Three years later
A corner of the curtain of the bridal room was blown up by the night wind, and the moonlight took the opportunity to slip in, casting a circle of silver light on Lin Yiwan's wedding ring.
She leaned on Xie Lin's shoulder, her fingertips unconsciously stroking the second button of his military shirt - that was the position closest to his heart.
"Is there any place that feels comfortable?" Xie Lin suddenly held her hand.
Lin Yiwan was stunned for a moment, then realized that he was asking about her body.
Blushing slightly, she shook her head.
"It's all right now." She buried her face in Xie Lin's neck, greedily sniffing the unique pine scent on him.
Xie Lin tightened his arms, the bedside lamp casting a shadow on his well-defined jawline.
Lin Yiwan looked at his resolute profile and suddenly thought of something. She got up and took her cell phone from the bedside table.
"When did you save your number in my phone?"
There is also a shortcut key saved.
Hearing this, Chief Xie, who was always calm and composed, had a look of ease on his face.
But he still spoke seriously.
"That night in the hallway, after I saved your number, I sent you a medication reminder."
Lin Yiwan sat up straight abruptly: "Did you send that strange text message?"
She thought of the days when she lived alone after her divorce, and the words "Wear more clothes when it's cold, remember to apply medicine" suddenly appeared on her phone, and her eyes suddenly felt hot.
Xie Lin's fingertips brushed the corner of her eye: "Later, when you went to the northwest for an investigation, the weather forecast you received every day..."
"You too?" Lin Yiwan glared, "But the number shows that it is the Long Province Meteorological Bureau!"
The copper buttons on the cuffs of his military uniform gleamed in the moonlight, and Xie Lin's mouth curled up slightly: "The military region has a special communication channel."
Lin Yiwan suddenly remembered something and grabbed a pillow and threw it at him: "Thank you, Chief! So you have been planning to kidnap divorced women for a long time?"
The pillow was accurately intercepted, and Xie Lin pushed her back onto the mattress. His breath brushed against her earlobe: "Earlier than this. I have been waiting for this day for ten years and four months."
Xie Lin mentioned the dreams he had.
The moonlight suddenly became dim, and Lin Yiwan realized that she was crying.
He actually carried the memory of a parallel world and watched himself and Song Huaiqing together.
How miserable must he have felt at that time?
Xie Lin wiped away her tears with his knuckles and suddenly said, "Accompany me to go somewhere tomorrow."
"where?"
"Civil Affairs Bureau." His tone was as serious as if he was deploying a battle plan, "Retake the wedding photos."
Lin Yiwan burst into laughter.
When they got their marriage certificate, she was late due to an emergency at the experimental field, and when she arrived, the Civil Affairs Bureau was already closed.
It was Xie Linliang's military officer ID that allowed the officer on duty to make an exception.
In the photo, her hair was still stained with mud, while he was wearing a straight military uniform, forming a funny contrast.
"Okay." She put her arms around his waist, "I will definitely wear the most beautiful dress this time."
Outside the window, a full moon hangs high.
땤On the other side of the city, Lin Yirou was frantic in front of the computer screen - this was the eighth rejection letter this week.
"How is that possible!" She threw her resume to the ground, her Chanel high heels crushing the paper. "I can speak English! Why would these blind people want me?"
My cell phone suddenly lit up. It was a text message reminding me to pay the rent.
Lin Yirou swiped through the address book impatiently, and the three words "Song Huaiqing" in the address book hurt her eyes.
Ever since the scandal was exposed three months ago, her brother-in-law, who used to be obedient to her, has completely disappeared.
No matter how gentle his gaze towards her was, it was filled with disgust!
He also called her dirty and told her to stay away from him.
Not only that, he also cut off all her postal cards.
Lin Yirou, who was used to a good life, suddenly became a pauper.
Finally, I had to come to find a job.
But she didn't know what was going on. She had applied to so many companies, but not a single one wanted her!
Looking at the empty money, she gritted her teeth and dialed Song Huaiqing's number.
But soon, a mechanical female voice came from the phone: "The number you dialed is invalid..."
Lin Yirou looked dejected!
Suddenly, she saw the last valuable piece of jewelry on the dressing table - the Cartier necklace that Song Huaiqing gave her.
Lin Yirou grabbed the necklace and was about to walk out, but froze in place the moment the door opened.
Two uniformed officers stood at the door: "Ms. Lin, your visa has expired..."
Lin Yirou's face turned pale instantly, and the necklace on her hand fell to the ground with a "click". "Maybe...my visa clearly..." She rummaged through her bag tremblingly, but took out a residence permit that had long expired.
It turned out that she had already immigrated to the United States, but how could she live there without money?
She has to stay here to win back Song Huaiqing's heart.
"According to the Immigration Control Act, you have overstayed for 37 days." The officer showed the deportation decision, "Please pack your necessities immediately. We will escort you to the airport."
Her legs went limp and she slumped to the ground, her carefully styled curly hair sticking messily to her tear-stained face. The sirens outside the window rang, announcing the end of her dream of marrying into a wealthy family.
As the police car whizzed past, Song Huaiqing, who was passing by the newsstand, was picking up a financial daily. In the front-page photo, Xie Lin and Lin Yiwan attended the signing ceremony of the military-agricultural cooperation, and the diamond ring on her ring finger shone brightly under the spotlight.
"Would you like to buy something, sir?" asked the newsstand owner.
Song Huaiqing shook his head, turned and walked into the crowd. He had a photo in his suit pocket.
The parallel world in the dream was too real: Lin Yirou married him, but she was pregnant with someone else's child, and she planned to make him a cuckold.
The moonlight is still bright, illuminating the cycle of cause and effect in this world.
In Nanshi Military District, Lin Yiwan had fallen asleep with a smile on her lips. Xie Lin gently tucked the quilt for her, his eyes as gentle as the usually stern Chief Xie.
He reached out to turn off the desk lamp, and said silently in the darkness: Good night, my Wanwan.
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Two years later, in a supermarket in a small county in the south, a heavily made-up woman was sorting the shelves.
Her work badge read "Lin Xiaorou" and her fingertips, with peeling nail polish, trembled as she wiped the labels in the imported food area.
"No. 068! Take the expired food off the shelf!" The manager's roar came from a distance.
The woman hurriedly pushed the shopping cart forward, but suddenly stopped at the corner - the TV was broadcasting the news: "Major General Xie Lin of the Academy of Military Science and his husband inspected the drought-resistant oil bean test field..."
In the picture, Lin Yiwan was squatting in the field checking the rice ears. Xie Lin was holding an umbrella to shade her from the sun with such skill that it seemed as if he had done it a thousand times.
The can in Lin Yirou's hand slammed to the ground with a bang, attracting the attention of the surrounding customers.
“What are you looking at!” She screamed unconsciously, but shrank back when she met the gloomy face of the store manager.
After work, she dragged her tired body back to her rented house, but what was waiting for her was the complaints of her two children.
"Mommy, we are going back to the United States. I want to stay here."
"Wow, why did you take us back?"
Hearing this, Lin Yirou looked confused.
She had the opportunity to be deported back to the United States, but she escaped.
Because she still wants to find Song Huaiqing.
But in the past two years, she hadn't even seen Song Huaiqing.
In the end, she was so poor that she could only find a job to make ends meet.
There was a drizzle outside the window, just like the evening when she first returned home.
At that time, Song Huaiqing came to the airport in person to pick her up and promised her the position of general manager. Now, she didn’t even dare to read his last text message: [Lin Yirou, take care of yourself. 】
There was an outdated fashion magazine on the bedside table, and the cover was exactly her favorite luxury brand. Lin Yirou suddenly grabbed the magazine and tore it to pieces. The cheap lipstick left long red marks on her tear-stained cheeks.
"I'm going back! I'm never going back again!"
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