After divorcing the mute girl, President Gu knelt down and begged for reconciliation.

Chapter 172 Younger Brothers and Sisters
Before she could speak, Gu Xijue spoke up.

"Does Tangtang want a younger brother or sister?"

This topic really made Song Jin'an physically uncomfortable.

Gu Hetang nodded without hesitation: "I want it, I want it..."

She's still not quite used to speaking long sentences, so she hasn't been able to say them yet.

Song Jin'an glared at Gu Xijue and then had the child taken away.

……

The New Year's Eve dinner at the Gu residence was very quiet; there were many dishes on the table, but hardly any people.

Because the old man of the Gu family didn't sit at the table, he stayed in his own courtyard and ate the special tribute food.

Only Gu Donglin and his wife, she, Gu Xijue, and their child were at the table.

There were only five people; it looked very deserted.

There wasn't much laughter or chatter during the meal, because the extended family was known for its strict rules of not speaking while eating or sleeping, and they could only tolerate the occasional noise from the children.

The older generation of the Gu family still continues the old traditional culture of staying up all night on New Year's Eve.

However, Gu Hetang definitely wouldn't be able to stay up until the New Year; the little guy would fuss and then fall asleep.

The family sat on the sofa watching the gala, but they couldn't watch it all because Gu Hetang had fallen asleep at nine o'clock.

Everyone returned to their respective rooms at 9:30. Song Jin'an rarely stayed in Gu Xijue's room in the old house; in fact, she practically never did. In the past few years, she had only stayed in that house a handful of times.

She first settled the child in bed. Since the child wasn't home, the child would have to sleep with her and Gu Xijue tonight.

When Gu Xijue came out of the bathroom, he saw a woman sitting on the side playing on her phone. She was drying her hair as she walked in and glanced at her as she edited some text.

In the past six months, she seems to have become quite famous in the comic book world, and even her social media accounts have gained nearly 100,000 followers.

This made Gu Xijue look at him with new respect.

He draped a towel over her phone, his tone commanding: "Dry my hair."

Song Jin'an tossed the towel aside and angrily typed two lines on her phone.

Am I a servant?

—Or do you not have hands?
Gu Xijue glanced at her and sat down on the edge of the bed: "You are my wife."

Song Jin'an couldn't help but roll her eyes.

—Does being your wife mean I have to dry your hair for you?
"You don't understand the fun between husband and wife?" Gu Xijue glanced at her and continued, "Didn't you draw it in your comics, saying it was the fun between husband and wife?"

Song Jin'an: "..."

Her face visibly flushed red.

I never expected him to... actually look at my own comics?
—Those are all paintings, they're fake!

"Art imitates life." Gu Xijue suppressed his temper, not wanting to argue with her: "Go ahead and wipe it."

Song Jin'an blushed as she wiped his face, but she wiped with very strong force, not at all like she was wiping properly.

But gradually her movements became gentler, because she had no strength left.

Feeling frustrated, I stopped wiping after a while, grabbed my pajamas, and went to take a shower.

Gu Xijue watched her retreating figure, a dark glint flashing in his eyes.

This woman's temper is getting worse and worse.

……

After spending New Year's Eve and the third day of the Lunar New Year at their old house, the couple took their child back to their villa.

But Lin's mother and the others are on annual leave and won't be back for a few more days, so there are no maids at home and they have to do everything themselves.

There was no food in the refrigerator, so Song Jin'an went to the supermarket and bought some, which she put in the refrigerator and will last for a few days.

Moreover, if you really don't want to cook, you can eat out.

After all, she now has money, and her life seems to be getting better and better.

When Gu Xijue returned home that evening, he saw Gu Hetang sitting by the kitchen door playing with toys, while Song Jin'an, wearing an apron, was cooking inside. "Mom, is Dad coming home?"

"I miss my dad..."

Gu Hetang looked up every time, so he didn't see his beloved father return.

"Soon, Dad will be back soon." Song Jin'an replied on her phone. She had just finished washing the fruit and turned to take it out for Gu Hetang to eat when she immediately saw Gu Xijue standing behind Gu Hetang.

Her eyes lit up, and she played it on her phone again.

"Dad's back, he's standing right behind you!"

Gu Hetang turned around and saw Gu Xijue returning, so she immediately rushed back to him.

Her voice was sweet and soft: "Daddy, Daddy..."

Song Jin'an handed the fruit plate containing the phone to Gu Xijue, whose face darkened.

She gestured with her hand.

—Watch her eat a little, but not too much, because it'll be time for dinner soon.

After saying that, she went straight back to the kitchen and continued cooking, without even glancing at Gu Xijue again.

Gu Xijue carried the child and a fruit platter into the living room.

After dinner, Song Jin'an handed over the task of telling bedtime stories to Gu Xijue and went to wash up first.

But by the time Gu Xijue had soothed the child, Song Jin'an was already asleep in bed.

For some reason, a sudden fire rose in his lower abdomen. He walked to the bedside and said, "You're sleeping soundly."

The sound wasn't too loud or too soft, and Song Jin'an wasn't sleeping soundly, so she frowned, turned her back, and continued to sleep.

Gu Xijue glanced at her several times, then went to the bathroom to take a shower. He then laid her down in the quilt next to him, where a warm feeling washed over him, and a faint fragrance lingered around him.

It was coming from her; he felt a surge of anger within him. Although the two had had marital relations in the past six months, it hadn't been very frequent, because Song Jin'an had devoted herself entirely to her studies and comics. After each encounter, she would fall asleep like a log.

His eyes were dark as he quietly looked at the woman in front of him.

Song Jin'an turned around involuntarily again, and the two of them suddenly faced each other, though she was unaware of it while she was asleep.

But at that moment, Gu Xijue pulled her into his arms and pressed her down, and Song Jin'an felt very heavy.

It felt like I couldn't breathe. When I opened my eyes, I saw a pair of wolf eyes staring at their prey in the dim yellow light.

Song Jin'an knew what those eyes were going to do next; they were an old married couple.

She knew what the man sleeping beside her wanted to do.

He stretched out his hand and gestured.

I'm a bit tired these past two days, I don't want to.

She really didn't mean it that way; she was just too tired. In recent years, whether it was dealing with elders or taking care of the children during the Lunar New Year, it was all quite exhausting.

Gu Xijue quickly and efficiently cleaned the person up.

"What are you tired about? Where are you tired?"

He didn't care about any of that; if they wouldn't give it to him, he would take it by force.

In the end, it could even be considered a kind of coy refusal.

She didn't know how much time had passed, but Song Jin'an was ordered not to fall asleep. A pair of dark eyes stared at her silently, deliberately causing trouble whenever she was about to fall asleep.

Song Jin'an couldn't take it anymore and kicked the person off the bed.

The two were already on the edge, and then they were kicked off. Gu Xijue glared at her, his eyes blazing: "Song Jin'an, you're dead tonight!"

She was pinned against the French windows and tortured until dawn broke; no amount of sobbing could help.

In a daze, I completely lost consciousness.

Before losing consciousness, he cursed in his mind.

Gu Xijue, you bastard.