Rebirth: Splendid Marriage in the 80s-Chapter 1773 - 1709 Somewhat Familiar

Chiang Xiao thought that Ah Liu was still inside taking a bath, and she couldn’t help but feel a bit nervous, afraid he might come out and see them.

Yet amidst this nervousness, his lips and his breath became even more distinct, making her heart pound wildly for him.

The surge of emotions after a brief separation always seems to overflow uncontrollably.

She also reached out to embrace his waist, rising slightly on her tiptoes.

After all, they were in the courtyard, so Meng Xinian didn’t dare to be too indulgent. He just slightly soothed his longing and then released Chiang Xiao.

"Did you miss me?" He asked her softly, his forehead resting against hers.

Thinking that he could see her more often in the future, frequently hug her and kiss her, Meng Xinian felt content.

And thinking of how Chiang Xiao didn’t yet know he had been transferred to Anbu Town, which was very close by, he was eager to tell her, anticipating her reaction.

"I did." Chiang Xiao nodded honestly.

She truly missed him, genuinely.

Even though she never intended to rely on anyone in this life, Meng Xinian had shielded her from many storms, and subconsciously, she began to depend on him.

For instance, after seeing Deng Qingjiang last time, she just wanted to meet him, hear him speak, and fall into his embrace, making her feel warm and secure inside.

This man seemed like he was specially made by heaven for her; in every aspect, he was exactly the way she liked.

"Good girl."

Hearing her immediate response, Meng Xinian was content, gently patted her head, and asked, "Are you cooking a late-night snack?"

He had just seen her in the kitchen.

Chiang Xiao suddenly remembered and slapped her forehead, saying, "Oh no, I still need to cook noodles! Dad and I were painting just now and haven’t had dinner, so this isn’t a late-night snack, it’s dinner."

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Meng Xinian said helplessly, "Why do I feel like you and your dad are both a bit unreliable? Eating so late isn’t good for your stomach."

"I forgot, he remembered the look of his old home and described it to me, so I painted it. We lost track of time while painting."

"He remembered?"

"Yes, indeed," Chiang Xiao said: "Brother Xinian, you should go take a look later. I think you might be shocked, really, what a beautiful garden."

Chiang Xiao was confident in her painting, and after finishing it, Ah Liu said it was about eighty percent similar, so his memory of the home should be just like that.

What kind of family would live in such a beautiful garden estate?

"Alright, I’ll put down my luggage and go inside first, then I’ll go look later. Do you want me to cook?"

"No need, no need, you go in first and take a bath while you’re at it," Chiang Xiao said, "I’ll make a bowl for you as well."

"Okay."

Meng Xinian had only eaten two cold buns from the station for dinner, with a glass of cold water.

Now there were hot noodles, and a chance to eat with Chiang Xiao; he certainly wouldn’t refuse.

He picked up his luggage, intending to go inside, but when he saw the light from Chiang Xiao’s studio, curiosity got the better of him, and he went in to take a look first.

A large painting was spread across the table.

It portrayed a deep garden, clusters of flowers and trees, with flying eaves, a beautiful garden scene indeed.

But as Meng Xinian looked at it, it seemed oddly familiar.

He couldn’t help but narrow his eyes and took another step closer to look, and his pupils suddenly contracted.

This place...