Chapter 689
Chapter 689: Chapter 41: A Family of Three?
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You can tell.
He didn’t want to stay here for even a second.
“What do you want to eat?”
Zhao Yingjun turned his head to look at Lin Xian.
“What do you want to eat?”
Lin Xian looked down at Yu Xi.
Yu Xi lifted the sunglasses that covered most of her face and looked up at Lin Xian:
“I want to eat hotpot.”
…
Half an hour later, Lin Xian had already put the fourth plate of meat into the hotpot for Yu Xi.
Yu Xi hadn’t even lifted her head once.
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This made Lin Xian feel a bit guilty…
Had she been eating too poorly while following him in Mi Country, to be this starved?
“The young girl has a good appetite.”
Zhao Yingjun also looked at Yu Xi with a bit of surprise:
“It seems after staying in Mi Country for so long, once back in China, she devours her food like this?”
“Probably.”
Lin Xian said noncommittally:
“It could also be that kids are growing and just eat a lot.
The young nephews back in my hometown, even though they don’t look chubby, at this teenage age, they eat with basins, always complaining they can’t get full, hungry again right after eating.”
Zhao Yingjun seemed thoughtful, slowly nodding his head, then looked at Lin Xian:
“What’s the little girl’s name?”
“Yu Xi,” Lin Xian said.
Zhao Yingjun’s chopsticks paused mid-air, he blinked, and smiled slightly:
“That name…
it’s really nice to listen to, and very unique.
The person who chose this name must be very cultured and, I would guess, a very emotional person as well.”
“Indeed.”
Lin Xian nodded and said:
“When I first heard this name, I thought it was just strange, wondering who would name their child something so odd?
It was really strange, difficult to pronounce, and…
somewhat ominous, right?”
“But after becoming familiar with it, I felt that the name was indeed very pleasant to hear, full of poetic sense.
It’s oddly beautiful when spoken, with a sense of grandeur, as if a heavy historical weight from the Wu River’s banks is rushing toward you.”
This was the true feeling in Lin Xian’s heart.
Or maybe it was because he now saw Yu Xi through a “live-and-die together filter”?
It just seemed that this little girl and her name were becoming cuter the more he looked at her.
Yu Xi.
Although when he first heard the name, what came to mind was ‘Yu Xi, Yu Xi, what can I do about you.’
Very bleak.
But isn’t the daring and fearless spirit of Yu Ji also what parents hope for their daughter as she grows up?
“Unlucky, is it?”
Zhao Yingjun put down his chopsticks and smiled:
“Actually, I never thought of it that way.
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I really like the name, perhaps mainly because I admire the historical figure Yu Ji.”
“Do you like Yu Ji?” Lin Xian asked.
“Yes, I really like the story of ‘Farewell My Concubine’.”
Zhao Yingjun saw that Yu Xi had finished her drink while gobbling up the meat, so he took his own untouched drink and placed it in front of her:
“But my fondness for the story is not because I admire Xiang Yu’s bravado; it’s actually more because I appreciate the spiritual qualities of Yu Ji.”
“I think compared to Xiang Yu, what Yu Ji did is more hero-like.
Despite being a woman, she did not fear hardship or danger, chose life through facing death, and paid with her own life, ensuring that Xiang Yu could fight without any worries.”
“There are many ancient tales about women dying for love, most of them filled with melancholic loneliness, sentimental and mournful.
But heroines like Yu Ji, who danced and sung in the tent before ending her own life to fulfill her oath, are rare.
So…
I can quite understand why Yu Xi’s parents would name her so.”
Zhao Yingjun smiled again, looked at Yu Xi who had finished another plate of meat, and put some more for her:
“They probably hope that their daughter can be like Yu Ji, brave and strong, daring to love and hate, have her own dreams, and if she finds the man worth devoting her life to, to live heroically and proudly for a lifetime.”
“I don’t know if I’m right, but…”
She paused, placed the empty meat plate, and lifted her head to look at Lin Xian:
“[If I were to name my daughter Yu Xi, this would definitely be my thinking.]”
Lin Xian didn’t speak the whole time.
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So I listened as Zhao Yingjun shared her thoughts.
I didn’t expect…
The more she talked, the more things felt off.
Many things, Huang Que’s and Zhao Yingjun’s thoughts, as well as their love for the story “Farewell My Concubine,” their admiration for the historical figure Yu Ji, were all eerily identical.
But this was also to be expected, after all, Zhao Yingjun and Huang Que were the same person.
It’s just that…
Huang Que had never talked to me about her views on naming our future children, our daughter, or the hopes pinned to the name.
Now that Zhao Yingjun mentioned it today…
I’m genuinely a bit worried about the two paternity test reports.
It can’t be that all these blood relations spanning time and space will ultimately come full circle with Zhao Yingjun, right?
“So…”
Lin Xian set down the beverage he was holding and asked softly:
“Then, in the future, if you have a daughter, would you name her ‘Yu Xi’?”
Zhao Yingjun laughed softly:
“How could I be certain?
In the end, what the child is named and what name she takes, it’s still for the father to decide.
Whatever my daughter’s name is, it will definitely be up to her father.”
“My own name was given by my father, and from the literal meaning, it’s clear he had high expectations for me.
‘Yingjun’ implies beautiful jade in ancient language, symbolizing qualities as pristine as white jade.
Speaking of which…
Lin Xian, who named you?
It sounds quite romantic, does it have anything to do with the very elegant string theory in physics?”
“I don’t think so.”
Lin Xian spread his hands:
“My parents were just ordinary workers in a state-owned factory; they probably didn’t have such a high level of knowledge in physics…
So, I’ve never really asked them why they chose this name for me.
Of course, it’s also possible it wasn’t them, but some other educated person who gave me the name?
I’ll take the opportunity to ask them later.”
As he spoke.
Lin Xian remembered why Zhao Yingjun came to see him at the office today.
She usually wouldn’t trouble herself to come over without good reason.
Her rush to my office must have been for something important, but it was interrupted by Brother Wang’s loud voice.
Was it about the Pomeranian VV?
Is it depressed again?
Or is there something else?
Lin Xian directly asked:
“Speaking of which, did you come to my office this afternoon to see me for something?”
“Ah, that’s right.”
Zhao Yingjun looked up:
“You see, with all this turmoil, I totally forgot about the real issue.”
She sat back in her chair, leaned against the backrest, sat up straight, and looked at Lin Xian:
“Actually, it’s not a big deal.
Just now we were talking about how my father named me…
My parents are coming to Donghai City tomorrow.”
“Coming to Donghai?”
Lin Xian picked up a napkin to wipe the corners of his mouth:
“Are they coming for sightseeing?
Business?”
“No,”
Zhao Yingjun shook her head with a smile:
“They are coming specially to visit me, planning to stay in Donghai City for a while, and they have property here.”
“Oh, that’s pretty good.”
Lin Xian said:
“That’s right, you only go back once a year for the New Year, busy all year and barely see them.
Your parents, having only you as a daughter, must miss you a lot.”
“Is that why you were looking for me?
Do you need my help with anything?
A ride?
Moving stuff?”
“No, no, nothing like that.”
Zhao Yingjun waved her hand.
Then she crossed her hands in front of her, resting them on her abdomen.
She looked up.
And smiled at Lin Xian:
“My parents…
they’d like to meet you.”