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Accustomed to commanding the winds and rains in daily life, Ye Zixun began to feel out of place in the heat wave of Egypt. He wore a frown the entire time, only being dragged by Lan Baobao and their son and daughter to the so-called desert hot springs, getting closer to Gu Feng with an even sourer expression.
As night approached, Mumu and Ruo Ruo were unwilling to return to the hotel, insisting on staying overnight in the oasis town of the desert. Lan Baobao had come out simply to follow her son's wishes and also urged to stay in the town. Despite Ye Zixun's reluctance, seeing Lan Baobao's tearful eyes softened his heart, and he had no choice but to agree.
The place they stayed at that night was still a dilapidated mud house, and the sight of such ruin left Ye Zixun dumbfounded. However, Mumu and Ruo Ruo were quite delighted; they had never experienced such wild fun before. Mumu took out a compression bag from his luggage, revealing super warm bedding that he had prepared in advance—one for each person, snug and cozy.
Lan Baobao couldn't help but stick out her tongue. In terms of daily life, Mumu was always well-prepared, whether it was cooking or taking care of others. This excellent son was hers, and just thinking about it made her feel proud.
Mumu looked up at Lan Baobao with an air of superiority and couldn't help but tease, "Mom, what would you do without me? I've done everything you should be doing."
Ye Zixun reached out to ruffle Mumu's hair and then pressed down hard as a punishment for his nonsense in front of Lan Baobao.
After coaxing Mumu and Ruo Ruo to sleep, the temperature dropped further. However, Lan Baobao did not want to stay inside; she got up, put on thick clothes, and quietly stepped outside.
The stars in the desert night sky were unusually large, almost as if they could fall to the ground; one could reach out and pluck them. Lan Baobao cupped her hands around her mouth and sat down next to the bonfire that had been lit by the villagers earlier.
Everyone else had already gone to sleep; the entire village was silent. The only company she had was the vast ancient desert and the stars that seemed to be celebrating alone in the sky.
Suddenly, someone sat down beside her and tossed two pieces of wood into the bonfire. The flames immediately leaped high, sending warmth rushing toward her.
Lan Baobao looked at his profile—a sculpted face with a high nose bridge and sharp features.
This person was now her husband, someone she would need to be by her side for a while.
Yes, just "for a while" instead of "for a lifetime." Lan Baobao gently shook her head, trying to dispel a fleeting pang of heartache that swept through her.
She had been ignoring these inevitable things; ten years later, they would ultimately be strangers. No matter how close or intimate they were now, they would eventually go their separate ways.
Ye Zixun suddenly stretched out his arm and pulled Lan Baobao into his embrace. Without hesitation, he lowered his head and gave her a passionate kiss that took her breath away. His kiss was tender yet fervent; he occasionally nibbled on her lips. At first, Lan Baobao stared at him wide-eyed in surprise, but gradually she became entranced by his warmth and found herself responding involuntarily.
"Baby, look at me," Ye Zixun said.
Lan Baobao lifted her hazy eyes and looked into Ye Zixun's eyes.
His eyes held something she couldn't understand; besides the restless emotions, there was a hint of inexplicable tenderness. Why was he being gentle with her? He was usually cold to everyone, so why show her tenderness at such a moment?
She reached out her hand and slowly placed her palm over his eyes. She didn't want to see his gaze, deep and captivating, pulling at her heart.
Ye Zixun had his eyes covered by her hand and couldn't see her expression.
Lan Baobao turned her head and saw the starry sky outside the tent, the massive stars, the vast desert, and this man who was gentle in a way that was different from usual. Lan Baobao felt as if he had lifted her into the air, sometimes rising, sometimes sinking. Amidst the ups and downs, she vaguely saw a light and followed it, the brightness growing stronger and stronger...
She woke up to Ye Zixun calling her: "Baby, let me show you something."
Lan Baobao sat up and looked in the direction he was pointing. She saw the dazzling sun gradually rising above the horizon, its rays magnificent. The countless stars from the previous night had vanished, leaving only this brilliant light shining down on them.
In the sunlight, he appeared surrounded by a golden aura, reminding Lan Baobao of the sun god worshipped by ancient Egyptians.
The embodiment of the sun god must be as radiant as Ye Zixun.
Back in the house, Mumu had already finished washing up and had helped Ruo Ruo do the same. With an expression of knowing disdain, he looked at the two who had just entered: "Who is taking us to the Nile?"
Watching the sunrise in Egypt from the desert and then seeing the sunset over the Nile River; although Lan Baobao knew this honeymoon was merely a formality for their child's grandfather and had nothing to do with anything else, she suddenly found herself secretly telling herself that it was okay to treat this as her real honeymoon, as if it were truly a honeymoon for a couple.
The sunset may not be as glorious as the sunrise, but it was equally splendid. Ruo Ruo watched in rapt attention while Mumu earnestly promised her: "This is nothing; when I take you to see the sunset over the Seine River in Paris later, every girl loves Paris."
"Pfft, we just left Paris; why go back..." Lan Baobao couldn't help but laugh. Her son had been surprising her since birth; despite his age, he carried an unexpected maturity that surpassed his peers and shared a personality similar to his biological father.
To outsiders, this scene appeared beautiful: a handsome father, a delicate mother, and a pair of exquisitely crafted twins. However...
That being said, she had stayed in France for so long and had never actually gone to see the beautiful sunset...
For some reason, during this outing, Lan Baobao often thought about that ten-year contract, constantly reminding herself to stay alert; this was merely a transaction for money. To provide a better material life for Mumu and Ruo Ruo in the future, she had to endure these ten years. After ten years, she would be free.
However, the thought of leaving him made her feel so sad.
The next day's itinerary was to visit the Egyptian National Museum. Mumu wanted to see the statue of Akhenaten's daughter. Upon entering Minya City along the southern banks of the Nile River, Ye Zixun sensed that the atmosphere of the city felt a bit different. The streets were chaotic, with people coming and going. This time they hadn't brought any bodyguards; they were simply going wherever they felt like. Ye Zixun leaned closer to Lan Baobao and Mumu and Ruo Ruo: "Stay close to me and don't wander off."
Lan Baobao shot him a glance: "What are you worried about? There are no eagles here to catch chickens."
Mumu was too busy admiring the relics in the museum to care about the adults' warnings and ran off to see the museum's treasure—the statue of the pharaoh's daughter—characterized by the unique style of Egyptian murals, with smooth lines and beautiful shapes. As Mumu approached the statue for a closer look, suddenly loud noises came from the entrance.
He turned around to see a group of locals rushing in with sticks, starting to smash the artifacts.
Mumu was stunned, frozen in place as he watched those relics being destroyed by the assailants. The stunning statue and pottery he had just admired were now shattered on the ground. Suddenly, one person rushed toward the statue Mumu was looking at, raising a stick to smash it. Instinctively, Mumu lifted his foot to kick at the person's leg in an attempt to stop him. The man winced in pain and raised his stick to strike Mumu.
Lan Baobao was startled by the sudden intrusion of the mob and turned to see Mumu in danger. She quickly rushed over and hugged Mumu just as the man's stick came crashing down on her head.
Ye Zixun felt as if his heart had stopped. He rushed over, grabbing the man's wrist with his left hand while delivering a right hook straight to his face, causing him to fall to the ground.
Ye Zixun picked up Lan Baobao; her consciousness was already starting to fade as she looked at Ye Zixun with unfocused eyes. Mumu held onto Ruo Ruo: "Dad, I'm right behind you. Hurry and take Mom to the hospital."
When Lan Baobao woke up, her eyes fell on Ye Zixun sleeping beside her. She had never seen him look so haggard before; stubble had already begun to grow on his chin. Ye Zixun was someone who paid great attention to his appearance; even in Egypt's heat, he wore a suit without shedding a single piece of clothing despite sweating profusely. Now, aside from his stubble, there were dark circles under his eyes.
She raised her hand to touch her still-painful head, which was wrapped in bandages.
Feeling Lan Baobao wake up, Ye Zixun also suddenly woke up. He reached out to touch her forehead and realized it was not as hot as before, which relieved him.
"There was a conflict between the Egyptian **team and former President Morsi's supporters. Those robbers took advantage of the chaos," Ye Zixun felt guilty inside but didn't know how to comfort Lan Baobao.
"What happened to Mumu?" The first thought that came to Lan Baobao was about her precious son. Before she regained consciousness, she remembered someone was going to hit him, and she rushed to protect Mumu, getting knocked out by a stick and then losing all awareness.
"Mumu is fine, he is at the hotel with Ruo Ruo, and Gu Feng is with them," Ye Zixun got up and opened the door. Outside stood a line of doctors and nurses who had probably been waiting for a long time for Lan Baobao to wake up. They were very happy to see her awake. They removed the oxygen tube, measured her blood pressure, and adjusted the bed's position and height.
"You have a mild concussion; it's nothing serious, but there might be a scar on the upper left corner of your forehead later," the translator conveyed the doctor's words to Lan Baobao. She had no reaction to this; it was just a little scar, as long as Mumu was fine.
However, Ye Zixun clenched his fists and snorted coldly, "That punk actually dared to hit my wife; he must be looking for trouble."
Lan Baobao quickly turned her head to reassure him, "But he is just a kid in his teens; he doesn't understand. He probably just randomly joined the crowd when he saw the parade. It's not his fault, as long as Mumu is okay."
"You're such a soft-hearted person," Ye Zixun stopped responding. Baby didn't dare say much either, fearing that if Ye Zixun got really angry, he would go find that person for trouble.
"You've been injured; let's rest for two days before going back. It's too chaotic here," Ye Zixun said this and then went out, leaving the nurse and caregiver to take turns attending to Lan Baobao.
No one knew what Ye Zixun went out to do. All Lan Baobao knew was that he left with a murderous look on his face, but when he returned, he had a smile on his face, changed clothes, and there was a faint smell of blood on him. Even the cologne couldn't mask that odor.
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