Yu Nian's live stream was so massive that, perhaps due to network lag, it took Luo Sheng almost half a minute to exit the live stream.
Upon hearing "Goodbye, Brother Luo Sheng," Luo Sheng frowned, a gesture that left him somewhat speechless.
He always knew that Song Ci disliked him.
Too.
Looking back on the past.
He never seemed to cherish Yu Nian, or even their friendship; he never took it seriously.
He was so disgusted with himself.
He irritably tossed his phone aside and shuffled to the piano in the room.
Fingers touched the piano keys, and the chaotic piano music danced in the room.
It shattered the original tranquility and disturbed his hard-won peace of mind.
Humans.
As I walked along, I lost many things.
Some things are truly regrettable for a lifetime.
The phone on the bed kept vibrating, its lit screen displaying messages from Luo Bin.
My sister-in-law and I are getting engaged.
We're planning to have our wedding in China. What do you think?
[I'll get back before your birthday, and remember to pick me up from the airport then.]
Luo Bin was always good at disgusting Luo Sheng, but if that woman hadn't tried to escape time and time again, he wouldn't have been in such a hurry to lock her in the household registration book.
So-called marital happiness is not important to him. In a world where people come and go, what does marriage matter?
It exists in a way that is dispensable.
It's just that some people want it, while others can't stand it; having been used to being the villain, he only wants to take this matter to the extreme.
He glanced at the trembling figure in the corner, constantly weeping as he fed his child formula, and the sharpness in his eyes faded slightly.
Why does it look like he's abusing her?
"Still thinking of going back to find Luo Sheng?"
"Your brother Luo Sheng is heartbroken and distressed over his childhood sweetheart's engagement. Do you want to go back and see him looking so sad over another woman?"
"Instead of thinking about running away, you should focus on preparing for the wedding in ten days."
"This time, we're going back to China to handle it."
So what if Luo Sheng did nothing wrong back then? If he hadn't run away from home so easily, his parents wouldn't have lost their lives in vain.
Some obsessions, once they take root and sprout...
It will only grow stronger and stronger.
The branches and leaves grow luxuriantly, their extensions unpredictable, their direction unclear as to whether they are good or bad.
Everything was like a headless fly bumping around aimlessly.
Luo Bin is one, and so is baijiu (Chinese liquor).
After all the twists and turns, past events, whether good or bad, all have their place.
Cause and effect, reincarnation, everything is judged by Heaven.
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11:30 a.m.
Song Ci hurriedly ended the broadcast and rubbed his temples, which were throbbing from the commotion caused by a group of fans.
Who are they?
They kept saying they wanted to watch his live stream, but what kind of questions did they ask?
What a sucker! He bought a cheap cushion for 500 yuan?
They even released a photo of him with red hair from his time on Planetary Interview.
At least dozens of people kept spreading his dark history in the live stream.
The others all clamored to see his wife cook.
Song Ci was unhappy.
Is this something they can see?
That's a different price.
The sound of a large knife hitting the cutting board could be heard from the kitchen from time to time, and Song Ci felt both expectant and worried.
Fortunately, Yu Nian, who was busy in the kitchen, did not disappoint him.
As the room gradually quieted down, Song Ci could no longer contain her curiosity.
I arrived at the kitchen with great enthusiasm, gazing at the dishes already prepared on the stove.
Honey-glazed beer duck, stewed chicken in an iron pot, Northeastern-style sweet and sour pork, stir-fried cabbage with vinegar...
Song Ci pursed her lips, swallowed hard, and felt a surge of happiness welling up inside her.
The Song family finally has someone who can cook.
I feel like I've struck gold.
However, since Yu Nian is such a good cook, will his status in the Song family plummet?
have to.
He accepts it even if he has no status.
He only needs a wife.
Nothing else matters.
He couldn't wait to walk over and hug the person who was still busy.
"Oh dear, you've ended your broadcast?"
"I still have a clear soup that's not ready yet."
Are you hungry? Would you like to eat first?
Everything was just like the life I had always dreamed of…
Rice, oil, salt, soy sauce, vinegar, and tea—he and she shared a home together.
The man rested his chin on her shoulder and wrapped his arms around her waist, looking very clingy.
"It's alright."
"I'm not hungry."
"Niannian, I want to hug you."
Yu Nian was already used to Song Ci's clingy behavior.
Perhaps it was because this relationship was hard-won for him, or perhaps it was all like a dream. Yu Nian could sense Song Ci's cautiousness in this relationship.
He is extremely possessive, but he is generally insecure.
He was cautious, gentle, and meticulous; he sincerely hoped that this love would last forever, never to be forgotten.
Yu Nian put down the spoon that was stirring the soup and took the hands that were wrapped around her waist.
"hug."
"How about I hug you for a lifetime?"
The broth in the casserole was piping hot, and steam instantly rose from it, adding a touch of mist to the already ambiguous atmosphere.
After turning off the stove, Yu Nian turned around, and the two of them faced each other. Song Ci's tightened arms loosened slightly; the two of them pressed close together, their breaths spraying onto each other's faces.
"Very good."
When your heart is moved, you can't help but do anything.
Song Ci took a few bites of dessert before the meal.
He lowered his head and kissed the corners of her eyes and her rosy cheeks, finally reaching the lips he had longed for.
A superficial attempt?
That's far from enough.
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