Chapter 28

As if to prove that he was not really that hungry and thirsty, Yan Huai woke up in the middle of the night to drink water, opened the door wide, and crawled back into bed.

He Xuan woke up in the morning and couldn't help but smile at the open door. He glanced at the two people sleeping in each other's arms in bed. He quietly unpacked the instant noodles from his suitcase and boiled some water in the kitchen. He even called the hotel to send up some raw eggs.

Yan Huai sniffed and smelled the aroma of instant noodles and fried eggs in the air.

He rolled over and got out of bed, walked to the door frame, rubbed his eyes and said, "You're cooking instant noodles so early in the morning. That's a sin."

He Xuan held the pot in one hand and poured the liquid into the glass bowl smoothly, saying, "Do you know what my meals have been for the past week? A piece of tasteless chicken breast, a pile of tasteless broccoli, and a boiled egg every day."

"I'm going to eat a lot. I'm going to have a fat-reducing meal when I get back home." He Xuan held the bowl, sat on the sofa next to the coffee table, and slurped the instant noodles.

Yan Huai yawned: "Give me some."

"Cook it yourself." He Xuan exhaled hot air, "It's in the kitchen."

Yan Huai bent over and washed the pot. "I'll go ask at the front desk later. There should be a room available. How was your sleep last night? Was the sofa hard?"

"It's just for show. Transferring back and forth is too tiring. Didn't anyone recognize you on the plane?" He Xuan said, "There were so many people. It was terrifying."

Yan Huai cracked the eggshell with one hand, "Are you sitting first class?"

"No, my assistant bought the wrong ticket. It's economy class. They even gave me seats for three people. I sat inside and I couldn't even go to the bathroom."

Yan Huai covered the pot and laughed. He could already imagine that scene.

"You have to say sorry and excuse me twice." Yan Huai turned around and saw Shang Zhier approaching him. "Are you awake? I made some instant noodles. Eat them later."

Shang Zhier hummed and hung on him.

Yan Huai patted him and said, "Get out of the way! The instant noodles are overcooked."

"No." Shang Zhier had just woken up and was still in a bad mood.

Yan Huai turned off the fire, then reached out to comfort Shang Zhier and asked him to stand aside.

He Xuan held his chopsticks, staring at the two people flirting with each other early in the morning, and said with a fake smile: "Ugh."

The front desk called to inform that there was a room available. He Xuan quickly picked up his suitcase and moved into the room next door to avoid being a glaring third wheel here.

Tao Ning and Du Yang also arrived in Switzerland today. They were busy choosing a place to hold the wedding and looking for a pastor, so they didn't have time to go to the airport to pick up everyone one by one.

After trying on the suit, Shang Zhier received a call from Shang Che, "Hello, brother."

"My parents and I have arrived at the hotel. It's too late, so we won't bother. See you at the wedding tomorrow," said Shang Che.

"Um."

Shang Che called him by name: "Shang Zhier."

"Um?"

"Congratulations on your wedding, silly brother." Shang Che said softly.

Shang Zhier was so surprised by this sudden concern that he got goosebumps all over his body. "Why are you being so corny?"

"My family is so worried about you getting hurt. You're not in good health, you have asthma, and you're so withdrawn. My parents and I are always worried about you. Now you're getting married, it feels so unreal."

Shang Zhier was a bit overwhelmed holding the phone, and finally uttered only three words: "Thank you, brother."

"Go to bed early, you'll be busy tomorrow."

Shang Zhier hung up the phone and stood on the balcony in a daze.

"What's wrong?" Yan Huai asked.

"It's okay. I was just a little overwhelmed by my brother's sudden sentimentality." Shang Zhier closed the door, turned around and pulled Yan Huai to sit on his lap. "You're getting married tomorrow. What do you think?"

Yan Huai put his arm around his neck and said, "It's like a dream.

Shang Zhier smiled, lowered his head and sucked Yan Huai's lips, panting slightly and said, "Call me husband."

Yan Huai's face flushed slightly, and he placed his palm on his chest and shook his head: "No."

"Go ahead," Shang Zhier lowered his head and nudged his palm, "I want to hear it, okay?"

Yan Huai finally couldn't resist his coquettishness, so she hugged his neck and whispered, "Hubby."

Shang Zhi'er caressed his back, cupped his face, kissed and bitten him. When he was feeling emotional, Yan Huai thought absentmindedly that he could never resist Shang Zhi'er's coquettishness and sweetness. Whenever Shang Zhi'er acted like this, he would soften his heart and willingly accept it.

From the first moment he saw him, he had no way to deal with him.

Yan Huai knew that he had completely fallen into Shang Zhier's hands.

The two were so excited that they couldn't sleep all night. They got up early to put on their dresses and fix their hair.

"Turn around, your bow tie is not tied properly." Yan Huai pulled the bow tie.

Shang Zhier lowered his head to facilitate his operation, "I'm so happy."

The warmth between the two was interrupted by a rapid ringing of the phone, "Everyone is here, hurry up!"

After hanging up the phone, Shang Zhier turned around and said, "It's too late."

Yan Huai glanced at him.

Before Yan Huai could react, Shang Zhier held the bouquet in his left hand, clasped his palm with his right hand, and ran out of the hotel quickly.

The two of them ran wildly on the street, creating a beautiful landscape.

Someone behind them wished them a happy wedding.

A minute ago, the two arrived at their destination in a panic.

Their wedding was held on the grass, with emerald green meadows, endless mountains and a solemn church. The steps of the ceremony were very simple.

Yan Huai's hand holding the microphone was shaking. "Thank you for accompanying me during my most difficult times, for getting closer to me step by step, for breaking into my life, and for walking side by side for the rest of our lives. I love you."

Shang Zhier reached out and wiped away his tears.

"I love you too, baby. Our time together was short, but we've known each other for ten years. Ten years ago, I never thought I'd be here with you today. Thank you for tolerating me and loving me. I love you."

Applause broke out from the audience, and the fragrance of petals wafted in the air from afar.

Looking at the two people exchanging rings on the stage, Xi Ge turned around and whispered, "Let's get married in the future."

Du Yang pinched his thigh: "It depends on your performance."

The parents of both sides got along very well and were extremely pleased with Shang Zhier and Yan Huai, saying they were a match made in heaven. Everyone's face was filled with smiles, except for Doudou and Guoguo, whose faces were wrinkled.

Upon asking, I found out that the two children were struggling with how to address the big star.

Finally, the two children thought about it for an afternoon and decided to call Yan Huai uncle.

The company urged Yan Huai to return home, so the honeymoon plan was shelved.

Yan Huai felt unhappy and guilty at the same time. He was unhappy that the company always controlled him, and he felt guilty for standing Shang Zhier up.

Before boarding the plane, Yan Huai took a photo with his marriage certificate and posted it on Weibo.

There are no words, no expressions, but everything is clear and understandable.

During the few hours on the plane, his mobile phone was turned off, but his Weibo was paralyzed online, and he lost followers and was subjected to abuse.

This was the result he had expected long ago. As soon as the two of them landed, the airport was already crowded with people. The two of them walked separately, and Yan Huai was squeezed out of the airport by the crowd. It was not until half an hour later that Shang Zhier left the airport.

He refreshed Weibo, but failed to log in several times, and could only barely see one entry.

Yan Huai gets married.

Shang Zhier frowned and called Yan Huai, but no one answered.

At this time, Yan Huai was fighting wits and courage with the upper management in the company.

"Yan Huai, I think you've lost your mind!" Ye Xiaoming slammed the table, making it crackle. "You're fucking mentally ill! You're an idiot! If you want to get married, just get married. Why make an official announcement? Why post it on Weibo?"

"Do you know how many fans you've lost?" Ye Xiaoming pointed at his nose. "Do you know how limited your acting career will be in the future? If you officially announce your marriage, no director will hand you any good scripts in the future. Do you understand? Fans won't buy it!"

Ye Xiaoming was so angry that he almost had a heart attack. He took a big gulp of mineral water and slumped in his chair.

The company's top management was much calmer and chose to handle the situation coldly.

If you want to get married and make it official, that’s fine.

All assistants, bodyguards, and agents will be withdrawn. After the current work is completed, you will not be given any more work and you will be forced to resign from your position as the top boss of the company.

Yan Huai turned around and left the company without saying a word.

After he left, Ye Xiaoming spoke humbly and kindly: "He is too young, isn't this a bit too harsh?"

"If everyone in the company was like him, getting married whenever they wanted and announcing their marriage whenever they wanted, how would we manage so many celebrities?"

Ye Xiaoming leaned back on the sofa and said nothing.

Yan Huai returned to Shang Zhier's house and sat on the floor to pack his luggage and the things he would need for tomorrow's work.

He lay on the ground and sighed. Everything else was fine, but he would have to personally handle the work from now on, which was a bit of a headache.

He heard the sound of someone entering a password at the door. He didn't look up, knowing that it was Shang Zhier who had returned.

Shang Zhier changed his shoes, washed his hands in the bathroom, and stared at Yan Huai lying on the ground with two cats kneading his milk.

"It's okay, it's sent out now. I'll take care of anything that happens to you." Shang Zhier sat cross-legged beside him.

Yan Huai told Shang Zhier about the company's handling of the matter. Shang Zhier touched his face and said softly, "Terminate the contract."

"I don't want them to earn my liquidated damages for nothing. The contract is completely unfair," Yan Huai said. "Forget about not giving me a job. I can take a break."

Shang Zhier saw that he was trying too hard and said, "I'll take you to the team after this busy period."

"Oh," Yan Huai said after a while, "Am I too impulsive?"

"Don't regret what has already happened, and don't dwell on it anymore," Shang Zhier picked up Yan Huai, and the two cats fell to the ground. "It's better to think about the future."

Although the company moved most of his people away, Yuan Meng resigned from the company and continued to work as his assistant. Shang Zhier arranged bodyguards, drivers, and stylists for him.

Yan Huai felt that Yuan Meng's rash resignation was inappropriate. After all, he might retire one day, and she would be unemployed. Yuan Meng said that she would take it one step at a time, and besides, she was busy at the moment.

After officially announcing his marriage, Yan Huai uninstalled Weibo and stopped surfing the Internet. He only kept WeChat and chatted on the phone with Shang Zhier. Despite this, there were still many harassing and abusive messages in his text messages, which always had a count of 99+.

Shang Zhier also became busy, joining a crew and running around every day. At night, he complained to Yan Huai on his phone: "I don't want to be with the crew."

"Then what do you want to do?" Yan Huai smiled at him.

"I miss my wife."