Good Luck in the Year of the Pig

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The only one who could continue the bloodline was Qin Zhuopu.
A man who didn’t like women and was particularly stubborn and opinionated.
It was impossible to force him to marry a woman for the rest of his life, and the remaining path of in vitro fertilisation was problematic.

She didn’t know if Qin Zhuopu was anxious or not, but the elders of the Qin family were so anxious that they couldn’t sleep or eat.
Recently her mother accompanied Mrs.
Qin to pray to the Buddha and ask about feng shui.
One day she would worship the Immortal Goddess Bixia, the next she would worship Guanyin, which was some kind of magic in itself.
To put it mildly, Mrs.
Gao sympathised with Qin Zhuopu.
Sometimes the pressure from the family was even more painful than being scolded by outsiders.

Qin Zhuopu, who hadn’t relaxed for a long time, galloped happily around Zicao Lake for several laps, sweating and panting hard before slowly stopping.
He let his horse walk on the grass, unconsciously wandering to the golf court.
Separated by the net, there were a few familiar young people playing.
He was not ready to say hello, so he turned around and rode away quietly.

“Lu Ying! Lu Ying, be careful…”

The horse neighed and was suddenly forced to stop.
The man on horse slowly turned his head, his gaze falling on the court again carelessly and finally fixing on a young girl.
His deep eyes were calm and unmoving, and he seemed to be lost in thought.

The horse set off again, galloping straight to the club’s recreational area.
Qin Zhuopu was a top member and had a regular private space.
It was a beautiful little wooden western-style building with wide glass doors and windows, and the most beautiful view of Zicao Lake when the curtains were drawn.
In the past, when he wasn’t very busy, he would play here all day and then take a break to enjoy a rare quiet time at night, admiring the stars in the sky.

He loved those nights.

Lu Ying loved them even more than he did.

Every night spent here was filled with wanton laughter and lingering love.
Every time he thought of it inadvertently, it always made the calm lake of his heart ripple endlessly.

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“Ding ding dah ~ ding dah ~ Jingle dah ~ ding dah ~”

It was drizzling, and Lu Ying, wearing a raincoat, was riding his moped, while Lu Zaizai’s cheerful singing voice kept floating over the crowded road, so out-of-tune that it almost made people laugh to death.
Lu Ying didn’t dare to discourage his excited son, so he held back his laughter, his shoulders shaking.
When they reached the red light, the drivers in the traffic jam next to them smiled, looking at the chubby kid who was intoxicated by his own singing.

Unaware of this, Lu Zaizai squinted his eyes slightly and continued to sing in the cold wind.

“We are sitting on the sleigh~ How happy we are skiing~~Ding Ding Da~~” His round face was flushed, obviously showing how hot he was in his heart, loaded full of Christmas joy.

In two days, it would be Christmas.
Santa Claus from the West had been popular in the country for many years, and Christmas had gradually become a well-known festive day.
On that day, the kindergarten would organise the children to celebrate Christmas together, and the children were required to be proficient in the Christmas songs.
Lu Zaizai didn’t usually like to sing at all, but the songs requested by the teacher definitely had to be studied seriously.

After all, the teacher told him that on Christmas Day, Santa Claus (parents) would prepare a gift for every well-behaved and cute child to hang on the kindergarten’s Christmas tree.

Of course Lu Zaizai had to behave well, otherwise what Santa would do if he missed his gift?

When Lu Ying went to the kindergarten this morning, he had already handed in his prepared gift to the teacher.
He saw the oversized Christmas tree in the kindergarten hall, decorated with lights and extremely impressive.
As a parent, he was pleased with the happy atmosphere of the kindergarten.
He always remembered someone saying that for a child, the most important thing was not to learn knowledge but to enjoy a healthy and happy childhood.

“What a spirited child, he’s not afraid of the cold, ah…” Inside a black luxury car on a crowded road, a grey-haired lady looked sideways at the singing Lu Zaizai nestled in the front seat of an electric moped not far away.
She could only see his flushed profile and hear the child’s energetic singing.
The woman who really liked children couldn’t help smiling.
To her, no matter how rich or poor, how tall or short, how thin or fat, an innocent child was always one of the loveliest things in the world.
For years, she had hoped to be surrounded with children, with her grandchildren, to have a happy and lively family.
But things were not going her way.
Her son was already in his thirties; was her wish for a grandson too much?

Heavens wouldn’t let her have her wish, but she didn’t want to give up so easily.

Otherwise, why would she have come to a town like Qixia… the little town she didn’t have a good impression of?