Rebirth: Splendid Marriage in the 80s

Chapter 1553: Chapter 1555: Too Ashamed to Show My Face

His face and ears were flushed, his chest heaving violently. The way he looked at her seemed like he wanted to devour her whole.

”Kitten, let me out. I need a cold shower!”

Meng Xinian hadn’t planned on saying this. He already regretted coming into the Space. If he were in Chiang Xiaoxiao’s room, he would’ve bolted out without a second word. But here, in her Space, he couldn’t leave on his own!

Chiang Xiao’s face was already embarrassingly red, and hearing his words made her face burn even more—hot enough to rival a forty-degree fever.

”You—You can’t go out now! You’ll alarm Grandpa and Grandma!” Chiang Xiao stammered.

”If I don’t go out now, I’m going to explode.” Meng Xinian panted heavily.

”Go downstairs and drink Spirit Spring Water then!” Chiang Xiao couldn’t help but lift her foot to gently kick his leg.

Meng Xinian instinctively caught her foot but immediately let go, as if he’d been shocked.

He felt even holding her foot like this was unbearable.

”Hurry up...” Chiang Xiao’s breath was already out of control.

Meng Xinian darted downstairs and gulped down several mouthfuls of Spirit Spring Water in succession.

Then he sat by the Spring Water, trying his best to extinguish the flames raging in his heart.

Meanwhile, upstairs, Chiang Xiao covered her face with both hands, feeling like she couldn’t face anyone anymore.

What should she do?

Even if they were really planning to marry at eighteen, there were still three or four months to go. Besides, it wasn’t like they’d immediately get married on her eighteenth birthday, right?

Although she didn’t want a grand wedding, a rushed ceremony with no preparation was something she wasn’t willing to accept either.

So likely, they’d need to wait at least six more months.

Moreover, looking at the current situation, the family still had piles of issues—troublesome matters and troublesome people. Who knew when they’d finally sort everything out?

She definitely didn’t want Chiang Qingzhu sitting at the head table, waiting to receive their bow when they married.

Thinking about all this, Chiang Xiao’s breath finally calmed down.

Downstairs, Meng Xinian’s voice drifted up.

”Little, come downstairs.”

It was better downstairs anyway. There was no bed down there, and the view stretched across the Medicine Field and Flower Field, adding a touch of romance while minimizing the intimacy.

Chiang Xiao ran her fingers through her tousled hair, slipped into her slippers, and walked down.

As their eyes met, she still felt a little self-conscious.

Meng Xinian seemed much better now.

”Come here. I won’t touch you.”

The two of them simply sat separated by the Spirit Spring Water, facing each other, unable to even reach out to touch.

After sitting down, Chiang Xiao glanced at the situation and couldn’t help but burst out laughing. She let out a small giggle.

Meng Xinian looked at her with a mix of helplessness and affection.

”There’s a pretty serious problem now.” He straightened his expression and said, ”Chiang Qingzhu has returned. Does that mean we’d need her approval to get married? Would I have to formally present her betrothal gifts? Discuss the details of our wedding with her?”

He didn’t care about anything else; he didn’t hold grudges. But whoever tried to obstruct their marriage would become his enemy—even a potential mother-in-law would be no exception.

He’d waited for Chiang Xiaoxiao for so many years, and judging by the history surrounding her, one thing after another seemed destined. Who knew what other surprises were in store?

So, no matter what, he had to secure Chiang Xiaoxiao first—get the marriage done smoothly before discussing anything else.

Chiang Xiao stared at him with wide eyes. ”Why would we need her approval? Why would we have to discuss it with her? When did my matters ever become her business to dictate?”

Meng Xinian let out a sigh of relief. He only cared about Chiang Xiaoxiao’s opinion. As long as she was okay with it, that was all that mattered.