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

Chapter 194 A Predestined Marriage?
One week later, at Beijing Capital International Airport.

Chen Xiaomiao led Lu Yang, followed by Ning Qian, who was dressed in a sharp suit.

"Look at the time, why haven't they come out yet?" Chen Xiaomiao muttered to herself as she peered inside on tiptoe.

"Mom, the plane just landed, we still need to collect our luggage, it won't be quick," Lu Yang said calmly, looking up.

"Oh, that makes sense."

Chen Xiaomiao nodded, then couldn't help but mutter, "Your father is the same; he insisted that he had some important meeting today and couldn't get away."

As they were talking, a small figure suddenly squeezed out from the crowd at the exit.

"Yangyang!"

Zhao Moli let out a scream and charged straight at Lu Yang.

She was running too fast, her short legs tripped her, and she was about to fall face-first into the mud.

Qi Lili exclaimed in surprise from behind, and Lu Yang quickly stepped forward and steadily embraced her.

"Waaah... Yangyang! I miss you so much!"

A week apart feels like an eternity to a child.

"Godmother!"

Zhao Moli moved away from Lu Yang and then opened her arms to pounce on Chen Xiaomiao.

Chen Xiaomiao happily picked up her goddaughter, bounced her around, and pinched her cheek: "Oh my, my good girl, you're finally here! Let your godmother take a look, have you lost weight?"

"I haven't lost weight! My mom feeds me meat every day!"

Zhao Moli answered loudly, her speech still as clear and slightly slurred as ever.

Zhao Qiang was still the same burly and strong man, but he had changed into a new jacket and looked much more energetic.

Qi Lili had permed her hair and wore light makeup, making her look even more charming than when she was in Jiangcheng.

"Sister-in-law, Brother Qiang, are you tired from the journey?"

Chen Xiaomiao put Zhao Moli down and greeted her with a smile.

"Not tired, not tired."

Qi Lili handed the luggage cart to Ning Qian and took Chen Xiaomiao's hand: "Xiaomiao, I'm sorry to have troubled you to make this trip again."

"That's not very polite of you," Chen Xiaomiao said, giving her a reproachful look. "Yuanzi was in a meeting and couldn't come, so don't take it personally."

"Look at what you said."

Zhao Qiang chuckled good-naturedly and reached out to ruffle his daughter's hair: "Yuanzi, you should be busy with important matters. We're all brothers, why bother with all that nonsense?"

The group walked towards the parking lot, chatting and laughing. Zhao Moli clung to Lu Yang the whole time, holding his hand tightly as if afraid he would run away, chattering incessantly.

"Yangyang, let me tell you, the plane I just rode on was huge, bigger than the ones on TV!"

"Ah."

"That little bread roll on the plane was so delicious!"

"Ah."

"The airport in the capital is bigger than the one in Jiangcheng; I almost got lost just now..."

Lu Yang listened quietly, and the emptiness he felt after a week apart was quietly filled by the girl's clear and lively voice.

The car stopped at the entrance of a residential area.

Ning Qian helped them get the access pass, and the car drove straight into the underground parking garage.

Take the elevator to the twelfth floor. The elevator doors open to reveal a spacious, separate lobby.

Ning Qian stepped forward, unlocked the door with his fingerprint, and pushed open the heavy solid wood door.

"Mr. Zhao, Ms. Qi, this is the accommodation arranged for you."

Qi Lili stood in the center of the living room, staring at the more than 300-square-meter space, and was stunned for a long time.

Zhao Qiang was also stunned, opened his mouth, and after a long time, he managed to stammer out, "Yuanzi, this...this is too much of a waste."

"Brother Qiang, just settle in. As Lu Yuan said, the house is just sitting empty anyway."

Unlike her parents, Zhao Moli rushed into the house.

"Wow, it's huge, godmother! Where's my room?"

"No, that..."

Chen Xiaomiao pointed to the side-lying position, and Zhao Moli immediately rushed over and pushed the door open.

The entire room was painted a soft pink, with a dreamy princess bed in the center and lace curtains hanging above the headboard.

A thick, long-pile carpet covered the floor, and in the corner stood a giant teddy bear, taller than Zhao Moli, wearing blue overalls and looking adorable.

On the other side of the room, there is a wall of built-in cabinets, which are filled with all kinds of toys and picture books.

"Wow--!"

Zhao Moli toddled over with her short legs and hugged the teddy bear's fluffy leg, rubbing her little face against it, practically bubbling with happiness. Chen Xiaomiao stepped forward, bent down, and picked up her goddaughter, smiling as she asked, "Do you like it? Your godmother prepared it for you."

"I love it! I love Big Bear the most!"

Zhao Moli gave Chen Xiaomiao a big kiss on the cheek.

Chen Xiaomiao didn't mind, wiped her hand with the back of her hand, and teased her again: "So, do you like your godmother more, or do you like Yangyang more?"

This problem was clearly beyond the little girl's ability to handle.

Zhao Moli's brows furrowed instantly. She looked at Chen Xiaomiao, who was holding her, then turned to look at Lu Yang standing at the door. She sucked on her fingers for a long time, caught in an unprecedented dilemma.

"It's still...it's still Yangyang."

Zhao Moli seemed to feel that her answer was a little "sorry" to her godmother, so she quickly hugged Chen Xiaomiao's neck and tried to make amends: "I like godmother the second most! Just a little less than Yangyang!"

She extended her little finger, gesturing a distance about the size of a fingernail.

Chen Xiaomiao was amused and deliberately put on a serious face: "Not even a little bit! What about your father, mother, and godfather? Where did they go?"

Zhao Moli was completely dumbfounded.

She looked at this and then at that, her little face turning bright red, so anxious she was about to cry, but she couldn't come up with a solution for a long time.

The room was immediately filled with cheerful laughter.

Finally, Lu Yang stepped forward and said, "Jasmine, let's go see your new toy."

"Ok!"

Zhao Moli felt as if she had been granted a pardon. She immediately struggled out of Chen Xiaomiao's arms and left hand in hand with Lu Yang.

The two children were playing in the room when Qi Lili and Chen Xiaomiao went to the kitchen to prepare lunch.

The refrigerator in the kitchen was already packed full, with all kinds of ingredients.

Zhao Qiang took the list made by Qi Lili and went out to buy the missing daily necessities.

Lu Yuan arrived around noon after finishing his meeting.

The two families sat together, creating a warm and lively atmosphere.

Lu Yuan took out a bottle of Moutai with an antique-style packaging from the cabinet and personally filled Zhao Qiang's glass.

"Qiangzi, sister-in-law, today's meal is a welcome dinner for you, and also a housewarming party."

Zhao Qiang picked up his wine glass, his eyes feeling a little hot.

A thousand words stuck in his throat, finally turning into just one sentence: "Yuanzi... I won't say anymore, it's all in the wine."

He tilted his head back and drank the wine in his glass in one gulp.

Lu Yuan also drank it, patted him on the shoulder and said, "We're brothers, no need for empty talk. I'm only where I am today because of the blessings of the older generation."

"If you have the ability, you should lend a hand to your brother."

After a few drinks, they started talking non-stop.

The four adults chatted about everything under the sun, from their old neighbors in Jiangcheng to their new lives in the capital, and the conversation naturally turned to the two children.

"I have no other hope now."

Zhao Qiang's cheeks were flushed from drinking. Looking at his two children with longing, he sighed, "I just hope to see these two grow up and get married soon. That would make my life complete."

"What's the rush?" Lu Yuan picked up a piece of fish and put it in his son's bowl, laughing, "He's still so young."

“We’re not in a hurry, but Grandpa and Grandma are.”

Chen Xiaomiao chimed in from the side: "She was talking to me the other day about whether she could see her great-great-grandson."

Lu Yuan raised his glass and could only smile helplessly.

Zhao Moli didn't quite understand the adults' conversation, but she understood the word "marriage".

She put down her spoon, blinked her big eyes, and looked up at Chen Xiaomiao, asking, "Godmother, will I marry Yangyang in the future?"

“Yes,” Chen Xiaomiao continued teasing her, “Would Jasmine be willing?”

"Of course I'm willing! I want to marry Yangyang and be her bride!"

Zhao Moli clapped her hands happily, her childlike innocence shining through.

Another burst of cheerful laughter filled the dinner table.

Amid the adults' cheers, Lu Yang smiled shyly, his gaze fixed on his mother's joyful face.

He once again clearly felt his mother's urgency.

It was as if his marriage to Jasmine was an extremely important and necessary thing to do.

But why?

Lu Yang lowered his head and slowly stirred the rice in his bowl with a spoon. For the first time, he felt a little confused about his life, which had already been planned out for him.

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(End of this chapter)