CHAPTER 196: CHAPTER 196: REALLY CUNNING TRICKS

Yan Ting was amused by the determined expression on her face, letting out a low chuckle. "Then do you know what steps are involved in having a baby?"

"I do. First, you quit smoking, quit drinking, then go to the gym more, eat healthy and nutritious food. I’ll also strengthen my exercise routine, and as for my diet, I’ll ask Aunt Wang to help me adjust it to be just right." Banxia answered earnestly.

"None of that is the main point..." The man laughed again, utterly charmed by her adorable demeanor.

Banxia furrowed her brows, unable to catch up to his rhythm for quite some time.

"Right now, there’s only one thing we need to do, and that is... sleep!" Yan Ting pressed his cigarette into the nearby ashtray.

Banxia shuddered involuntarily. Oh no, here we go again—another tiring night.

While Yan Ting showered, Banxia bit her finger and paced back and forth in the room a few times.

Thinking about the potential danger to the pear garden, she couldn’t sit idle and started brainstorming ways to resolve the concern.

Although she didn’t have a brain as sharp as Yan Ting’s, she wasn’t completely without ideas.

Yan Ting stepped out of the bathroom and saw the woman still standing there biting her finger. He frowned.

"What is it this time?" Yan Ting asked lightly.

Banxia raised her beautiful eyes, locking onto his gaze, and said, "Tell me, if we made your grandfather believe the pear garden was haunted, do you think he’d think the feng shui there is bad and give up developing it?"

Yan Ting: "..."

What on earth was this little head of hers filled with?

She could even come up with this kind of idea—her imagination truly knew no bounds.

"Do you really think my grandfather would buy that?" Yan Ting asked incredulously, raising an eyebrow.

Banxia pouted, sighed, and responded, "Maybe I’ve just heard too many ghost stories from my grandparents. They said the pear garden really used to be an old graveyard. It was cleaned up only after my grandfather’s grandfather invited a Taoist priest to perform rituals and make the place pure."

"Alright, if your grandfather’s grandfather could invite a priest, wouldn’t my grandfather be capable of doing the same?" Yan Ting walked over, tousled her head gently, and laughed, shooting down her idea.

"Oh, right, yeah!" Banxia had nothing left to say.

"Come here!" His large hand circled her waist gently, his voice darkened with intent.

Banxia didn’t dare look up, her pretty face already flushed crimson with embarrassment.

It seemed that having a baby was truly the only solution to save the pear garden now.

Another stormy night ensued, leaving Banxia muddled and exhausted, eventually drifting off to sleep.

In her dreams, she repeatedly experienced vivid dreamscapes.

Her soul seemed to shuttle back and forth between two lives—one moment reliving scenes from her past life, and the next entrenched in images of her current one.

Many of the scenarios felt uncannily familiar, like she had lived them before. In the dead of night, she woke up startled.

The man beside her slept soundly, while Banxia wiped the cold sweat from her forehead.

Those dreams had left her feeling strange. She had always believed that events from her past life wouldn’t repeat in this one. After all, she had chosen not to marry Qing Lin this time, and her fate should have changed, right?

But her encounter with Wei Chen at the airport made her feel as though the threads of destiny were still tightly entwining her.

Yet she was lost. She didn’t know what aspects of her life would follow the same trajectory as her past life, and which parts would veer off course instead.

Morning!

The gentle sunlight streamed through the curtains.

Banxia had spent the night in a state of half-sleep, half-awake. When she finally got up, she resembled a little lazy kitten.

Yan Ting had always woken up promptly at six every morning. But today, with the little woman snuggling into his arms, he unexpectedly stayed in bed until seven-thirty.