<h4>Chapter 1090: Return to Mang Vige (2)</h4>


    He Xiyan took a deep breath. She was very nervous but she couldn’t exin why she felt so nervous.


    She walked very slowly and took more than 10 minutes to cover the short distance of approximately 200 meters to arrive at the door of the mud-brick house.


    She knew this house very well and even remembered the location of every stalk of grass and potholes on the ground.


    The door was closed but she could see a sliver of light from the crack of the door.


    She could also smell the fragrant scent of cooked food and she guessed he was cooking chicken.


    She raised her right hand to knock on the door but she immediately pulled back as though she had been struck by lightning just before she was about to touch the door. Then, she stretched out her hand again and after repeating the motion three times, she finally gently tapped on the door.


    “Who’s there?”


    Soon, she heard a deep and masculine voice ring out from the house.


    She froze in surprise and bit her lip hard.


    This voice was all too familiar to her. It was none other than Jiahang who was at home.


    Then, she heard a series of loud and steady footsteps.


    She didn’t know how to react.


    She quickly turned her face away because she couldn’t figure out what made here all the way to this ce when all she had intended to do was to set the boundaries and tell him that she hoped he would forget about her and start anew...


    The door creaked open and soon, a tall figure appeared in front of He Xiyan.


    She was speechless.


    She felt as though the air had stilled and she twisted her fingers together. Ayer of sweat had formed on her palm.


    Chen Jiahang froze in shock but soon, he looked extremely happy and surprised to see her and he beamed brightly.


    “Yan Yan...” he suddenly stretched out his hand and drew her into his arms before she could even react. His arms tightened around her.


    His familiar scent filled her nose as their bodies collided.


    She opened her mouth and her heart raced.


    She finally managed to find her voice after almost 10 seconds had passed.


    “Jiahang, let me go,” she said as she took a deep breath and gently shoved his shoulders.


    Chen Jiahang’s arms that encircled her waist tightened even more in spite of her request.


    Yan Yan had lost weight since thest time he saw her more than a month ago. She was now as thin as when he had first met her.


    “Jiahang, let me go. I need to use the restroom,” she said and her voice quivered slightly.


    She made up an excuse so that he would let go and stop holding her in that manner.


    Chen Jiahang finally let go and his excitement and happiness were written all over his face.


    He hadn’t expected Yan Yan to show up at his doorstep without any warning.


    He Xiyan looked a little embarrassed.


    She slowly inched into the house and she walked very slowly.


    She knew this house so well that she could navigate to the restroom even with her eyes closed.


    He went into the kitchen and took out the dishes that he had just finished preparing. He brought out a bowl of chicken and a bowl of hyacinth beans. These were simple home-cooked dishes.


    He hardly returned to this mud-brick house and he would only stay over asionally when he visited Mang Vige.


    He Xiyan only emerged from the restroom after almost 10 minutes had passed. They had renovated this house together and there was now a flush toilet installed in the restroom.


    She saw Jiahang scooping the rice into bowls when she walked into the living room.


    “Yan Yan, eat up,” he said. He had already finished scooping the rice into her bowl. He guessed that she must have driven over, which was why she had arrived sote that day.