Chapter 118 N-Spring Crossing

Xing Yu kept stroking Chu Beiling's back to soothe his uneasy emotions.

When everything was laid out on the table and the fear and apprehension subsided, Chu Beiling felt a sense of relief.

With Xing Yu's patient reassurance, his emotions gradually stabilized.

Chu Beiling slightly raised her eyes: "Xing Yu, I'm really fine."

He swallowed hard, his throat dry and sore, and continued, "It's not that I'm being stubborn. Although it might conflict with what I just said, I'm really fine now. I can live a good life, make animations and games. Xing Yu, I've never given up on myself, and I won't give up on myself."

Chu Beiling nuzzled Xing Yu's neck: "Besides, I still have you now."

Xing Yu felt aches and pains in his internal organs: "I know, our little prince Fanfan has always been loved by everyone, admired by flowers, and fearless of anything."

Chu Beiling pinched his waist hard: "It's King Fanfan."

"Alright, King Fanfan." Xing Yu stroked his fluffy hair and chuckled, "So what am I to King Fanfan?"

Chu Beiling looked up and winked at him: "My beloved concubine? My beauty? The Queen of the Barbarians?"

"So, as the Queen of the Barbarians, shouldn't I also be obligated to serve His Majesty in everything?" Xing Yu looked down at him with a rather aggrieved expression: "Or does His Majesty not want me anymore?"

"I'm sorry," Chu Beiling said, her heart aching and softening. "From now on, I'll tell you everything, I won't make decisions on my own, and I won't make you worry anymore."

Xing Yu chimed in, "And then they'll do it again next time."

The two were close together, and Chu Beiling bit Xing Yu's neck without much effort: "Bastard, I would never do that."

Xing Yu remained noncommittal.

Chu Beiling couldn't believe it: "You don't believe me?!"

Xing Yu stepped back slightly from him, looking down at him: "Let's recall together what the most important clause in our designated guardianship is."

Chu Beiling: "Trust the other party and have the right to know everything about them. You have the right to remain silent, but if the other party asks, you must tell them the truth."

"Okay." Xing Yu nodded: "Copy it a hundred times. No food until you finish copying it."

Chu Beiling: "..."

After a moment's thought, he asked, "Are you serious?"

"certainly."

Chu Beiling pouted and said, "Okay then."

Xing Yu pinched his cheeks with both hands: "I just hope you can keep your word and not just agree with me and then forget about it."

Chu Beiling held up three fingers to her forehead: "Really, really."

Xing Yu lightly flicked his forehead: "You're always trying to act cute."

Chu Beiling said, "I have two prior convictions, but this time I'm serious, and I have no secrets left. I'll expose everything to you, leaving you with nothing but my underwear."

Xing Yu lowered his eyes: "Indeed, everything is laid out before you."

"Damn it." Chu Beiling: "Xing Yu, you're a real bastard."

Xing Yu pressed two fingers together against his lips: "Baby, think things through this early in the morning, don't say anything nonsense."

"..." Chu Beiling: "Turning the tables."

Knowing what happened to Xing Yu after he left, Chu Beiling no longer dared to do such a thing.

Looking back now, his persistence, his concealment, and his unwillingness to talk about it were also ways of hurting people.

Besides, they hadn't seen each other for ten years, missed many years, and knew almost nothing about each other. Now they just wanted to know everything about each other, the good and the bad.

Xing Yu wasn't unwilling to know, but he was considering Xing Yu's feelings.

The unknown only accelerates panic and fear.

He should have figured it out a long time ago.

Chu Beiling looked at him, seemingly wanting to say something but holding back.

Xing Yu glanced at him: "You want to ask me about my relationship with them?"

Chu Beiling gave a soft "hmm".

Neither of them explicitly said it, but they both knew what they were talking about.

Xing Yu's parents didn't want him when he was young; they both wanted the other to take him away, fearing that his appearance would destroy their existing happy family relationship.

Actually, he didn't know what to say to make Xing Yu feel less uncomfortable.

After a moment of silence, Chu Beiling asked, "Did it hurt at that time?"

Xing Yu was about to say "no" when he changed his mind: "It hurts, it hurts so much. So, Chu Beiling, don't push me away so easily. Right now, you're the only one in this world who cares about me and feels sorry for me."

Chu Beiling's nose tingled, and she leaned over to hug his waist, pressing her face against his chest, listening to his heartbeat: "I will always be with you from now on, and we will accompany each other."

Xing Yu lowered his head and kissed him.

The two shared a salty good morning kiss in the sunlight.

The kiss was understated yet tender. They had both recovered from the emotional overload, their breathing and heartbeats not yet fully calmed down, and they were restless with unease. Their lips and teeth intertwined, like two wounded little animals, patiently comforting and licking each other.

The steam oven finished its work and made a "ding" sound, indicating that the fragrant steamed buns inside were ready to be freshly baked. The two ignored it and kissed for a while longer before letting go of each other.

With their noses touching, Chu Beiling asked in a low voice, "Is there any breakfast today?"

"I'll pay you back later, I'll give it to you from somewhere else tonight."

"Then I'll just copy it two hundred times."

“Fine, copy it if you want,” Xing Yu chuckled. “You’ll get what you’re owed.”

Chu Beiling: "..."

The two exchanged a few more words, finished breakfast, went downstairs together, got into their respective cars, and drove off one after the other.

I haven't been to the office for almost three days, and there's already a pile of documents on my desk.

Chu Beiling opened the documents and processed them one by one, working until noon.

He's going to Chumeng this afternoon. We had arranged to meet there today to discuss the storyboard for the visual shots of "Sword Song Beyond the Clouds," so we could have lunch together.

Zhu Qing'an didn't bring the storyboard over, and Chu Beiling was just about to go to the art department to find him.

The man walked into his office yawning and handed him the USB drive: "I stayed up all night to revise it for you as you requested." He picked up a tuft of long hair and leaned closer: "Look, in just two days, I've grown several gray hairs."

Chu Beiling pried open his head and took the USB drive. "Having white hair is just right. It saves you the expense of getting it dyed. It looks very fashionable."

Zhu Qing'an: "Are you even speaking human language?"

Chu Beiling slowly plugged the USB drive into the computer: "In plain terms, if there are still bugs in this storyboard and I hear you call me 'husband' again..."

He looked up and smiled warmly: "As your husband, I'll pluck out every single strand of your hair and braid it into a bracelet with bells for my boyfriend to toss around, so you can show off to the fullest."

Zhu Qing'an's long hair was almost as long as half of his life. "Chu Beiling, you're not human."

Chu Beiling smiled slightly: "I'm really sorry, I really want to be a human being."

Zhu Qing'an had been partners with him for many years and knew well the cold exterior and devilish nature of the Ice Prince in front of her. He was usually easy to talk to and quite funny, but if you really angered him, the consequences would be quite serious.

Based on his experience, he's already teetering on the edge of evil. If he gets really angry, he's not just talking, he really will do it.

He wasn't human to begin with, and after getting back together with his old flame Xing Yu, he became even worse because of him.

They're becoming less and less human.

"I can't afford to gamble, I can't afford to gamble," Zhu Qing'an surrendered with both hands raised. "I won't yell anymore, but you can't pull my hair just because the storyboard isn't good. With your perverted demands, no amount of hair of mine can withstand you pulling it like that."

"It depends on my mood." Chu Beiling unplugged the USB drive and walked out.

Forty minutes later, Chu Beiling arrived at the building where Chu Meng was located.

Recently, he has been monopolizing Xing Yu's suit-wearing thug, so Xing Yu has to drive his ET7, which is convenient for them to visit each other. The building's underground parking access control system quickly recognized Xing Yu's license plate and let him in.

Having been instructed beforehand, Chu Beiling arrived at the floor where Xing Yu's office was located without any hindrance.

Xu Tunan was probably going out on business and was waiting for the elevator at the entrance with his assistant.

In the past few months, besides the project, he would also go to Chumeng to have lunch with Xing Yu, and he also met with Xu Tunan more often. He no longer got angry whenever he saw him as he did at the beginning, and their relationship had eased a lot.

However, aside from anything related to Xing Yu, Xu Tunan wasn't particularly willing to say more to him.

Xu Tunan said, "Xing Yu is still in a meeting and it won't be over anytime soon."

Chu Beiling nodded: "We'll come over this afternoon to discuss the storyboard, no rush."

Xu Tunan: "Yes, I can see that."

Just as Chu Beiling was about to suggest finding an opportunity to have a proper chat, Xu Tunan had already stepped into the elevator.

He walked into the office, feeling disappointed and sad.

"Chu Fanfan, you owe me three meals. When are you going to pay me back?"

Chu Beiling paused, turned around, and looked at Xu Tunan standing at the elevator door. A hint of surprise flashed across her face, but it quickly turned into a faint smile: "Anytime. You arrange it, and I'll go with you on time."

Xu Tunan nodded: "Since you haven't paid me back for so long, shouldn't you pay me back double?"

Chu Beiling: "You can have as many meals as you want."

Xu Tunan said, "I hope you come to invite me yourself this time, instead of disappearing without treating me like before, leaving Xing Yu to clean up your messes with your trash talk."

Chu Beiling apologized instinctively.

Xu Tunan was still very unhappy and didn't like his attitude: "Who wants to hear your apology? It's like I'm bullying you."

Chu Beiling was about to apologize, but quickly took it back and said nothing more.

He asked in confusion, "You just said that Xing Yu helped me handle the aftermath, why?"

“You forgot,” Xu Tunan reminded him, “the Picasso competition, you won first prize in the China region, and you said you would treat the whole class to barbecue at in77, but in the end, it was Xing Yu who paid.”

Chu Beiling was taken aback, then said, "Hu Tutu, I'll treat you this time, and I won't leave."

"That would be best." With that, Xu Tunan stepped into the elevator with his assistant.

Chu Beiling waited in Xing Yu's office until 1 p.m. before rushing back.

"Have you been waiting long? There was a problem with the film's art direction, and the revisions took some time," Xing Yu said, ordering food with his head down. "You have a meeting with the planning department at 2 PM, so there's no time to go out for food. We'll just order something. What would you like? Seafood rice would be fine?"

"Call the one that's fastest." Chu Beiling didn't care much. "I've been munching on cookies in your office, so I'm not too hungry now. I'll just eat something."

Xing Yu nodded and asked the chef from a nearby clubhouse to prepare the meal and deliver it over.

Chu Beiling walked over and hugged him: "Thank you."

Xing Yu laughed: "I've been starving you for so long, and you're thanking me?"

Chu Beiling said, "Hu Tutu said that you treated the whole class to barbecue."

Xing Yu: "You're my boyfriend. It doesn't matter who treats us."

Chu Beiling chuckled, "It sounds like a wedding banquet."

Xing Yu raised an eyebrow: "I hadn't noticed until you told me, so, Mrs. Xing, what are we going to do about our wedding banquet?"

Chu Beiling's heart skipped a beat. In fact, he and Xing Yu had not discussed this matter. The wedding dates that Grandma Chen had chosen for them time and time again were partly to make the old lady happy. As for whether or not to hold a wedding, neither he nor Xing Yu cared.

However, after learning about the day that Grandma Chen was thinking about, and for some reason, Xing Yu and Chu Beiling genuinely wanted to fulfill Grandma Chen's dream.

Grandma Chen is no longer here.

They'll have a regular wedding and then host a banquet for guests, right?

Isn't that too high-profile?

No, Xing Yu deserves it, being so high-profile.

Xing Yu asked, "What are you thinking about?"

Chu Beiling: "I'm thinking, why don't we hold a traditional water wedding in Shaoxing? It's like a hundred years of cultivation to share a boat ride, phoenixes in full bloom, phoenix coronet and embroidered robes, ten miles of red boats, talented men and beautiful women meeting, exchanging vows on the boat. Wouldn't such a wedding be interesting?"

Xing Yu listened with a gentle smile on his face. He pulled Chu Beiling into his arms and kissed his forehead: "My Mrs. Xing is willing to spend a fortune just to marry me."

His tone was somewhat teasing, but also conveyed a sense of happiness and contentment.

Chu Beiling nudged his side with her elbow: "Who wants to marry you? I'm the one who's spending a fortune to marry you."

His amber eyes shone like crystal gems in the sunlight, yet held a hint of discontent.

Xing Yu stepped back slightly. "Fine, you'll marry me."

Chu Beiling raised her chin, looking at him with a hint of arrogance, as if to say that this was more like it and she was satisfied.

Xing Yu smiled and raised his hand to scratch Chu Beiling's chin: "Chu Beiling."

"Yes, I'm here." Influenced by him, Chu Beiling also started replying like this.

Looking into his shining eyes, Xing Yu suggested, "Neither you nor I care about what others think. Rather than a wedding in the public eye, I'd prefer a private destination wedding with you, without guests or fanfare, just the two of us, to complete this little thing in our lives and leave our images around the world."

Chu Beiling's eyes brightened even more: "A documentary wedding?"

“Yes, we hold local weddings in different places.” Xing Yu said with a laugh, “We’re losing money by spending seven figures on just one wedding.”

Chu Beiling didn't really like being too high-profile. There were many tourists in the water town, and they were already interested in traditional water weddings. They were two men, and they might end up on the front page of news on various platforms. Just thinking about the noise made his scalp tingle.

But he felt that Xing Yu deserved such a grand wedding, one that would be the center of attention and witnessed by everyone.

And weddings in various places seem to be going very well.

What to do? It's a tough choice.

Chu Beiling bit her lip, conflicted.

Xing Yu snapped his fingers in front of him, drawing his attention back: "No rush, we have a few months to think it over."