A Fish Longing for the Old Pond

Part 2

3

I had always been optimistic, but now I felt a bit dejected.

Clearly, I had no memory of the events they mentioned.

I opened the food box, and the dishes looked quite good, all my favorites.

This raised a bit of suspicion in me.

Would anyone care about the dietary preferences of a marquis's wife who was unloved and confined?

But given the situation, I decided to eat first.

I carried the food box to the pavilion in the courtyard, and took out a storybook I found in the room, planning to eat while reading. This had been my habit since childhood.

Just after taking a few bites, I heard rustling noises from the corner of the courtyard.

I turned my head sharply.

The little boy I saw in the morning was stuck in the dog hole at the corner of the wall, staring at me.

When our eyes met, a trace of panic flashed in his eyes, and he started to push himself back with his little arms.

A startled cry came from behind the wall.

I couldn't help but chuckle, then I rushed over and pulled him out of the dog hole.

"Hehe, got you."

His fair little face was smudged with dirt, and he shrank in my arms, not daring to struggle, tears welling up in his clear eyes.

He said, "Don't hit me, don't hit me."

Hearing his words, my smile faded instantly.

I knew myself, even if I was in a bad mood, I would never take it out on a child.

"I... have I hit you before?"

The little boy lowered his eyes, not daring to look at me.

"I know Mother didn't mean to."

Before I could respond, the little girl crawled out of the dog hole.

"Let him go!"

She puffed out her cheeks, her expression tense as she stared at the boy in my arms, as if afraid I would drop him in a fit of anger.

I blinked.

"I'll put him down, but you mustn't run away. I... Mother has a few questions to ask you."

4

I put the boy down and raised my hand to touch their heads, but both of them instinctively flinched with their eyes closed.

A wave of indescribable sadness washed over me, but I forced a gentle smile and asked, "What are your names?"

"I am the older sister, Chi Chun Yi."

"I am the older brother, Chi Fei Wan."

So you two are each claiming to be the elder sibling, huh.

Wait a minute!

Chi Chun Yi, Chi Fei Wan...

Those are the names from the story I wrote.

You see, I have no hobbies other than reading storybooks since I was a child, and occasionally I write my own.

Of course, the leads are always me and Chi Yan Chi.

Chi Chun Yi and Chi Fei Wan were the names I came up with for the children in my latest story.

So this means the Marquis of Xuancheng is Chi Yan Chi!

Wait, he named the children after the characters in my story, which means he read what I wrote?

I felt a sudden blackout in my vision. Those stories were not safe for work.

In the story, I detailed all my fantasies about married life with Chi Yan Chi.

Including our intimate moments.

This... this... this...

And in the next second, something even more embarrassing than having the lead read my erotic stories happened.

I heard the two children cheerfully call out behind me:

"Father!"

5

I had no time to feel embarrassed as I quickly turned around.

Ten years later, Chi Yan Chi stood not far away, hands clasped behind his back.

His appearance hadn't changed much, but his aura had transformed dramatically.

The Chi Yan Chi of the past was like a bamboo, praised by everyone as a proper gentleman.

But now, his demeanor was as deep and ominous as a dried-up well, his gaze filled with aggression, like a beast searching for its prey.

"Ah-Yan."

I couldn't help but murmur.

In the next second, Chi Yan Chi's expression turned to disgust. He immediately signaled the nanny to take the two children away.

Then he turned and grabbed me by the neck.

"Who gave you permission to call me that!"

His grip wasn't strong, but his eyes looked like he wanted to tear me to pieces.

Perhaps I should have been frightened, but instead, I felt an inappropriate thrill.

So, I called him, "Young Master Chi."

In the past, when Chi Yan Chi invited me out for a boat ride or tea, he never dared to cross any lines, always ensuring there were servants present during our conversations.

But I wasn't one to follow the rules.

Whenever no one was looking, I would stroke his hand through his sleeve.

Chi Yan Chi would blush lightly from my teasing but never stopped me.

Sometimes, when he got flustered, he would briefly hold my hand in return, then quickly let go, realizing it was improper.

In those moments, I would teasingly call him, "Young Master Chi."