"Call the police? You can give it a shot. Do you want me to dial the number for you?" Wesley taunted her.
"Are you making fun of me?" Blair looked at him in disbelief. 'Does he think I'm an idiot who doesn't know how to call the police?'
'What? I wasn't trying to make fun of her!' Wesley felt startled by her words.
He pressed her against the wall of the living room and said, "Blair, you don't want to rise in revolt as the result will be hard for you to bear." He grabbed her by the chin and pulled her face into a fiery kiss.
'Ouch... My lips hurt. They must be swollen red, ' Blair cried in her mind, but Wesley persisted.
"I...will listen...to you..." she tried to say. Blair held Wesley's face with both hands to stop him from kissing her.
Wesley simply responded with a smile, expressing his deepest contentment.
Just like that, Blair's plan of leaving Wesley had failed. After they got changed, the two of them left their apartment. He took her to the fifth floor of the Alioth Building to have lunch.
After lunch, Wesley drove her to a house he had been meaning to take her to for a while.
Blair stared at the traditional building with curiosity. It was as if each brick had its own story to tell. The texture that had greeted strong summers and hail stones with such dignity could be felt with each touch. Even before they entered, she could already smell the Chinese herbs.
Wesley parked his car and took her hand in his, as they walked towards the house together.
The moment they entered the courtyard, a man in a Chinese tunic suit came over to them and said, "Senior Colonel Li, you are here! You may go to the living room first. I'll tell Mr. Tang that you are here."
Wesley nodded politely and said, "Thank you."
The man ran off, leaving Wesley and Blair to have a gentle stroll down the courtyard. The sun shone with an enchanting sparkle, and the dried herbs were laid over the ground to bask in the sun.
There was a plaque hanging on the door of the living room—"Ginseng Hall." As to why it was named after ginseng was a mystery to them both.
As soon as the two of them sat down, a servant walked in with a tray that had two hot cups of tea. These were Chinese lidded tea cups decorated with blue and white Dragon symbols.
Wesley and Blair thanked him with a courteous nod and watched him leave with an empty tray.
Blair was unable to hold back her curiosity any longer. "Where are we?"
Wesley picked up his lidded cup and took a whiff of the tea's splendid fragrance before answering, "We're at the Tang family's residence."
'The Tang family?' A thought popped into Blair's mind. "Does the family have something to do with Ingrid?"
"You're right. The leader of the Tang family is Ingrid's grandfather-in-law."
Blair nodded in acknowledgement. "Then why are we here?" She looked at Wesley curiously and wondered, 'He doesn't look like he is ill.'
Wesley took a sip of the tea. "Xinyang Maojian tea. Give it a try."
"What?"
"Have a taste of your tea."
"All right..." Blair picked up her lidded tea cup.
"Be careful. It's hot," Wesley said in a soft voice.
Blair blew on the tea to cool it before taking a sip. "Oh, this is really good."
"Wesley!" An old man's voice came from outside the living room.
Before long, the couple were able to put a face to the voice as an old man dressed in a black Chinese tunic suit came into their view. He may have looked old, but he was as vigorous and energetic as ever.
Wesley stood to his feet and greeted him, "Grandpa Mooney."
Blair also stood up and paid her respects. "Good afternoon, Grandpa Mooney."
The sound of her voice brought a smile to Wesley's lips.
Mooney Tang sized Blair up in a few seconds and nodded his head. "Let's sit."
After exchanging some pleasantries, Wesley went straight to the point. "Grandpa Mooney, this is my wife, Blair Jing."
"Ah, I see! Blair, follow me. Wesley, you stay here." Mooney Tang stood up and walked toward the back of a gilded six-leaf screen.
Blair cast an uneasy glance at Wesley, clearly feeling anxious.
Wesley tried to comfort her. "Grandpa Mooney is a genius in his field. Just let him feel your pulse. It won't take long. I'll be here waiting for you."
'Feel my pulse? What is wrong with me?'
Blair's face was left in confusion as she followed Mooney Tang.
Mooney Tang placed two fingers on her left wrist and closed his eyes as if to concentrate.
Blair's heart raced like a horse inside her chest and she looked around the room to ease the nervousness.
There were a few decorative art pieces in the room. On the wall was a calligraphy with the words, "Still waters run deep." There was an autograph at the left bottom, but the letters were too small to see clearly.
After a couple of minutes, Mooney Tang withdrew his hand and walked off.
Blair didn't know what to do, so she followed after him.
All the while, Wesley was waiting for her in the living room.
When he saw them, Wesley stood up and held her hand. "Grandpa Mooney, how is she?" he asked nervously.
Mooney Tang shook his hand. "There is something wrong with her uterus. But don't worry. It's not as scary as it sounds. I'll prescribe some herbs."
'There's something wrong with my uterus?' Blair suddenly recalled that she had done a through check-up before, and the doctor also said that there was something wrong with her uterus.
She had almost forgotten about it.
'Perhaps that's why I haven't been able to get pregnant!' she thought.
Wesley heaved a sigh of relief when Mooney Tang assured him that there was nothing to worry about. "Thank you, Grandpa Mooney."
"Just wait for a while." Mooney Tang asked to be excused and then left the living room.
Blair looked at Wesley and said, "When did you plan to bring me here?"
"When I was still at the border." He was planning on bringing her here as soon as he had returned, but his schedule was delayed by Megan. And after that, Blair had gone to visit her grandparents, and he finally found the chance today.
"Do you really want to have a child?" Blair looked Wesley in the eye.
"I would never joke about such a thing," he said seriously.
Blair's heart sank to the ground. "You heard Grandpa Mooney. There is something wrong with my uterus. What if I can never get pregnant?"
"Don't worry. Grandpa Mooney also said that it was no big deal. You'll get pregnant after taking the herbs."
'I hope so, ' Blair thought to herself.
Suddenly, a little boy appeared before them. "Action Kamen!" he yelled. "Huh? Un...cle... Aunt..."
He was light-skinned, dressed in a blue coat and a pair of black pants. He could have been a year old or two. His cute round eyes were fixated on Wesley and Blair.
The boy reminded Blair of Joslyn's son, even though he seemed younger.
Blair came over to him, squatted down and scooped him up in her arms. "Hi baby! What's your name?" she asked.
"She... ff..." The boy paused for a while and finally continued,
"...field."
"Sheffield?" Blair repeated the name after him.
The boy nodded his head and turned his sights towards Wesley. "Un...cle..."
Wesley smiled at him. "Hi."
Blair looked at Wesley with a smile and said, "Is this Grandpa Mooney's great-grandson? He's a handsome boy."
Wesley sized the boy up and answered, "I guess so. He's probably Ingrid's son."
Before he could finish talking, a woman's voice came from outside the living room. "Sheffield... Sheffield Tang! Where are you?"
The voice indeed sounded like Ingrid's.
As Blair was in deep thought, wondering if the boy was Ingrid's son, he kissed her on the cheek. "Aunt...Mom..." Then he wiggled out of her arms to get down on the floor.
Blair's heart melted with his kiss. She put him on the floor and said, "I'll take you to your mom. Okay?"
The boy grinned and clapped his hands happily.
Wesley's face turned sour when he saw his wife being kissed by another man, albeit, a little man. He walked up to them and said, "Let me take him to his mother."