My Taoist nun girlfriend is from the Republic of China era, 1942.

Chapter 132 Son
Chen Xiaomiao frantically tried to tear off or pull up that damned swimsuit.

The more anxious you are, the more disobedient the fabric becomes, and it wraps around you even tighter.

Lu Yuan reached out to Chen Xiaomiao, his hand not roughly but with an irresistible force, and grabbed her flailing wrist.

"Lu...Lu Yuan, what are you doing!"

Chen Xiaomiao tried to struggle, but her strength was no match for Lu Yuan's, like a cat scratching her.

Lu Yuan didn't say anything, but gently pushed her back, suddenly closing the distance between them.

The man's scorching body heat, still damp, assaulted Chen Xiaomiao's senses. She could even see the tiny, still-damp water droplets on his slightly heaving chest.

Her mind went blank, and she shrank back in fright, but there was only the headboard behind her, leaving her nowhere to retreat.

Finally, he turned his head away, muttering incoherently, "...I...it's not time yet..."

Lu Yuan thought this was just a girl's shyness at the last minute, a symbolic refusal.

After all, they should have gotten to where they are today a long time ago.

But when his hand touched Chen Xiaomiao's smooth shoulder, preparing to pull aside the troublesome swimsuit strap, the girl beneath him struggled violently as if she had been burned.

It wasn't a coy, feigned resistance; it was a genuine act of dodging and pushing.

"Lu Yuan!"

Lu Yuan paused.

The girl's voice wasn't loud, but it was like a bucket of ice water being poured over someone's head.

There was no emotion, no shyness, only clear rejection and helplessness in her tone.

Lu Yuan couldn't help but ask, "Xiao Miao, are you afraid of me and unwilling?"

Chen Xiaomiao shook her head vigorously: "No."

"Then why?"

"Because...because of our son."

"What?"

Lu Yuan was stunned, wondering if he had misheard.

son?

Where did this son come from?
The last vestiges of anger in his mind were completely extinguished by this nonsensical remark, leaving only a sense of absurdity and bewilderment.

Lu Yuan sighed deeply, rolled over onto the edge of the bed, lay flat on his back, stared at the ceiling, and his chest heaved.

Chen Xiaomiao quickly sat up, hurriedly pulled a pillow over and hugged it to her chest to cover the messy spring scenery.

She lowered her head, not daring to look at Lu Yuan, her hands gripping the edges of the pillowcase so tightly that she almost tore the fabric to shreds.

A long time passed, so long that Lu Yuan thought Chen Xiaomiao wasn't going to explain.

Chen Xiaomiao secretly glanced at the man, and seeing that he didn't seem angry at all, just a little dejected, she blushed and whispered, "I'm sorry, Lu Yuan..."

"It's nothing." Lu Yuan waved his hand, his voice weak and listless: "Tell me, what exactly does our son mean? Explain it to me clearly."

Chen Xiaomiao bit her lower lip, seemingly making a difficult decision, and after a long while said, "Hearing this might shorten your lifespan a little..."

"Shortening one's lifespan?"

Lu Yuan was both amused and exasperated. He reached out and took Chen Xiaomiao's cold hand, saying, "Let's fold it together. Stop dawdling and tell me quickly."

The warmth from her palm gave Chen Xiaomiao courage.

She finally made up her mind and asked first, "Lu Yuan, do you still believe that Jiaxin's child is a virgin?"

Do I look like I don't believe you?

Looking at Chen Xiaomiao's solemn expression, Lu Yuan's heart skipped a beat, and a ridiculous guess suddenly popped into his head.

"You're not trying to tell me that our future son is also destined to be a virgin, are you?"

"The fate of a child is related to the Eight Characters (Ba Zi), and it's still uncertain when our son will be born."

Chen Xiaomiao shook her head and solemnly said, "That day in front of Master's memorial tablet, I asked a divination about the two of us... The divination said that if we have a son in the future, he will be born with a special ability."

"Opening the Heavenly Aperture?"

Lu Yuan's pupils dilated slightly.

Although he didn't know exactly what the "Heavenly Aperture" was, just hearing the name made him feel that it was something extraordinary, exuding a mysterious and powerful aura.

Chen Xiaomiao began to explain to Lu Yuan: "It means that he was born different from ordinary people. He could communicate with ghosts and gods and understand yin and yang. He was a genius in the study of Taoism."

They are as precocious and intelligent as those born under the "Childhood Sweetheart" destiny, but without any negative side effects; they are destined to achieve great things.

"You'd be hard-pressed to find one in a million, even among tens of millions of people. My master lived to be over ninety and he only ever saw one."

Lu Yuan's mind raced, and he blurted out the answer after only a moment's thought.

"My grandpa?"

Chen Xiaomiao nodded solemnly.

"hiss--"

Lu Yuan gasped, sat up abruptly, and sat cross-legged facing Chen Xiaomiao, his eyes gleaming with excitement.

"Isn't this a fantastic thing!"

Could his own son possess the extraordinary abilities of his maternal grandfather, Chen Shu?
Lu Yuanguang could laugh himself awake just thinking about it.

"What's so good about it!"

Taoism teaches that Heaven takes from the excess and gives to the deficient. Although the son is a prodigy born with extraordinary abilities, he is destined to face a great calamity.

The divination indicates that the benefactor who can help him through this calamity... hasn't been born yet.

Chen Xiaomiao let out a long sigh.

"So, if I were to get pregnant now... I'm afraid... after the baby is born..."

Lu Yuan's mind was buzzing.

The excitement vanished instantly, replaced by a sense of powerlessness, as if being toyed with by fate.

He was stunned for a long time before he found his voice and finally asked, "Didn't you say that you weren't good at fortune telling and could only tell about trivial things? How come you can tell this?"

"It's precisely because my skills are lacking that this speaks volumes!"

Chen Xiaomiao explained, "I know my own limitations."

That day, I simply asked my master for a divination; I didn't expect to get any results.

But those divination results, one by one, were so clear and distinct, so it must be my master guiding me from heaven!

I'm keeping this from you because knowing such a profound secret would truly shorten my lifespan.

Lu Yuan fell completely silent.

After he had processed this unbelievable information, he asked a practical question.

"How much will it shorten your lifespan?"

"I...I'm not sure either, there probably aren't many..."

"Not too many are fine."

Lu Yuan exhaled a breath of stale air, reached out and rubbed her head, ruffling her hair.

"What's done is done, how can we take it back? Don't take it to heart, maybe if we're together, God will give us a 50% discount."

Chen Xiaomiao chuckled, amused by the man, and most of her fear and unease dissipated.

The atmosphere eased, but some things remained unchanged.

Chen Xiaomiao's gaze inadvertently drifted downwards and caught sight of the bath towel around Lu Yuan's waist.

A certain high mountain exudes an undeniable presence.

She hugged the pillow and fidgeted for a long time, feeling really bad, and shyly expressed her apologies.

"If you're really angry... I can help you with that... or... didn't you buy that last time...?"

This "that", that "this"...

As Lu Yuan listened to the girl's incoherent words, the last trace of romantic thoughts in his mind vanished completely.

He waved his hand, nimbly rolled out of bed, found his clothes and put them on, all in one smooth motion without the slightest hesitation.

"Garlic Bird, Garlic Bird."

For his first time, Lu Yuan still wanted to preserve a pure, primal, and wild experience.

"You should sleep a little longer."

Lu Yuan opened the door and walked out of the room.

Standing in the sunlit corridor, a mountain breeze carries the fresh scent of grass and trees.

When my son is born, I'll definitely find a chance to have a good chat with him.

Being a dad isn't easy...

(End of this chapter)