager.

He quickly stood up, lifting Xu Qinghuan with him, raising her into the air, distancing her from his body.

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