Exclusive Pampered Wife: My Wife Came to My Door

Chapter 508 The thumb ring is very special

Yan Zuozuo looked at Chi Moqing with mixed feelings, only to see his worried expression. She pursed her lips, "Honey, Mr. Snowden wants us to go to my hometown."

Chi Moqing pondered for a moment. He had visited the graves with Yan Zuozuo during the Qingming Festival, so it wasn't unfamiliar. He nodded: "Now?"

"Ah."

Seeing that it was getting late and his wife was pregnant again, he really didn't want to go over at this time. However, seeing that his wife seemed impatient, he also had some doubts. In the end, he called Jian Ning and asked her to bring the doctor with him.

Throughout the journey, he held his wife's hand tightly, saying, "Don't worry, I'm here with you."

By the time they arrived, it was already past 11 p.m. The old house was brightly lit inside and out, and the atmosphere was somewhat unusual. Security was tight outside, with bodyguards standing on both sides of the road leading to the main house, all the way to the door.

Yan Zuozuo was quite familiar with this place, but she used to come with her mother for the Qingming Festival tomb sweeping, and later with Chi Moqing. As she walked inside, her heart was clenched tightly.

Her impression of her maternal grandmother was limited to her mother's description: a woman who was lonely her whole life, who raised her mother alone and eventually left this world.

Yan Zuozuo held Chi Moqing's hand tightly, feeling a warmth from his palm that soothed her heart. She looked up and smiled, meeting his concerned gaze, and a smile involuntarily curved her lips. "Husband, I'm fine. I was just thinking about some of my mother's descriptions of my grandmother, and it made me a little sentimental."

My mother said that my grandmother seemed to have waited for a man her whole life, but he never came. My mother seemed to be repeating my grandmother's path, also being let down by a man. But she was lucky. Even though her love life was not smooth, she still met Chi Moqing, who stayed by her side and loved and cherished her wholeheartedly.

Thinking of this, she tiptoed and kissed him on the cheek.

Chi Moqing was a little dumbfounded. His shy little wife actually kissed him in front of so many people. The next second, he pulled Yan Zuozuo back and gave her a heavy kiss on the lips.

Although the bodyguards around him remained expressionless, they were all secretly itching to get their hands on him.

Yan Zuozuo was so dizzy from the kisses that she walked with her arms and legs moving in unison, which was quite adorable.

Chi Moqing reached out and pulled her into his arms. "Be careful."

Yan Zuozuo looked up and smiled, her face blushing.

They walked to the door, which was ajar. The room was filled with old and worn-out furniture, and it was clear that it had been unoccupied for a long time.

Snowden stood in the middle of the room, holding a cane. Although he was old, he still looked remarkably spry. He seemed lost in thought, so much so that he didn't even react when they entered.

After a long while, he turned around and saw Chi Moqing and Yan Zuozuo. He was stunned and said, "You two kids, you came in without saying a word."

Yan Zuozuo smiled and said, "Grandpa is thinking about something, and we don't want to disturb him."

Snowden sighed: "Your grandmother used to live here?"

Yan Zuozuo nodded. Her grandmother's death was a huge blow to her mother. She heard that after her grandmother passed away, her mother also left this place.

Snowden looked at Yan Zuozuo quietly for a long time, then reached out and patted her head. "Thank you for your hard work."

Yan Zuozuo was surprised when she saw Snowden's sorrowful face. Was Mr. Snowden really just a good friend of her grandmother? This heavy sadness didn't seem like it at all.

Seeing the surprised look in Yan Zuozuo's eyes, Snowden smiled and looked at Chi Moqing, "Take good care of Zuozuo, she has had a very hard life."

Chi Moqing nodded solemnly; he too felt sorry for the harm his little wife had suffered over the years. As long as he lived, he would not tolerate anyone bullying his little wife.

"Grandpa, don't worry, I will protect her from now on and not let her suffer." As he spoke, he lowered his head and gazed at Yan Zuozuo with deep affection in his eyes.

Yan Zuozuo's heart raced, a surge of affection filling her heart, and her face flushed involuntarily. She had been married to her beloved husband for five years, and now, being looked at like this by him, she felt like a young girl experiencing her first love—her heart fluttering, shy, and sweet.

Mr. Snowden stood to one side, quietly watching the loving couple before him. A complex emotion flickered in his deep eyes, a mixture of comfort and melancholy. Once, he too had been so devoted to a woman, and even though she had left him, all the deep affection he had for her remained.

He loves her, whether in the past years, in the days of his life, or in the future when he disappears from this world. His love belongs only to her in this lifetime.

Eleanor, the love of his life.

"Cough, cough, cough."

Snowden coughed twice, which brought the two people who were gazing at each other affectionately back to their senses, and they instantly became shy.

"If she were still alive..." Snowden said this meaningfully, looking at Yan Zuozuo with a look of reminiscence.

Eleanor has been gone for forty years. If he hadn't had so many concerns and sacrifices back then, perhaps they could still be walking hand in hand across every inch of this world today.

Yan Zuozuo felt a little embarrassed by his gaze: "Grandpa, are you talking about my grandma?"

Snowden lowered his eyes, his gaze distant, and sighed, saying, "That's all in the past. I'm just here to reminisce."

So, Mr. Snowden really loved his grandmother? Could it be that the man his grandmother waited for her whole life but never got was Mr. Snowden?

"Grandpa, how did you and Grandma meet?" Yan Zuozuo asked, blinking. Everyone else thought Mr. Snowden was very dignified, a dragon among men, and felt immense pressure. But she found him very approachable, like a kind old neighbor standing in front of her.

Mr. Snowden paused, his tone tinged with deep affection, "Your grandmother and I... we not only knew each other, but she was also..."

Suddenly, Mr. Snowden paused, as if he had remembered something, and did not finish his sentence.

Yan Zuozuo was getting impatient; the important part was yet to come. She couldn't help but ask, "My maternal grandmother or something?"

Mr. Snowden moved his lips, but in the end said nothing.

After a long while, he took her hand and said, "Little girl, I have something for you." He then handed her a beautifully decorated box. "Open it and take a look."

Yan Zuozuo carefully took it, gently opened it, and suddenly her eyes widened. Inside was a huge thumb ring. She didn't know much about these kinds of things, but it looked expensive.

Yan Zuozuo stared at the thumb ring for a while, then suddenly seemed to remember something and quickly looked at Mr. Snowden's hand. Sure enough, she saw that the weathered hand was wearing an identical thumb ring, only a larger one.

She looked at Snowden with a complicated expression: "Grandpa, this is..."

Snowden walked to her side, took out the ring from inside, and solemnly put it on her thumb. "Girl, I didn't know you were getting married to Chi Shang. Consider this ring my belated wedding gift to you. Promise your grandfather you'll keep it safe."

A wedding gift?

She knew that her maternal grandparents had a good relationship and might have been together in the past, but they didn't end up together. Was it really appropriate for her to accept such an expensive gift?

Suddenly, Yan Zuozuo froze. Could it be that Mr. Snowden and her grandmother were really a couple, and her mother was their child?!

No, no, Mom has yellow skin, black hair, and black eyes; she doesn't look mixed-race at all. She shouldn't be Snowden's child. So why does she feel that Mr. Snowden is particularly kind to her? Is it just because she knows her grandmother?

Seeing Yan Zuozuo's confusion, Snowden smiled. "Girl, I know you're confused and full of questions. But promise your grandfather you'll keep this ring safe. Once I've dealt with some things, I'll tell you everything. Don't ask anything now, okay?"

Yan Zuozuo hesitated for a moment, then nodded.

"Good girl." Snowden couldn't help but pat her head. "But you have to promise your grandfather something."

"Grandpa, say it, and I'll promise you."

"Hahaha, you silly kid, aren't you afraid your grandpa will make you do bad things?" Snowden laughed.

"Grandpa wouldn't do that," Yan Zuozuo said with a smile.

Snowden nodded: "It's not a difficult matter, just don't tell anyone about our meeting today. And don't tell anyone about this ring either."

Yan Zuozuo lowered her head and looked at the thumb ring again, feeling that there was something strange about it. Even if it was expensive, it was just a thumb ring, but she always felt that it had a noble and domineering aura.

She nodded: "I understand, Grandpa, don't worry."

Snowden said with a kind smile, "My little Zuo Zuo is so good. Remember, you must keep this ring safe and never lose it."

His little left?

Yan Zuozuo's doubts deepened. Could it be that her grandmother and Mr. Snowden really had something going on?

"I understand, Grandpa, don't worry."

Snowden turned to look at Chi Moqing. The two equally powerful men stared at each other, as if they had already fought countless battles in their minds, with neither of them ultimately winning.

Yan Zuozuo stood to one side, and whether it was her imagination or not, she felt that the atmosphere in the air was unusual, even tense, as if it could explode at any moment.

After a long silence, Mr. Snowden laughed heartily, “Not bad, not bad, you’re a good match for Zuo Zuo. Mo Qing, on behalf of the entire Bourbon family, I acknowledge you.”

That's a strange statement. What are you admitting?

Others might be thrilled to receive Mr. Snowden's acknowledgment, but Chi Moqing simply smiled and nodded, "Thank you, Grandpa. However, regardless of whether Mr. Snowden acknowledges me or not, I will always be Zuo Zuo's husband, and Zuo Zuo will only ever have me as her man!"

These words, spoken with such authority, resonated deeply with Yan Zuozuo, filling her with intense excitement. She instinctively grasped his hand, holding it tightly.

So resolute, so persistent, so powerful!

Holding hands and growing old together, that's all there is to it.

Chi Moqing turned his head to look at her, then reached out and pulled her into his arms. Yan Zuozuo, embarrassed, reddened her eyes in his embrace and quickly wiped away her tears.

Seeing their heartwarming scene, Snowden's smile deepened. "Zuo Zuo is pregnant now, so you, as the father, need to take good care of her." He paused, then sighed, "I won't have a chance to see the twins this time. Maybe later, I'll visit them when I have the chance." He looked regretful.

“There will be many more opportunities in the future, and I believe the two children will also like their grandfather very much,” Yan Zuozuo said with a smile.

Chi Moqing looked down at her, his affectionate eyes making her blush. He whispered in her ear, "Thank you for your hard work, my wife."

Yan Zuozuo became even more shy and tried to break free, but Chi Moqing's strength was too great, and she couldn't break free. In the end, she could only blush and feel very embarrassed.

Seeing the couple's affectionate demeanor, Snowden felt a surge of warmth in his heart. "Do you have time tonight?"

Chi Moqing and Yan Zuozuo exchanged a glance: "We have time."